I saw this disaster coming, and here come the hounders and those taking it on themselves to force me back to those abominations. Which means mandatory vaccination--against the wimpiest disease on the planet, and even that gone by. If this disaster happens on April 3 (and unfortunately, there is no void of course moon either on April 1 or 3), I get Pfizer shot 1 on 3 April and shot 2 on 24 April. This puts me on course to be fully vaccinated on May 8, opening the door for me to be forced back to boasting sessions and field circus.
Of course, the waiting time is not for nothing. They feel it's their duty to make me throw away everything that means anything--plants, German books, music and videos, quality items I got since leaving that cancer of a religion, silver, and whatever they don't want me to have or think they can use it. And that mandatory bible--carrying one around at all times (and they will use checkups to make sure I actually have it), and one in Hebrew (that is the only foul language I acknowledge). And under the pretense that my baptism is a binding contract to serve that beady-eyed monster thing forever.
And you wonder why I wanted more coronavirus? And no, $5 gas will not stop them--and neither will $500 gas.