Rip Van Winkle was roofiyed while bowling, and slept through the war. His dog's name was Wolf. When he woke up he was almost arrested but an old lady recognized him and saved his ass.
We're here cause we can't sleep. Anyone who's here knows that. What to do next? IDK.
My plan would be call for national strike and shut the country down but I have no influence.
They tell people not to go out, yet shit is still running, trucks are still delivering packages, food is still sold in grocery stores, the shut down is they chose. I'm taking about a shut down that we chose.
You can go kill a few of them, I'm not stopping you. But it will only make things worse.
Pray for miracles but also put in the work to get them realized.