Running With The Hunted(Anti Vaxxers and Purebloods.)

The overexposure and saturation of COVID propaganda is a thick and creepy swamp to find yourself lost in.
Why aren't the unvaxxed dying?
Why are those with all the required jabs and boosters succumbing?
Why are we being constantly gaslit to the point of insanity?
Ok.
If the NHS is really under threat from over use then maybe we should talk about immigration?
Just try it and see how far you get. The elephant in the room for most liberals. Immigration. Might lead to people being sent back to countries of their own. Don't bet on it. Let's look at the word,,,Racism,,,and its power to instill fear in supposedly intelligent rational human beings. In group preference; the desire to favour your own. That's out as well. Until all your left with is a brittle mistrust for anyone who resembles yourself. What an advanced psyop has been used against the British people! Listen to them apologize in the streets and in shops, for being born. You and me are not the same.
I felt the ever tightening noose on my neck last week. I was living in this community for societies rejects. I was in the kitchen doing all the meals. Things were going ok until rumour of my unvaxxed status started to spread amongst the leper colony. I got set up and kicked out on the street for my toxic masculinity. All that means is if you come to my door to paint a red cross on it. I'm going to fight you. They called me in the office, tried to gaslight me into believing that I'm some kind of devil. I stormed out. Gathered up my things in my rucksack and took my PS4 down to cash converters. I wasn't even angry as this scene has played out too many times now. I searched and found the best hotel for my budget and I've been cosy over Christmas. Eating what I want. Listening to Millenial Woes right wing podcast bonanza: Milleniyule. It's been lovely resting up before I go out to evade the hunters once more. They want to chase us Purebloods to the borderlands, they believe we can't cross. Travel is impossible when the country you want to visit is in complete lockdown. It's.a race to the bottom in Europe just now. Who can be the most Authoritarian? And stuck in the borderlands in the freezing cold is where the hunters will take us.
Homeless. Abandoned by fully VAXXED family and friends. We should by now have been tenderised by winter conditions to give in. To say to the hunters. I'll be a good boy now just let me sit by the fire. Imagine your father's large hand on your head ruffling your hair. Not angry. You have learnt the error of your ways. Mother smiles at you as she.brings in a steaming plate of roast beef and Yorkshire's. This is the dream awaiting the weak and broken. The meal sits on the table, untouched. The centrally heated room shows itself to be an animals.cage. You look at the hunter who brought you here to be VAXXED. You see his smug smile disappear as you pick up a heavy metal chair and smash out the ground floor window. No time to locate rucksack and possessions. You kick out the glass and flee. In your pocket,,: mobile phone, wallet, credit card, mints. The start of a new world.
I am an English man, born in this land like my ancestors before me. The vaccine being forced on the world population will alter my genetics or at the very least piss in my gene pool.
The Kalergi plan to produce low IQ, consumerist, melting pot dwellers,,,is real.
The Great Replacement is real. Ask the NHS.
We are not dead wood to be snapped off and burnt.
We are natives who's bloodlines run back to the henge.
We are not mindless junkies who will give our daughters to these invaders (grooming gangs) and look at the ground like slaves as we get our silver.
The psyop directed against us has failed on many fronts.
For example. Turn on the TV, where are the White people?
We are legion.
Using analogue. Even stones like Palestine.
Books, knives, words, maps, radio, solar, tarpaulins, bows, arrows, North Face.
Against the merging of man and machine.
The end of the Trans Matrix bloodlines.
The Singularity.
The melting away into the metaverse.

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