Nearby Paté Chaud and Distant Mushroom Clouds

[Vung Tau, 5/1/22] Before leaving Namibia, I was trying to get a German friend to join me there. Locked out of cafes and restaurants, his life was miserable, and he had just been disqualified from a much better job when his potential boss discovered he hadn’t been Jewjabbed. With enough cash, my friend could relax for months in a much less toxic nation. Two days before his arrival, though, he changed his mind. Since it’s a huge step to remove oneself from the familiar, many will be nuked or starved to death right at home, or herded into concentration camps by those who look and talk just like them! It’s more comforting that way.

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