EVERYTHING IS AS IT SHOULD BE

To all those rural people who voted for Trump and cheered for his big beautiful bill, who are now facing healthcare disasters because hospitals are closing in their areas, and they have to drive very long distances for cancer treatment or adequate medical care, please don't move here. We don't need you, and you spread disease. Stay put. Wisconsin or Iowa, whatever. Just keep on avoiding all vaccinations, sneering at acetominophen, and swallowing intestinal worm medications that you usually feed to your cattle.
You'll be fine. Dead in your mid-forties, but fine.

Bleach and hydroxycholoroquine.

Trust me. Fine.

Jesus, the bucolic heartland, and the meat packing plant need you just where you are. The Bay Area is filled with foreigners and drug-addicts rioting in the streets, people are shooting up and committing unspeakable acts in universities, and children are all forced to attend drag queen story hour in addition to giving up their guns. If you drive a pick-up truck you will get lynched. Texan accents and any trace of Southern speech are banned. There are no grits. We don't have Hardees, Waffle House, or Cracker Barrel.
The human suffering is immense.

We don't need any more morons, we've got plenty of our own.

This information is given in the spirit of America-loving patriotism. Please ignore the fact that the place where I got both the flu shot and another covid booster, as well as my regular care physician's clinic, the emergency room where I went when my appendix exploded, plus my eye-doctor (who is in a building with numerous medical secialists), are ten minutes away. See, to get there I have to travel by public transit, which is filled with people gibbering in foreign languages, not English, and they aren't talking about the Bible! It's horrid!

My cardioligist is half an hour away by bus. Even worse.

Cities are war zones. Malnourished street sweepers of international origin will steal your jobs. There is fentanyl and human pooh everywhere. Ramen shops! And twenty four hour fitness centers with exercise machines rigged to generators! Alcohol and disco! Coffee drinks!

Churches are half empty. You wouldn't survive a week.


We admire you roughing it out in the real America, where men are still men and people swill Bourbon. Your homespun wisdom, country hootenanies, apple pies, gameday, clarified bear fat for aches and pains, willow bark and apple cider vinegar.

Washington slept there. Please remember that.



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