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the virus card

they've tossed their souls away again harlots for a vote they've fingered the race card the rapist card the russian card the ukraine card now they're playing mahjong with a virus muzzling our freedoms and rights placing plastic tiles in our minds when this latest fallacy fails they'll boomerang (black) to the race card they're locking {we the people away} giving early release to protect rapist and assorted other derelicts... from the flu! do they think a tsunami of convicts will keep six feet away from our daughters mothers grandmothers my father used to sweat the flu out I remember him saying "get me another blanket" we'd stack them three or four high the fever would break he'd be back to work the next day inhaling benzene rings to keep us in meat and greens... they don't make them like that anymore this will be a baton head splitting summer oppression will detonate spill freedoms' soul onto the avenues fringe factions will clash.. come November just remember who locked you up released the filth of society onto our streets remember who pointed fingers-fell asleep while withholding your money to gain political traction trashing the economy running helter skelter over livelihoods come November-shout out people! remember how your local gvt. couldn't find illegal alien felons to deport them but suddenly found them long enough to give them your wuhan money -your bread and honey come november vote their globalist behinds out of office and into their plush-slush funded gated community retirement

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