The Cult –

Cycling prophet of doom – ‘onwards dear pedals!’
Leaflet throwing in the wind, hitting faces with graphic love, need 10% return on printing investment, will have own cult
Munitions build-up, more professional than ‘Preppers’, those backwoodsmen, quacks with inexactitude and tinned food mountains
Better you please me, pay attention and pray, as soon the crows will fly backwards

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