Part Two : Booster Madhouse Dundee

In which I discover the entire population of Australia had been driven stark raving mad by the mRNA injection

I had quite an interesting road trip up the Eastern seaboard on my way to Queensland. I stopped to eat, stopped to rest, sometimes I just stopped to look at the view from atop some of the mountains the highway ran along. It was the first time I had not been riding on a commuter train, in the gym or in front of a computer working in about ten years. The feeling of freedom, of being temporarily without stress or bills or anxiety about keeping a roof over my children’s heads was unbelievably therapeutic.

I was splashing some water in my face at a rest stop after being on the road for at least 9 hours and I noticed I looked much leaner and younger than when I had started that morning. Incredibly, my gut had started to disappear in a single day and when I turned sideways I realized it had gone down to where it was parallel with my chest at least. It is amazing what happens to you hormonally in a single day after being in emotional pain and stress for decades. I had gotten a bit of a tan from being in the sun driving and I was stunned. I hardly recognized myself. I can only imagine what would happen if I had a couple weeks where nobody was screaming at me, I wasn’t in an office under flickering fluorescents with a bunch of retards drinking six cups of coffee a day to stay awake and my anxiety dropped to anything like a normal level. Nobody was ever meant to live the way I had lived the past thirty years. It was remarkable I had not dropped dead at the airport the instant I saw my son’s plane leave for America. For those of you who think I am delusional, I gotta tell you there is a lot of evidence there that something about me is extremely resilient. I don’t think I am invulnerable or anything like that at all. As I said, a single day without worry produced a spectacular change in me physically where anybody would notice.