Welcome friends and enemies to our second Christmas season in the Retarded Dystopia. So much has changed in the last year.
We learned that vaccines don’t actually prevent you from getting a virus. That’s “not how vaccines work” according to Settled Science.
Nor do they stop you from spreading a virus. You still have to muzzle.
They don’t even stop you from dying from the virus you have been double vaxxed against.
But vaccines work and that’s Settled Science and even if you’ve been double vaxxed you still might die when your family pulls the plug on your life support after you have a stroke and that death will be counted as a Wuhan death.
Now as winter closes in we tremble in fear waiting for that moment when The Wuhan EXPLODES in the general population the same way AIDS/HIV EXPLODED among heterosexuals.
While we can take some comfort from the Settled Science fact that if you have been Wuhan vaxxed you are less likely to die from all causes, including having your family turn off your life support, these are still dark times.
Right now back in The People’s Republic of Fort Collins the muzzle mandate is back in effect and soon the restrictions on assembly will take effect. But there is light on the horizon my friends and enemies. Just when you feel most alone. Most lost. Most depressed. The Great One, Himself is here to bring a smile to your face and joy to your heart and warmth to your soul.
The Great One, Himself is socially distanced six feet away from you, and you are Six Feet From Christmas.
Buy the full album: $16.00 / Six Feet From Christmas
Need something to get you out of the Wuhan’s and into the spirit of holiday cynicism and joy? Well The Great One has just what you need and he’s got six feet of it.
Are you a cute girl who needs something to get you out of your dress? So long as you aren’t plus sized The Great One has something for you as well. He is six feet plus and he is six inches plus.
Eight brilliantly rendered songs of Settled Science Satire delivered to you from a Settled Science Safe distance of six feet.
Six Feet From Christmas
The Great One, Himself sings your favourite Christmas classics.
1. Dystopian Wuhan Wonderland.
2. The Twelve Months of Lock Down
3. O Orange Man
4. Now Is The Time
5. Shut Up And Wear The Damn Muzzle
6. Silent Night
8. White Christmas
Warm renditions of timeless classics which will bring a smile to your face when you play them in the presence of libtards, covidiots, cuckservatives, sheeple, and normies.
Don’t believe me? Think I’m making this up like some kind of Settled Science? You need to fag tag believe Frank Cervi.
Our crew here at C|Suite Magazine have raped the “repeat button” on this masterpiece while writing up the review for the entirety of the album, including the reviews for each track—there are eight songs in total—on the album.
Six Feet From Christmas will hit you this holiday season, harder than a step-dad on Boxing Day.
It’s fun for the whole family: Grandma, grandpa, your whore girlfriend, a cheating wife, the Blacks, spergs, Karen’s, and the tards. Six Feet From Christmas runs them all over in a White sleigh.
Everyone can get in on the fun this season, by singing along to the harmony-friendly arrangements on the album.
If you’ve thought about offing yourself this holiday season, but couldn’t work-up the motivation, do not worry, because listening to Six Feet From Christmas will likely aid you in that stunning and brave endeavor.
It is difficult to think back to a period when the world had such a timely, depressing Christmas album so offensive, yet so inclusive at the same time (minus the Jews).
How much will these 22 minutes and 9 seconds of joy cost you? A whole 16 cuck bucks. That’s one cuck buck for each year a girl lives before she starts hitting the wall.
I can’t make this any easier. Even an Expert should be able to figure that out.
Print the lyrics and take your friends caroling. All the cool kids are doing it.
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I’ll see you Six Feet From Christmas with a Martini in my hand.