WE DIDN'T INVENT THE WORMS, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS TRUE

Avid red-state readers will not be surprised when informed here that the micro-chips formerly in the frosting of cereals and also in infant formula -- put there by a group within the pentagon to track your purchasing habits and political tendencies -- are now in vaccines, that being a more surefire way of getting the majority tagged. Which is useful information. Unfortunately, these will, in some people, cause them to develop arm worms, which if unchecked lead eventually to death worms infesting the trailer parks and killing unsuspecting sheep. 

[Arm worms are a larval stage, much like face huggers.]

Freemasons, Bilderburgers, Chinese, and Dutch United Nations officials are all behind this scheme. It's the deep state. Seeing as the black helicopter plan had to be aborted because alert patriots found out about that during Operation Deep Helm ten years ago in Texas.

There are also micro-chips in marijuana gummies.
Which lead to face worms and gut cancer.
Always burn marijuana products.

Beware FEMA camps.

POSSIBLY WHAT ARM WORMS LOOK LIKE

All of this per an authoritative sounding gentleman with an accordion on the bus. To whom the speakers of English within hearing distance likely listened quite attentively, and with great trepidation. We may have all feared what he might do with the instrument. The phrase "don't kill the accordion player" does not resonate, no tales or movies have been spun with that title, for very good reasons.


"Netherlanders invented death worms. Fact."


The Chinese speakers probably just ignored him. They're used to crazy kwailo by now, the city is full of them. And they are unpredictable. Which is probably why the old lady on Grant Avenue this evening crossed the street when she saw me, then crossed back once she was safely past. Yes, I do look like a quiet well-behaved old fellow, and I wear clean clothes, and might appear calm and bourgeois with my walking stick and pipe, but there's just no telling what I might do. She's probably heard things about people like me.

There was no craziness at the burger joint or the bar. Despite the huge number of Caucasian individuals. The temperature probably had something to do with that, as well as everybody still recovering from a long drunken weekend. The book seller did say some strange things, but it turns out I misheard him. At one point I was sure he had said that a coworker who is presently in Ireland had all the Guiness she could swim in.


Sadly, the karaoke singers were revisiting their parents' youth.
Nobody really misses the seventies.



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