Yes, the proximate cause of this madness — a disease from which you, budding artist, had nothing to fear, either as a victim or a carrier — was certainly ok, and we knew that early on. I rise to propose that if people stopped worshipping this thing, perhaps it would go away.
But of course, they cannot. Besides, climate change is so and Kwanzaa is months away. I do not wish to add fuel to the insanity, and one hesitates even to write about it, as to do so is to help keep it alive. But there are two reasons I take crayon in hand to opine: First, as we enter the back half of , it is clear that those opposed will not let this go away more on which below ; second, there is a sentiment I know to be true, but I wish were more commonly expressed: You are not alone.
If you are anything like me and if you have read this far, we probably speak the same language , you look around at a world gone mad and wonder where it will lead. Almost every form of media adds to the disquiet. Your Facebook feed is a parade of horribles, where people you once respected, or at least could stand, spout off like suburban witch doctors. Be not afraid. This is what it appears to be: temporary madness and mass psychosis. Moreover, not only are you not alone, but it is at least possible that you are in the majority.
In this Age of Lies, it is nigh impossible to quantify anything with confidence. Polls, election results ahem , infection, death and vaccination rates are all massaged and tinkered with, if not manufactured outright, to achieve a desired result. It can be exhausting, always having to assess the source and its motivation.
The experienced consumer of news is aware that it's almost all stuff and nonsense; the trick is divining the extent and reason for the lies. Nevertheless, there is much to be said for common sense. It pierces the mists of deceit, no matter how thick. My neighborhood of jagged rainbows and creepy grins is officially ranked as "the most vaccinated in Canada. Nowhere to go but up, as it were. We few local dissenters hear legends of a place called "Florida" is that how you pronounce it?
One need not go full DeSantis to see that there is a vast range of sanity out there, despite the best efforts of authorities to hide it from view. Even in a neighborhood like mine, if you pick one of the Covidians off from the herd conversationally, that is , you can occasionally draw some sanity out of them. Perhaps they are frustrated at masking Dakota for recycling camp, or they harbor quiet concerns about her future fertility due to the jab. It won't last, of course.
The next time you encounter your interlocutor, she'll brag about how they just quadruple-vaxxed their newborn in her crib without waking her from her nap, but at least you caught a glimpse of a normal person.
We are not born with masks on our faces, nor is there a logically cogent reason to inject everyone, and the common man knows this, even if he must quash the thought for purposes of comity.
Such quashing is mandated from on high, but relies on ground-level collaboration. While every position of power is held by proponents of the approved worldview — the "wear your mask, take your jab, eat your bugs" crowd, if you will — they are a small minority.
Not only are they relatively few, but they are an odd sort, rather different from you and me and others obliged to live in the real world. They are the ones who have enjoyed job security even as they closed countless businesses, and who flout the rules they create for you and me plus ca schoolyard change. On a human level, they are peculiar people.
At the risk of seeming glib, I recall that opening pitch if one can call it that hurled by Anthony Fauci last summer at a Washington Nationals game. If you've seen it, you remember. It is not my intention to make fun of him — although there is that — but I remain gobsmacked that an adult male, who grew up in America, is incapable of throwing a ball. One might excuse it by saying Fauci is elderly, or that he has been too busy "saving lives" to perfect his throwing arm which raises the awkward question of how long it has been since Fauci treated a patient , but this was more than that.
No one expected Fauci to bring the split-finger heat, but this was not even a proper throw, by any previous definition. It flailed off to one side, traveling nowhere near home plate, and one could easily suppose it was the first time he had ever attempted such a thing. How can a grown man who does not know how to throw a ball relate to me, much less run my life? It seems a small thing, and perhaps it is, but it speaks loudly to me. Again, though - Fauci and people who think as he does control every power center at the moment.
From media to education to government and corporate culture, the world is currently one big, uptalking HR department. With few exceptions, everything you see on your computer, phone, and television even the blasted commercials reinforces their worldview.
It can therefore be easy to conclude that you are the odd one out and that their vision is inevitable. This is why I take pains to say: You are not alone. Reality and reason are not on their side. Their numbers do not add up, their stories don't fit together, and you are not crazy for noticing that.
This is important to bear in mind, since things are going to get bumpy this fall. Perhaps you have already encountered this, at work or school. Maybe you have kids heading to college who are being mandated to receive an experimental injection which, by the regime's own logic, they do not need. They have been telegraphing like a jonesing Samuel Morse that, while there's not much they can do to clamp us down during summer, as the weather cools and regular cold and flu season returns, they'll be strapping on their winter jackboots.
But like Satan himself, they know their time is short I doubt either side of that simile has much cause to object. They are doing the hard press on college kids because they know this is a vulnerable spot, and a time-sensitive one besides. But a year from now, when they are still trying to gin up panic over the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot variant, and people still have to refer to the tragic death of their sister's neighbor's ex-husband's dogsitter's grandmother who had diabetes and was born during the Taft administration to come up with someone who died of it, how much traction will they get?
Consider for a moment this "vaccine passport" obscenity. In my neck of the woods, they give the jabbed a flimsy little piece of paper as proof of compliance.
Even if one does not lose it - and one expects my neighbors frame and pray to theirs like the Shroud of Turin - everyone would have to go back and register themselves in some global database, which we can expect will run about as smoothly as the Obamacare website.
All of which is to say, these people cannot make this work, they probably know it, so the best they can do is scare you that Madison will miss a semester of Gender Studies if you don't hop to.
Much is supposed about why they are doing all this. Is it for money? Mass sterilization? The answer is unknowable because there is more than one they are Legion, if you will. People making and selling jabs certainly have a pecuniary motive. Those who want everyone injected, whether they need it or not — whether it harms them or not, in fact — are indulging in the all-too-human impulse for power over others.
The chief aim of the state is to make its citizens legible, which explains the desire for a centralized health and vaccination database. Finally, there is much to be said for the warm comfort of conformity, coupled with the opportunity to hurt and sneer at those who disobey.
What you will notice about the above list is that none of the motivations are to your benefit. I do not include a genuine concern for the health of one's fellow man on the list because, at this point, with so many absurd narratives and documented harms of this medical tyranny, I no longer believe it to be possible. But like Prohibition, the tulip craze, or tying an onion to your belt, this madness cannot last.
We are not alone, and our task is to outlast them. They will not quit until they have to, and we never will. Be prepared, be hopeful, and stay strong. The next few months will be a challenge. They will almost certainly try to cancel Christmas again but, if the police come knocking, just tell them you're celebrating Kwanzaa. The smartest people I know never call anyone else stupid. Perhaps they are just intelligent enough to recognize how much they have to learn.
Conversely, the most appalling mouth-breathers of my acquaintance are quick to accuse others of imbecility for no better reason than being at odds with their precise opinion. Little knowledge being a dangerous thing, they lash themselves to the mast of the first fact they hear, particularly if it confirms their preferences, and cling to it like grim death.
Like most people, I consider myself somewhere between those two groups; in the parlance of Costanza, not showing off, not falling behind, right in that sweet spot. As the threat of Covid, such as it ever was, loses its wind, those who live, breathe, and pray to this happening cast about for ways to keep it alive. But as the sheer illogic of their story accumulates, the willful benightedness of those who need this nonsense to rouse themselves from bed each morning necessitates variants of stupidity.
For example, I have heretofore enjoyed chit-chatting with an older lady I encounter on my bi-weekly visits to the grocery store. Most recently, however, our discussion turned to the Covid regime — as is the tiresome wont of every conversation nowadays — and the ridiculous cloth on our faces. Whether this woman was once normal or was always one of them, I do not know, but a slyness slipped into her eyes, as though what she was about to say were gangbusters.
She stepped back slightly, as though I needed space to recover. I needed no more than a moment, however, to understand her meaning: While masks may be unnecessary for Covid, they are probably good for something, so we must all wear them indefinitely.
I responded, truthfully, that I am never sick being Irish, I yearn for death, but my perfect health is a tragic fact , adding that even if her argument were airtight, I do not want to live like this. Notwithstanding my place in the sweet spot, noted above, to be patronized by someone of middling intelligence is its own chapter of infuriation.
Perhaps so, I answered, though that is of little practical value, since those of us with differing opinions, no matter how well-founded, are beholden to the opinions of those who demand we cover our faces if we wish to buy food for our families. I am intellectually humble enough to accept I might be wrong about all this. But I suspect what irritated her most was that, on some level, she suspects I am right.
Covid is merely the latest religion for people who believe in nothing. It is often said that this godless religion has no answer for death, and so people are afraid. I waver on this, inasmuch as I see plenty of power-tripping, conformity, and self-satisfaction, but precious little fear. At this point, is anyone primarily afraid of the disease itself? Perhaps some are but, to those with a lick of perspicacity, the chief concern ought to be the medical prison being erected around us.
Covidians are strangers to both purpose and fear, which makes them fanatical. Their role-playing adventure, in which the rest of us are compelled to participate, furnishes them with meaning and power, yet they are no more afraid of death than Barack Obama is of his waterfront mansion slipping into the rising sea.
Each new strain of nonsense will be more absurd than the last, as fewer rational arguments remain available to them. Even so, they will persist, for they can do no other — at least, until some new secular shrine presents itself. Returning to the smartest people I know, albeit subjectively assessed, it is noteworthy that none of them is a medical doctor with one exception, though he was so brilliant it was as though he earned an MD in his spare time.
I myself am not a doctor, nor did I attend an Ivy League school, but I am acquainted with a sufficient number who satisfy one or both of those criteria to know that not only should one not be intimidated by their judgment — one should be outright suspicious of it. Intelligence and credentials are worse than useless when decoupled from humility and common sense. Medicine, like any other field, requires the marriage of specific training to good judgment.
And to it all, there is a bounded rationality. I would no more defer to a doctor on how society should run than allow my mechanic to dictate what times and on which roads I may drive my car.
Some medical professionals understand this perfectly well. Others — some famous and some on Facebook — seem to be enjoying this moment a tad too much. The upshot remains that if you refuse to accept you may be wrong, allowing ego and power-lust to override reason, no matter how many post-nominals you possess, you may as well sign your name with an X. Be warned, however: Unintelligent creatures can still be dangerous.
A polar bear may be hopeless at arithmetic, but he can still rip your head off. We are using low intelligence as shorthand to encompass genuinely dumb bunnies as well those who could be smart but refuse to be, but the salient factor is their religious zeal. As with the causes that preceded this one, and whatever follows, they will never cease seeking their personal fulfilment at your expense.
These people, remember, in the explicit terms of the World Economic Forum and other globalist busybodies, want you eating bugs and owning nothing by the end of the decade.
They may be ridiculous, but they are still a threat. I have two reasons; one general and one specific. First, all things, good and bad, must come to an end. The Covid hysteria is one of the great mass delusions in human history and one could not help be impressed if it were truly planned by Bill Gates and fellow lizard-people, as some suggest but, whether adored or abhorred, it cannot last forever, for no other reason than nothing made by man or lizard ever does.
Second, the absurdities, indignities, and internal inconsistencies of the Covid regime are impossible to sustain. Resistance and dissent may not appear on mainstream news outlets or your curated social media feed, but they are strong and determined.
In cities around the world, massive rallies are regular occurrences. In private moments and everyday rebellions, people demonstrate what they truly believe. They are a large and powerful minority, represented as the only voice in the media we were accustomed to venerate.
Even so, the traffic is all one-way. Perusal of my own social media feed will show me wearing a mask over a year ago, long before we were instructed to do so. Now, simply through observation of moving goal posts and shifting narratives, I do not believe a single word of the official Covid story, prepositions included.
Take heart and be not afraid. Time is on our side and, not for nothing, so is the truth. Call me old-fashioned, but if you choose to speak to me through a cloth covering most of your face, I consider it as disrespectful as being addressed from horseback.
Consequently, when neighbors chat me up this way, outdoors in the sun, at a good distance and with no one else about, I feel compelled to mention, pleasantly, that I simply cannot engage in our usual banter if they remain in costume. It is not my intention, or my place, to make them uncomfortable or order them about. But in a world where others are permitted to command people as to what words they must use to refer to them, I reserve the right to circumscribe the sort of conversations I will have.
But green shoots of normalcy are giving me hope. It is, as the Richard Harris incarnation of Marcus Aurelius described Rome, a dream you can only whisper.
Nonetheless, it is there. It is conveyed in brief exchanges and knowing looks; a sense that people are ready to be done. Covid mania is like a hit song, loved at first but made sickening by too much play. There are, of course, Covid fanatics aplenty, and perhaps they will be with us for some time. One sees them on social media and in real life, but their energy is unsustainable and they are too unappealing for their influence to survive.
On some level, one senses they know this. On our street the other day, a nice couple were distributing a free newspaper, advocating an end to lockdowns and getting kids back in schools.
They were accosted by a local woman of a certain age, who filled the air of our quiet neighborhood with righteous profanity. That is not the behavior of someone serenely confident of victory.
Politicians are a different matter. Thus far, with some pleasing exceptions in Florida and the Dakotas and elsewhere, they are intransigent in their refusal to let this madness die. Their actions will serve that interest, always. And when the winds change, so will they. For the moment, they suppose this is what people want, and it satisfies their need for control and self-drama. As is the way of children and leftists, Justin has a cruel streak and lacks proportion.
His most recent obscenity is to imprison citizens returning from abroad in hotels for days, while billing them thousands of dollars for the privilege, and transporting them to quarantine internment camps if they test positive for Covid. To a normal person with reasonable expectations of a free country, the hotel arrangement is horrifying enough. Travelers are spirited from the airport in windowless vans, their families are not told where they are being taken, they are ushered down plastic-lined hallways and locked in rooms for days, unable to leave.
But now, allegations of sexual assault by hotel guards against female travelers have been raised. Again, there will always be ghastly people who think this is a reasonable reply. You were TOLD not to travel in a pandemic!
But just as there have always been cranks who insist the Berlin Wall was erected to keep West Germans from availing themselves of all the free services in the East, their perception of reality is precisely inverted.
For those lucky enough to escape the hotel prisons and internment camps, government-funded stalkers have been dispatched to the homes of recent travelers to ensure they are remaining quarantined. It is noteworthy that these are merely the stories that have been reported by the mainstream news — a cohort that by and large favors centralization and Covid restrictions. Politicians with a studied, lifelong ignorance of both liberty and human nature have re-created the Stanford Prison Experiment from coast to coast.
Normal people see this, at once, even if their leaders do not. The assumption of major news outlets is that these treatments are an unalloyed good and every reasonable person wishes to receive them as soon as possible. Certainly, there are many who are eager to be injected. But there is also a widespread and respectable view that the inoculation should be delayed or eschewed, if it is necessary at all.
An experimental injection, mere months in the making, with a suppressed but unmistakable early record of deaths and complications, and which does not protect against infection or transmission, is not a vaccine in any practically understood sense. Consequently, allow me to go on record that I will never take that jab unless you hold me down and force it on me.
And it may come to that. In a world where I am forbidden to travel, where government stalkers will come to my home, and they seek to foreclose routine living unless I present medical papers, anything is possible.
Ideologically, at least, I am on a war-footing. That informs the ad hominem nature of much of this prose. These politicians and their fellow-travelling bureaucrats are not my friends or chummy compatriots with whom I have a policy disagreement. What they are doing, or attempting to do, is anathema to the founding of Western nations and antipathetic to the human spirit.
They must be defeated, discredited, and the earth of their careers must be salted so they are never in proximity to power again. Ironically, it is that matter of medical papers that has given me my greatest source of hope. Such stories are ubiquitous and synchronized, to make you feel surrounded. But those green shoots find a way. In this case, they take the form of comments on videos and postings where vaccine advocates have not taken care to curate the responses. The reactions were glorious.
The Great Reset, as you may have heard, is a program whereby nefarious groups, including everyone from the Davos crowd to Bill Gates to the Bay City Rollers, seek to remake the world in an image of their choosing. It is not some imaginary conspiracy, as a number of its proponents openly advocate it.
The global legibility and attendant controls of the Vaccine Passport was to be an integral part. But as with all the plans of those who love people in groups of a million or more, it fails to account for ground-level behavior. Similarly, it does not contemplate next steps. If a person wishes to do some grocery shopping, must they present their vaccine papers or scan their Ford-issued wristband at the door? Who will guard the entrance — police, private security, or some put-upon hourly worker with a nametag?
And how long are we meant to live like this? In an instant, normal people see this is madness and slavery, no matter how tidy it appears to international bien-pensants. To be human is to be free, in equilibrium between good and evil and empowered to choose.
They do not understand this and so they push too far, always. They want you to believe their vision is inevitable. But do not be fooled. The Great Resist is stirring to life. Having watched the video several times, I genuinely cannot tell if that NBC reporter misheard the crowd wishing crude intimacy upon Joe Biden, or if she was attempting to edit reality like some Baghdad Brandon. But really, does it matter? Truth has no place in their world.
Whether through their cloistered benightedness or enforced falsehoods, those who mean to rule us only see, and tolerate, their side of the story. Perhaps like you, I had not heard much about Jeffrey Epstein until after his death. I knew vaguely of a wealthy guy with a demonic face who had the goods on many important people. One might be forgiven for such a tale blending in with all the others in this day and age.
The Official Version posits that the jailer fell asleep — which only happens in cartoons, incidentally — whereupon Epstein activated his FastPass to Hell. We cannot even address the question of suicide or murder when we begin with a snoring Barney Fife. If the latter, did the assassin send in the Pirates of the Caribbean dog to snatch the keys and make his entrance?
And what of the surveillance footage? Free citizens cannot order a cheese sandwich without being videotaped from every angle, but the guy supposedly capable of bringing down Gates, Roberts, the Clintons, et al.
The past couple years in particular, they have stacked one falsehood upon another, like Richard Dreyfuss building a mountain of mashed potatoes.
However you voted, the election was an obvious absurdity with a plainly manufactured result. People know this, even without quantitative deep dives and earth-shaking MyPillow revelations.
Precisely because it is so obvious, thou canst not say it for fear of cancellation or othering. But you know what you can say? Of course, the ubiquitous, euphemistic chant is not entirely, or even primarily, about the election farce.
Indeed, if Joe Biden, who has been running for everything but cover his entire life, had kept a low profile, we may have let him sneak onto the roster of presidents with little more than a roll of our eyes.
Biden himself is clearly a cipher for whatever truly nasty Epstein-types are running things. This brings us, of course, to the Church of Covid, which is a Notre Dame of nonsense. And no one talks about healing or making people feel better anymore, do they? From until the fall of , Caldwell hosted a weekly hourlong show, Saturday nights on CFRB radio, which was later cancelled.
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