Here I am using some old iPad. Perhaps it is my terrible karma, perhaps it is the Safari iPad interface, but I can't find the journal entry interface. I will post another comment and let the mod-bots bomb me out again. It has only been more than five years; don't those guys ever "get over it"?
The corona virus is part of a social cleansing routine. Large portions of the population will be exhausted of their jobs, savings, and resources, and then everybody will be one, two, and three months in debt to rent and lease and mortgage. Then everybody will be four, five, six months late on those one, two, and three months rent. Then, over the course of the weeks, people will be evicted. Perhaps the cops will do entire buildings and streets at a time, as everybody will be four, five, six months behind on one, two, and three months' payments. Likely there will be a recurrence of the medical emergency state and, as people land on the street, they will be told that they can't be on the street. Open church parking lots and open businesses left from the economic fallout will be used as refugee shelters. As people lose their homes, condos, and apartments and land in crowded refugee shelters they will run into legal trouble. Conflict over evictions, small scuffles, collections will turn into missed court dates and misdemeanor arrests. Five, ten, fifteen at a time the cops will arrive at the refugee shelters with lists of names that they are looking for.
Then the real fun begins. The cops have a dirty little secret. At the mugshot they will, if it is "your time to go", zap you with the Orwellian death ray. Whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Open your eyes and look at the camera--and you get zapped with a massive dose of gamma radiation from a massive source. This causes all of the saturated fats in your body to turn into polyunsaturated fats. Then they take you down the hall and amp up their X-Ray machine on you and cause all of the polyunsaturated fats to blow apart into free-radical alkane on one side and light carboxylate a on the other. Filling your body with chemical garbage. The radiation blast is so heavy that the calcium in your bones and teeth will become radioactive and every breath you take for the next year will taste like ozone--as if you were standing next to a photocopier.
You will be stuck in jail because you cannot afford a dollar, and the chemoradiation "condemnation" causes you to begin developing boils on your arms, hands, legs and face. Because you will be stuck in jail they will need to send you to medical--medical prison. That is what all the extra medical facilities are being built for--anticipating the people, stuck in legal debtors' limbo, that will be blowing out inleprosy, the plague, the dangers and side effects of the "old-style" x-Ray machines.
See the book of Daniel, the condemnation of the King, the hand writing on the wall, being given the heart of a beast, the shortness of breath and labored breathing from the radiation sunburn to your sinuses and diaphragm, the seventy-week recovery period, and the seven years of aging that come over you when your muscles and tissues shrivel up like a prune from the radiation damage.
The only way to survive the chemoradiation condemnation is to go for your twenty-thousand mile walk ahead of time. All the way up the Great Wall of china, all the way, and keep going for a farewell more years--there is no "finish line" at which you can just go back, unless you want to return to the old way of life on your way to hell.
You are a retooled sack of poop. Conglomerate poo in a football compressed and heated to nine hundred degrees. An artificial human will never fully develop, so the wings are torn off immediate.y and they are arranged in a model wax museum, given their life, and shipped to hell when they're done.
Rich people still Bork their dogs for their money, they believe that they are part of a worldwide hybridization experiment to create the super being. The cops all have their dicks cut off already and they hunt on the working class heterosexual that still have their dicks. The truth is that the world is arranged in a dance of perversion to give them two choices: go for the twenty-thousand mile walk to begin the path to life or join the mosh pit of zombies feeding the Phaeries boxed up down in hell.
Love you slash dot--when can I have my journal back?
The cops in San Diego tried condemning me two years ago, but since I went for my twenty-thousand mile walk ahead of time, I have recovered fully and more in shining form. The glory of this temple rebuilt will be even greater than the glory of the former.
Or, if you didn't go for your walk ahead of time, then when you develop the leprosy from the radiation condemnation, then you will be condemned and sent to hell.
Nine were cleansed, were they not, has only this one returned praising God in a loud voice? That's the one that went for his walk ahead of time, his faith saved him. The other nine were sent to hell.