I've been told lately that my recent posts are lacking in juicy facts and grand exposures. Alas - there's not much surprising or astonishing in the US, and I just didn't have enough for that many posts. So, I will add fuel to the fire by tearing off the covers (© Goblin) and opening your eyes to the horrors of American totalitarianism.
So, a terrifying fact, but in reality Chicago
looks like this -
Everything I've shown before is footage from before the 60s, when America hadn't yet fully turned into a totalitarian empire thirsting for world domination. And the images of my sister over the background are just a photomontage!
Enjoyed the shocking truth? Let's continue the exposures and revelations!
By the way, did you know that there are 10 million illegal Mexican immigrants in the US living in constant fear of the omniscient immigration service? It's them who wash toilets and get crippled in horrific conditions in factories, and on top of that they have no health insurance, which is why they die from salmonella in tomatoes like flies.
According to official data from the US Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), at least 552 residents of 32 states and the District of Columbia are infected with salmonella - this is 350 more cases than previously recorded in 30 states earlier, <. . .>
In fact - it's a massive salmonella epidemic, but they're hiding it from ordinary Americans!
Only in the Grand Lux Cafe restaurant did they not bring us any salmonella tomatoes, no matter how much we begged, motivating our request with the 1st Amendment to the Constitution and a desire to die with dignity. Totalitarianism, what can you do - no tomatoes for those thirsty for an autopsy euthanasia.
After the Oceanarium, we went to the Field Museum Of Natural History.
A miserable dinosaur forgery - Sue
As everyone knows, there were no dinosaurs, it's all the machinations of vile atheists seeking to lead true believing Americans astray. Dinosaur skeletons are assembled from elephant bones, or even cast entirely from plastic in underground factories.
Even assuming that dinosaurs somehow mysteriously existed, Jesus undoubtedly rode them, which is proven by the following practically documentary evidence from a children's coloring book:
Furthermore, in a secret room of the museum, you can learn that every 17 years the middle lands (Wisconsin, Illinois, and the rest nearby) face the terrible consequence of illegal government experiments crossing genetically modified corn (they don't eat any other kind in the US) with aliens from Area 51. These are terrifying killer cicadas that leave behind fields eaten clean, as well as the skeletons of livestock and humans. The lucky few who managed to survive in airtight toilet-bunkers with meter-thick walls are eliminated by the government so they can't tell the world about the awful consequences of Washington's criminal research.
Killer locusts
After the museum we sat on the grass, drank diet Pepsi (Alina) and ate ice cream (me). The ice cream was pre-packaged, not from a soft-serve machine, because the latter in the kiosk was broken thanks to the universal ruin and desolation caused by totalitarian rule. The ice cream was so-so, mediocre, surely the cursed totalitarian capitalists are to blame for this too, not letting the magical chefs (probably from the breed of those who must not be named) spread their wings, who could easily outdo the European ones!
After that, we decided to climb a high-rise tower, of which there are two in Chicago - Sears and Hancock. We wanted to go up the Sears, because they say the view is better from there.
The tower was built in 1973 and until 1998 was the tallest building in the world at 442 meters. And with the antenna that day and night brainwashes Americans into submitting to the authorities and loving fast food - 527. To the dismay of all Americans, the sheikh already known to us from previous posts is building Burj Dubai for his bedouins at a height of 624 meters, and with its antenna - a whopping 818. Caught up and overtook his teachers in consumption, the desert vagabond.
This is what the Sears looks like - a creepy citadel of totalitarianism amid the remnants of Chicago's former beauty
Unfortunately, we didn't get into the Sears - there was very high wind and it was closed, because during such winds the top of the tower sways back and forth so much that the easily spooked Americans get nervous. It must be said that the elevators in all the skyscrapers are ultra-high-speed - the tower's 108 floors fly by in a dozen or two seconds. The brutal capitalists don't care about their citizens' ears at all - they pop just like on an airplane.
Near the closed tower we were caught by (since I've started exposing the horrors of the US, I'll say this terrible word) - A NEGRO!
And this is an image falsified by the authorities
The black proletarian was shoving postcards at us, but from what he was saying, I only understood that he wouldn't be singing and dancing for us, although he could have. This is weird - he could have entertained his white masters the tourists. As it turned out, the jolly black guy was collecting cash for the poor, and for this he was selling postcards at extortionate prices, and sometimes even performed the kalinka-malinka on demand. It's quite possible that he kept our pennies for himself, but that's not a big deal - after all, he's hardly rich, so he wasn't lying to us - all the money went to the poor. In the end, the comrade told us that the second tower was also most likely closed due to the bad weather. And he lied, although we didn't find that out until the next day. Quite possibly he was an agent of the world revolution, called upon to ruin the American economy by deceiving tourists, thereby accelerating the fall of Babylon and bringing the triumph of the Rastafari order closer.
Disappointed by the black guy's unwillingness to play basketball for us, we went wherever our eyes led us. As it turned out, my eyes were looking at Starbucks, because tema lebedev occasionally mentions that they sometimes have good coffee there, an extremely rare beast in the world from his point of view. Since I always have two goals - to experience new sensations and to try the quality benchmarks of various phenomena, my feet carried me to Starbucks on their own. For those out of the loop, Starbucks is a coffee-oriented chain of cafes, as redundant as that may sound.
I ordered an espresso, since according to YouKnowWho © it's hard to ruin. At Starbucks they indistinctly asked me how much of the "short" I wanted. At first I didn't get what "short" they meant, but then they explained that it's a quarter of a cup and that's what it's called. That's when I finally recognized the word - Zadornov used to joke about it, and it means a single serving of hard liquor, and, as it now turns out, coffee. It's written like this - shot, that is, it literally translates to "a gunshot". And my sister meanwhile was drinking a frappuccino, which is a sweet iced coffee drink diluted with water - tastes okay, but it's really an acquired taste - way too thin and watery for a coffee. Interestingly, some people start their day with a drink like this. Considering the summer heat, you can understand them - why drink hot coffee if it's +30 outside. True, inside all the establishments there are always air conditioners, and downright arctic ones in terms of the cold they produce. Oddly enough, this doesn't lead to catching a cold at all, just like the endless iced drinks, at least not in my case. As for the espresso, Americans drink it diluted, but I drank it straight up, and I can't say I felt any hellish delight. The espresso was very strong, but what's curious is that there was almost none of that nasty sour aftertaste on my tongue that I usually get from coffee.