conservative case: this is another example of collapse, the inability to properly respond to an emergency … and it’s not new … remember Katrina? Or more recent, Maui?
this might be an example of the use of geoengineering to target a community with an inland hurricane – in order to extract rare earths or other precious materials from the hills
the history of the FEDs treating Appalachia like shit goes back a LONG LONG TIME, at least to the end of the US Civil War. Arguably, they just don’t want potential rebels up in the woods, they want them in camps …ooops … I mean cities.
Project 2025 will outlaw FLOODING. The rain shall not fall, as in the old times of demon marshmallow hoarders and golden shower queens. Your flergous-gerg will resonate with the chiming spirit of that strange and wet bedfellow. NATURE will MOAN as TRUMP “grabs that pussy” and shows the climate how it’s done. Sure … Some will accuse him of sexual assault, but remember the turd wardens, and the lost of Florida.
With this fine project, there will be HUGE GAINS in stocks and oil prices and a general shrinking of the clothing busty women are allowed to wear. Busty women, covered in skorg-powders and diamond lice, will SHINE … as the dying sun turns cold, and the old are dumped 8 miles from town, in a landfill. You can bet your PET will show up on the menu, when that printed money turns to glass, and it’s your ASS if you can’t give your woman DERG-STYLE liver spice. All the nice things will be ours, if we can just believe.
MEERKAT TRAVELERS from BEYOND will arrive at our doorsteps, and they’ll find a WALL made of no-nut pancakes and armadillo bacon. The WALL will be 7 million flamingos by 33 billion Pink Floyds in size. It will be visible from Jupiter, if we build this shit RIGHT … The wall will be SO HIGH, satellites will periodically hit it, if they fly too low. You know the pervy dudes at Langley will have secret tunnels, and back channels, and underground groove chambers where Bob Sagat holds sway and it’s not okay to say NO on Taco Tuesday. Leave your troubles behind, because TRUMP and VANCE promise something lovely, come Brunkton Day.
Project 2025 will partition DENMARK into 900,000 separate principalities, each with its own KING and QUEEN. Each principality will have 5 dukedoms, each dukedom will be guarded over by a robot Duke Nuke’m. As the sands of time pass, the scrubbly folk of Copenhagen will attempt to REFORM DENMARK, but the FRENCH will invade with bisque wagons and red wine torpedo sauce, and all will be LOST when the last boss botches his escape, by submarine, to Sweden. Then, in Sweden, let them drink beer from bottles, de-capping them bottles with their yellow and brown teeth, and sojourn among the gumpton-folk for 500 years. That’s also part of Project 2025.
If this GRAND PROJECT commences we will build a time tunnel to the past. We will travel to ANCIENT ROME and lead the tired soldiers of dying empire to victory. We’ll arm our legions with AK-47s and a merciless vibe such that their enemies will run screaming for the Adriatic. Emperor Smalls will become the first BLACK ROMAN EMPEROR in the year 233 AD … if we go ahead with Project 2025.
A new wind will blow from the EAST to the WEST, the best of our youth will cover themselves in sour-grass shavings and dirty Peruvian underwear. Cocaine sales will SPIKE, because Powell ain’t gonna hike rates no more, if our project moves ahead. Dingy and dark people, from greasy places, will tie our shoe laces and ravage the Bishop’s realm, and Florida Man will rise again … and all the burny spots imflamed by your jealous genital crab persuasion.
Happening faster than expected, our TURNIP FACTORIES are no longer competitive. We will have INCENTIVES for making MORE TURNIPS than EVER BEFORE. All the kids will get turnip soup for breakfast, all the parents will get turnip wine while they dine. Before going to bed the adults will drink turnip whiskey, and after they wake up the turnip-coffee will be ready to go. Yeah, I bet people are afraid of Project 2025, because they are afraid of their own colon mystery.
Helplessly we drift towards the sun, and the emissaries of Quadrant-BETA-5 will not go home – they hang out at the Holiday Inn, driking Fin-cleanser and WD-40. Brian Skoobs will run the new department of makeology, where stuff will get built, to do other things … for people with problems. And you’ll HAVE problems buddy … and they will fix them for GOOD! That’s what Trump will do pal, if you vote for him … you fuck.
Currently there are 25 nuclear tipped missiles pointed at the State of Israel … why? – we don’t know. As part of Project 2025, we will launch all of those missiles, at Israel, as a test. A test of their (the Israeli’s) divinity and specialness, a test of dual-citizen USAF airmen and officers and their loyalty … to see if they’ll obey. We launch those missiles to make a point, that we can, and we will … and the people of Israel can and should go fuck themselves. This is Project 2025 too …
When TRUMP enters office he will immediately convene a meeting of the HORGAN CHAMBER. At this meeting, Trump will declare HAWAII a “gravy land of midget mastery”, and the whole state will be turned into a giant strip club – taking advantage of naval and commercial shipping traffic, giving them “boys at sea” a place to stop, relax, get wasted, and maybe have a private “dance” or two … you judging? – Trump isn’t, ask STORMY.
The core idea of Project 2025 is to REJUVENATE and CLEANSE the butt chambers of America. All of our sewage thinking and our lost protein payment plans and cash-flow scheme-dreams will become REAL, as TRUMP opens up the NATIONAL CHEESE CAVE and the dog forces of General Frosty takes all of Missouri and some of Arkansas … if we get that Project going baby … fuck it …
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!
We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."
Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.
I want you to get mad!
I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.
You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,
