EP4 All Hail Lord Fauci: Monologue
I remember a world in Technicolor before March 13th 2020. I remember being a different person. I trusted in so much more. The darkness that has overtaken my world going on 600 days since then has driven the life and the brilliance out of the society around me. All the nuance and discovery in each day is now filled with an imposed binary of safe and unsafe, right or wrong, vaxxed and unvaxxed. The wizard that commands this black magic that cursed us into an unending plague is Lord Fauci.
Lord Fauci is a man that possesses so much power that he can turn people from the celebration of Christ into the celebration of him. He who gives us our daily rules. Reminds us to be selfless. To not question his word. For he is the science.
He can bless one group of protesters and damn a group of bikers for similar behavior because he knows that the disease will not spare those who sin against him. For 37 years he has held his throne and those who challenge the lord pay with their careers and their lives. Those who seek his approval are granted privileges. Anyone who accepts the Essence of Lord Fauci into their mortal vessel gets the key to the city. That key unlocks everything you could ever want to enjoy. Music, travel, exotic foods, and maybe even fornication.
It would be hard for any peasant like myself to resist those urges. To want to take the Essence of Fauci into my arm and let it return me to my old home. Home where I can breathe without cloth on my face. Where I can visit the riverside without the Winged Bidens snatching me up and placing me back in isolation. Those winged half man vermin that take their name from their sadistic commander, who orders his brainwashed drones to find the fire of liberty anywhere it may burn and stamp it out. The legends of his mistreatment of the young are enough to give anyone a sense that he deserves no postilion of authority. But the ultimate authority is the nod of approval from Lord Fauci. Without that I will struggle to survive.
Lord Fauci figured out many kings ago that he who holds the ability to feed a hungry man is a powerful man, but he who can starve a man to gain his obedience is more powerful. If Fauci orders the gates closed on your town because someone spoke ill of him the suffering that happens there is a tale much too grim for words. I have only heard a few stories from those villages close to what was once a penal colony and another a desert oasis now in ruin. The former was disarmed and beaten into total submission and the other had their spirits so broken that they sold their bodies so that Lord Fauci could try his failed potions on them.
Those potions, his essence, were birthed from the underworld. He fed them to mice, bats, and eventually men. The results have always been terrible. The tales of sickness, disfigurement, and death are to never leave his gates but people still have eyes, even if they don't have the hearts to speak. They were supposed to cure us. To save us. They enslaved us.
Those that consume these concoctions are given a special mark. Without a PFE, MRNA, or a JNJ one can't work, one can't eat, and one can't leave his home. In a sick way those that perish from their consumption are blessed to not have to die such a slow death. One in captivity and shame. Shame from all around you from the Lord's disciples who will take a moldy crust of bread from a starving boy's mouth if they find out that he is one of the unvaxxed.
This is why no one can ever speak of the Essence of Fauci unless it is in a pleasant way. But even what was deemed as pleasant yesterday may be insulting today. The only way to know is to just listen and obey. Repeat the mantra of the lord, safe and effective, safe and effective, safe and effective...
Even so, there still exists a few challengers, one of which is the son of a great general for liberty. He blasphemed Lord Fauci in front of the whole nation. But Fauci just became more powerful. For it was the Lord's darkest secret that gave him his mythical immunity. It was he who started the plague.
That's right. It was the madman genius himself that directed the wealth of our nation to a place where men are cut up and sold to the highest bidder. It was in that forsaken land where this creeping death emerged from an unwatched cauldron and spilled into the eyes and mouth and nose of an unsuspecting host. Some say it seeped right into their skin.
However it occurred, the lord's minions keep all of those scrolls behind the locked gates of our once populated capital. Now just a hollow carcass sometimes brought to life in ceremony. No man could ever retrieve them and live. The truth is forever lost. Encased in a cage of iron and protected by the Lord's private army.
One can only dream of escape from such a fowl existence. To find a place where the colors and complexity of nature are alive and vibrant. Where men are allowed to be strong and healthy. Where you can hear a song from a traveling band about something other than praise for Lord Fauci and the goodness he has brought to us. Where you can decide your own fate, have a surplus of food, and make as many children a wife could bear.
I set sail for such a place tomorrow for I would rather die than be a prostitute for existence. I would rather starve on my own journey than under the boot of a tyrant. I would rather die a more natural death in the sea than to have his essence melt my heart in front of my crying wife or to ever let that happen to her or my child.
The time to depart is nigh. I've been told the winged Bidens can smell deceit because they were birthed from those dark emotions. I can hear them whispering in the distance, stammering and slurring. Their wings pumped full of what are called boosters, Lord Fauci's final solution for all of us.
I have a crude map, enough rations to get to the nearest land mass, and a plan to build another world. Outside of the gates. Away from the man made pestilence of Lord Fauci. I know enough to accept the risks I choose to take. The only thing I need to know is, will you join me?