Do you ever feel that your struggle is less against the power-mad pedophile elites than it is against your own people?
You know who I'm talking about. Those brain-addled, mask-wearing friends and family members of yours who refuse to see or acknowledge the truth.
That porn-watching neighbor you exchange greetings with who responds with sarcasm when you comment on or bring up the subject of politics.
That co-worker you sometimes attempt to educate while simultaneously remaining cautious lest they report you to Human Resources. Are they your real enemies in life?
Yet when you bring up these subjects with the people you know, they stare back at you with blank faces. Their eyes glaze over and you can almost hear their thoughts: "He's a nutcase!"
That family member then whispers behind your back and tells your parents, siblings and cousins you've lost your mind. That friend stops returning your calls and emails. Are they your real enemies in life?
If others only knew as much as you, the entire virus hoax would not be happening, the stolen election would not be allowed, and life would be so much simpler and easier.
I keep waiting for someone to stop me on the street and ask me why I'm not wearing a mask.
It's been eleven months now and I'm still waiting. I estimate I've passed over 16,000 mask-wearing people in that span of time (50 people a day over 330 days), not to mention countless cars driving by.
Not one person has expressed an ounce of curiosity. Not one person has seen me and said to themselves, "He's not wearing a mask. Why am I wearing one?" Or maybe they have, but then either fear, stupidity or both has prevented them from exploring the situation further.