One More Year to Flatten The Herd
One More Year to Flatten The Herd Scenes from a nut house, or observations from a trip to Walgreens in suburban Portland, Oregon. Good Citizen “Jesus, you guys do nothing but complain about how you can’t stand it in this place and you haven’t got the guts just to walk out?” For much of the sane world, or whatever’s left of it, the plandemic theatre is over. But some places refuse to let go. The following was observed during a 20-minute wait in line at a Walgreens pharmacy in early June. Don’t take refuge in the false security of consensus and the feeling that you're bound to be okay because you're safely in the majority. — Christopher Hitchens The packed family minivans pulled up to the drive-thru window visible through the plexiglass wall of the interior pharmacy in the back. The man working the drive-thru was younger than thirty, yet weighed over three hundred pounds. His fat rolls melted down to his knees concealing half his upper legs, torso, and hips. If he wasn’t on cho...