I Was Banned From Wordpress For Posting This Controversial Xianxia Serial About Barron Trump's Adventures Fighting the Jews For the Future of America And Now I Am Tempting Fate Again
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BARRON
Authors Note: This is a work of satire. None of the views expressed in this story are meant to be taken seriously or sincerely. January 6 was a horrible tragedy on par with the Holocaust or the vicious murder of George Floyd by Derek Chauvin. It was the greatest threat to our democracy since the civil war. Covid is a deadly disease which has killed hundreds of millions of people. The vaccine is the only thing that can save us. You need to be getting boosted like every six months at minimum. The more boosters you have, the more protected you are. Israel is our greatest ally. Diversity is our strength. Please don’t ban me, Substack, I love you.
Chapter 1 : After Watching Dr. Fauci Kill My Father on January 6th, I Learn I’m the Only One Who Can Make America Great Again?
Barron slouches over the smoldering crater where the United States Capitol once stood. He is filled with a blossoming awareness unlike anything he has ever felt before. He is awake for the first time in his life. A moment ago he was adrift in a hazy consciousness made of media soundbites and meaningless platitudes, but he had watched as 2000 of his father’s hand-selected insurgents had raided the Capitol, only to be repelled by an even more powerful contingent of Jews and Feminists, led by Dr. Antony Fauci.
To Barron’s normie brain, there had been something surreal about the entire scene, a shaman in warpaint and a viking hat throwing bolts of lightning at angry post-menopausal women in pussy hats, those same women shielding themselves with glowing KN95 masks that deflected the lightning harmlessly. This wasn’t how political conflict was supposed to unfold. Where were the soldiers, the guns, the orderly discipline like you see in the movies? What Barron had seen felt more like a scene from a Marvel comic or a Chinese martial arts flick, but even as he had seen it with his own eyes, something in his mind had strained to suppress the truth; that force pressed its weight upon him, urging him to see only normal people, walking through the Capitol, staying within the velvet ropes, threatening no one, even as the secret service watched them with their guns holstered, offering minimal resistance.
</picture>Barron can’t reconcile these two perceptions, and something ignites within his soul, though it is only an ember, an ember which will darken and die, if not for what comes next.
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