The Second Wave.
Just typing it makes me want to vomit up my spleen. It feels so prepared. Carefully crafted. Focus-grouped. “The Second Wave”. This phrase has very suddenly been crapped into public awareness. My own mother (who as it turns out is an excellent barometer for the success of public brainwashing) is extremely concerned. Someone please lobotomize me. I’ll pay for the ice pick.
Let’s start with the logical contradictions, and go from there…
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