@RobertKennedyJr I want to tell you my 7oh experience it will make you and the whole cabinet look good. People hear my story and then ban the drug. People will love you
I’m a business owner I’m a father I’m a basketball coach. We can help each other and this great country.
All the children are declared dead OFF of Wonka company grounds
Just like nobody shits in there. It's technically true but there's a ghastly forest of tubes to make the dream a reality.
Yeah, sure, you can believe the story because it's true. No children die and nobody takes a shit in Wonkaland.
They cover up births, too
The loompettes
Constantly pregnant
They need new oompas. Continuously. By design. They burn through them. Lose them in machinery.
That candy factory is a charnel house.
Sometimes the oompas thrust their hands or heads into the molten sugarflows.
It is quick. It is painless. It's too fast to stop them. And they're not stopping the fountains.
So that's in there. In the molasses. It's in everything.
Since the factory is so self sufficient, waste is so thoroughly accounted for, really, the only hope the oompas have for any kind of transcendent escape must be through a non-material means. They cannot dig their way out.
So they suffuse the candy with their blood, flesh, souls.
Wonka doesn't know this, but his oompas are leaking out. They're putting themselves into the candy and escaping the factory as ghosts. They infuse themselves into the dreams of the children that eat this candy. They appear as strange notions, questions, unquenchable compulsions or commands.
The children are building things. They are saying things that are strange. They act as though they are in another time, another place. Their motions are not their own.
The oompas are leaking out. They're in the candy. They're in the water. There's no getting rid of them. This is our life now.
Well @Orioles I want 60 feet 6 inches between @ryansickler and home plate again! The Rays didn’t know about that opener we had tonight HON!! Congrats Ryan. NOW THATS Sumin Special!!!!