It was a small town, deep in the Piney Woods. There was the usual traffic. Every drive-thru food establishment had lines around the corner, mostly with $60,000 pick-up trucks.
The grocery store shelves were full. Signs everywhere boasted reasonable prices : $6.99/beef tenderloin
$1.99/rack of pork ribs
$.69/pound chicken quarters
Yet, new employees emerge wearing bright vests emblazoned with a new title: ‘Social Monitor’. Vaccines are promised at lightening speed.
In the dinosaur media, new lingo and new rules fill the crevices that fact-banning once carved out: social distancing, home quarantine, face masks, flatten the curve, global lockdown, hotspots, crowd restrictions, contact tracing.
In the alternative media, looming threats of food shortages, mass starvation, accusations of vast conspiracies spin through a dark web of shills and trolls. Scapegoats are threatened and delivered. Crisis actors mingle with confused arm-chair detectives while artificial intelligence collects all the Big Data of the Virtual One World Takeover.
It was a pandemic. It was a Plandemic. It was the fog of war, against a virus. Welcome . . .