Being Healthy: The New DISease

So it’s official. The battle lines have been drawn by the creatures of manipulation. No longer is it “normal” to be concerned with what is chow down placed in your bodies, especially seeing all the ingredients listed and knowing the tons more left off packages. No to be concerned is to have a disease. I thought it was a joke but the next round of April’s Fools is not until 2010, or so I keep telling myself.

The creatures have now step shit up a notch and decided that those who pay attention are more than conspiracy theorists; they are mentally unhealthy. While they are spraying chemicals over our homes, food and water supplies, and world they have increased the amount of shit they pump into the food and how the meals are created. Yes, created. Super meal, hell that’s a Super Frankenmeal you just got for an extra $0.38 upgrade. You can stuff your all-you-can-eat-CRAP-fet. A sprinkle of arsenic with a gulp of aspartame is what these creatures believe is acceptable for us to eat without question? They already have free reign to flood our food with unlimited amount of chemicals that need no introduction on an ingredience label and all they have to do is call them articifial or natural “flavors” and “colors.” FUCK OFF!

By making all the death meals cheap and affordable, they collect more drones to do their will. More miscarriages, more sterile puppets, more clowns to entertain the other creatures with. The only DISease I have is that of these creatures continuing to fuck with my life. They crawled from their fallen craft and out of the mountains only to continue to fuck up every civilized area they’ve reach thus far.

Changing names is how they move from location to location, messing up

frakenburger with a side of aspartame

all they come across. Now their doctors have found a new way for the zombies to help them in their mission to destroy anyone not them.

I will remain DISeased as long as they are around. I will remained DISeased as long as they control most food and “nutritional facts.” I will remain DISeased until I am free to plant my own NON-terminator seeds in my own backyard without needing THEIR permits required by THEIR laws. If it takes me two hours and more to read a fucking label, then I need to stop shopping at your fucked up stores. Until then, don’t get it twisted that I won’t walk up in a mofo grocery story with a dictionary and begin my research then and there.

So, thanks for the LIE-agnosis but I like my DISease.

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