Thanks for your wishes, telling me to get sick. You’re a real sweetheart. Normally, I’d tell you to go fvck yourself. But, since you’re doomed, I’ll just give you some advice: get right with God. You willfully—proudly—injected yourself with irreversible commitment. You don’t know what’s going to happen, but it Will happen. Myocarditis, Periocarditis, stroke, heart attack, ADE, Cancer… The doctors will tell you it’s unrelated to your proud, irreversible choice. But we know how & why you got it. You & I can both get the Covi. But—guaranteed— I will never suffer any side effects from the kill shot. You can’t say the same. That will always be lingering… in the back of your mind. From now, on…Every strange feeling you get in your chest— “could that be it?” Every little sniffle you get— “Is that the ADE they told me about?” That new, nagging itch that you never had before— “That couldn’t be Cancer, could it?!” If you survive another two years, it will be because you kept getting chemical ‘boosters’ to get back some of the immunity that IT stole from you. I’d feel sorry for you, except, you’re so proud. And wishing Covid on me. But, no…. I won’t be dark hearted—like you—and tell you to go fvck yourself. I’ll tell you this: Get your affairs in order. Get right with God.
