When I was a kid, I read a book about a character named Homer Price, and one story was about something a traveling salesman sold to the townfolk. The stuff was called "Eversomuch More-so". Anything it was sprinkled on became more of whatever it already was. Food became more delicious. But sometimes, it backfired, like when it was used on squeaky springs and they became even more squeaky.
As I remember the book, when the shaker was finally opened, it was empty. The effect had been psychological all along. (Or maybe it was more ambiguous, but that's what I got out of it. I actually still have the book- I rarely give up books, which is why I have a library in my house. I may read the story again.)
Well, it feels to me like someone put Eversomuch More-so in the chemtrails.
Crazy people have become Eversomuch More-so crazy.
Political criminals have become Eversomuch More-so criminal.
Warmongers have become Eversomuch More-so in favor of wars.
Statists have become Eversomuch More-so statist in their delusions and superstitions.
I'm hoping liberty lovers have (or will soon) become Eversomuch More-so in love with liberty and skeptical of rulers and legislation. It would provide a nice balance to the toxicity around us.
