Where to Now St. Peter ? (1x update)
It isn't often you lose a Country. Let alone lose it to a swarm of slimy six legged insects.
And such a cherished land. Bequeathed to us in Trust. From the Almighty. And the blood of a Million Casualties.
Those that fought, those that died? Didn't know us from Adam. Paying it forward. The Glory of that fills our hearts. It isn't magic. It is who we are.
These insects that slither and crawl, have neither hearts nor souls. Only a raw naked locust hunger ... to consume the Greatest Gift Ever Known.
We have failed the Valiant. We have besmirched their memory. They, and us … will ONLY be redeemed. Whence we send these bugs back from whence they came.
And plant the Flag of The Second American Republic. And once again bathe in the Glory and the Light.
Until then?
Watch your six. For coming they are.
Keep your head low. Be invisible in the virtual. And if you have a little extra huss? Stomp a few buggies for me. Swat a few flies (my preference is aluminum, kiddie, T-Ball, Easton, $60 @ Walliemart … word).
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8:00 p.m.
HOLY SHIT …
P.S. Are aliens secretly injecting nanoparticles. Into unsuspecting vaccine recipients?
A little flea told me to watch out for anyone spreading such rumors. But dangit, now I'm curious.
Send replies via the alpha brainwave generator … Z threshold (code words: nanu nanu … shazbot)
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IT'S GETTING SCARY OUT THERE …
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