The corona virus saga - chapter 17

The royal proclamation of free money. A gift to true citizens only. Mailed out to all in the land.

Even if they got their money via electronic deposit into their bank account. It was still vital that everyone get a physical letter delivered to them.

So important that they had to sign for the delivery. To make sure no one was missed. That was very important.

We join our audience somewhere in the bowels of the federal government printing facility, which was sub-contracted out to 2 Chinese immigrants working in Trenton. Undocumented Guatemalans ran the actual physical printing presses. Carried the ink and paper to the presses. Wheeled off the glistening envelopes containing the glorious proclamation, signed by his most glorious presence, Rump himself. That was very important.

But most important were the group of people standing above the envelope stuffer machines. They held spray guns, that were attached to 55 gallon drums. Undocumented Guatemalans brought in more 55 gallon drums as they were needed. And they were needed often. As each signed letter was positioned prior to being stuffed into the envelope, they made sure to spray on it before it made it’s way into the machine.

In an adjoining warehouse, long forgotten but recently rejuvenated, thousands of good american people were standing around 55 gallon drums. Spitting into them. Coughing up huge chunks of phlegm. You needed to get it all into the drum. So that it could be sprayed on the envelopes. Before they were mailed off.

It was important government work. Things needed to be done. We all had to be brought closer. Closer together.  To breath each others breath.  To help build the StarGate.