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I actually am pro-choice, BTW, for all the reasons cited in the meme.

Do you remember how far off the year 2024 seemed in the year 2020? My corner of the world in suburban Chicago was locked down and my business was closed. I awaited news of what was happening overseas in dreaded epicenters of lockdown and "infection" that were supposedly a month ahead of our own two-weeks-to-flatten the curve. Older people were being slaughtered wholesale in hospitals and nursing homes, which quickly morphed into government-subsidized death camps. To add insult to iatrogenic injury, nurses and doctors lovingly choreographed group dance routines in empty hospital corridors. Some dancing medics were even captured hoisting up a patient's corpse (or what looked like it) while they cavorted and frolicked. Adding to the obscenity, we all knew for a act that somewhere in the background, still-living patients were busy suffocating because of unnecessary ventilators, seizing because of unnecessary drugs, or just plain being starved to death with no family or friends allowed to impede the process. If you trust allopathic doctors for yourself or your kids after seeing what went on from 2020-2023, that's on you. The world went insane and those of us with a handful of marbles were not running the asylum.

In January 2021, a local mom and I funded Speakeasy Illinois, a group for getting around masks and later on, vaccines. I was lucky. I had the benefit of being part of the Cosmic Doctrine reader's club and discussion with John Michael Greer patiently guiding and moderating. I knew better than to throw my energy into hating the opposition. Trust me that I wanted to hate them. Instead, my Speakeasy group supported the change we wanted to see, encouraging members to patronize mask and vaccine free establishments. My group started home schools, visited freedom-loving stores, changed to freedom-loving doctors, ate at freedom-loving restaurants, filled freedom-loving churches, networked for religious exemptions, and generally ignored the opposition whenever possible in the spirit of Christian occultist Dion Fortune. We directed people towards freedom-loving medical professionals, and in hindsight, I think this is where we hit the hardest. The greatest fear of the modern medical industry is that it will lose paying customers. My group quietly informed people that allopathic medicine is not in the business of healing. The more the overarching powers tried to censor the information, the more appealing it became to my group's members. Strange things happen when a small group of people wake up.

Far too many unvaccinated persons in my group lost family and friends. One woman regaled me with the tale of her husband divorcing her after 30 years of marriage and two children. Her story was hardly unique. Strained marriages were the rule and not the exception: many marriages did not survive. Yet no matter how bad the vaccine reign of terror became, those that should have known better refused to recognize the tsunami of pro-vaccine propaganda. They fell like cordwood, literally and figuratively. Vaccines killed my neighbors. Vaccines gave them and their children strokes, heart attacks, chronic inflammation, liver failure, psychotic episodes, and cancer. To this day, many who took the vaccines and survived continue to put their faith in them. Each new day brings catastrophic news of how unnecessary, deadly, and damaging are the MRNA vaccines. Though most normal people around me say they would not take another MRNA vaccine, there is still a disturbing number who believe in them. The dwindling number of vaccine enthusiasts seems marked. They remind me of Westboro Baptists, that group that claims to be worshipping Jesus yet spends all of its public time engaged in the demonic cursing and belittling of others. MRNA vaccines were the holy sacrament of the modern Church of Hate. Those who took the communion and simultaneously lack the decency to apologize for their religion are doubling and tripling down in their passions. Religion can be a hell of a drug.
 
My Ogham Were Wrong, Thank the Gods

Though my Ogham divinations got a great deal right about how the unvaxxed and vaxxed would change over the last few years, they were spectacularly wrong about the number of vaccine dead. My Ogham said the vaccines would cause a Black Death scenario by 2024. This patently did not happen. What seems to have happened is a close shave. World population has hit its peak of 8.2 billion and thanks to vaccines, it looks highly unlikely that we will ever get to 10 billion. I am glad my Ogham were wrong about the vaccine dead. Though it is clear people are dying and not being replaced, it is not happening at the breakneck speed suggested by Geert Vanden Bossche, Sucharit Bhakdi, and the late Luc Montagnier. There are ominous trends, for certain: the ERs have been full since the vaccine rollout, and they have not been full of the unvaccinated. Cancers are way up.

Nevertheless, suburban subdivisions have enough people to fill traffic jams and kids birthday parties. Life as usual goes on. The slow easing of population is going to look a great deal more like South Korea or Japan than a Mad Max film. Though we are constantly told real estate markets are collapsing or about to collapse, renting or owning a home is still extremely unaffordable anywhere in the industrialized world. The common person's dream -- it's not just the American dream -- is to have a stable place to live peacefully and quietly. This dream is off the table for most of us.

Unfortunately, the Covid Cargo Cult appears to be readying itself for another shot... or set of shots. Cover for election shenanigans and unearned wealth transfer from the hard-working to the non-working are good enough reasons for the medical believer class to gorge on a new wave of manufactured chaos, however, the Church of Hate gets its rocks off on gaslighting above all else. The Church of Hate labors under a heady delusion that they can create their own reality and force others to believe it. This is the substance to which they are addicted and this is what drives their malice. Deprive them of it and they have no power over you.

Don't Hate the Haters

Oh honey, trust me I KNOW that it is tempting to hate the haters, but to succumb to the ruse is to fail one of the primary tests of Meatworld existence. You don't fight the opposition by hating it, or by loving it for that matter. You fight it by becoming different from it and building the superiority of that difference. For every petition they sign or The Thing they embrace, I vow to learn a skill that can actually be of use in the future. For every bit of vitriol they barf out of their poisonous gullets, I will publish a chunk of helpful, uplifting material or at very least, exact it of myself to be kind and courteous unless I am directly in danger. While they do the equivalent of online thumb twiddling, I will go outside, talk to trees, and tend my garden. I suggest you do the same, because the more negative approach is futile.
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There is a famous celebrity who shall remain nameless who I believe has sold her soul to a demon and has become ensnared by demons as a result. She is not young. She recently had her umpteenth plastic surgery. She can now be mistaken for young at a distance or in photographs, but she does not look even remotely look like her younger self. Her existence at this point is a study in diminishing returns: the more she ruins her own legacy with a freak show of bad behavior and enfant terrible antics, the less attention she draws year after year. She made her deal as a young woman and now enters the first phase of hell: old age.

Bob Dylan reportedly sold his soul to an entity he thought was Satan as a young man. He directly admitted to it in an interview and he did not seem to be joking. John Lennon gained a similar reputation when gullible überfan and biographer Joseph Niezgoda misconstrued a woe-is-me quote he made during a trying time to mean he literally sold his soul. Dylan is obviously still alive and has made it to a ripe old age, without the formerly mentioned celebrity’s tendency to freak out about the aging process. Lennon, who most likely did not sell his soul, died in his prime while the rest of the Beatles outlived him. What of their souls? Were they for sale?

Atheist Misperceptions

Atheists like to say “I believe in one less god than you do” to monotheists. Atheism and monotheism are closer than their adherents like to think. They both see the material world as a dead and dying hulk of matter in the indifferent ocean of empty space. Atheism simply replaces Heaven with Progress: a future where everyone can be uploaded to the cloud after they die at a freakishly extended age (thanks Science!) and a life spent in fully automated luxury communism. For monotheists, evil is a grinning devil who takes convenient responsibility for all the horrors of the world. For atheists, the devils are those pesky servant classes who don’t understand intellectual refinements and the inevitable march onward and outward to colonize space. The celebrity who sold her soul probably doesn’t know it happened. I can only speculate she sold her soul because of the way she acts. Her crazy desperation is my only clue; that and her fondness for Satanic imagery. Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Maybe she is with Lucifer.

I was an atheist only six years ago. I’m not an expert on demons and I don’t pretend to be one. For two decades, I thought the entities I experienced during astral travel (I was not calling it that at the time) were ‘trans-dimensional bleed’. Had my atheist self been more prone to believe in aliens, that’s the direction I would have gone: nightly alien abductee. Never would I have thought I was being tormented by demons. I didn’t know what they were.

Little Voice

After a few years of discursive meditation, I learned that I am not clairvoyant, or at least not in the way one expects. I don’t typically see anything in a typical day that isn’t fully incorporated in the flesh. Instead, I feel it. I am extremely sensitive to the etheric plane. Messes bother me because I can feel them. Sometimes my senses get so jacked up from being bombarded, they shut down and I am numb and unable to perceive anything. The Sphere of Protection has been a lifesaver for me. It has enabled me to discriminate and choose which non-corporeal manifestations get through. I am no longer at the mercy of a non-corporeal crowd shouting at me to get my attention. My senses have become subtle enough that I can communicate via the astral plane to my surroundings and to their inhabitants.

Not long ago, people on John Michael Greer’s Ecosophia blogs said they heard a little voice saying “Just get the vaccine, it will be OK”. The old atheist me would have just shut down the dialogue with FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION as if imagination is not important. If I could go back in time to talk with my atheist self, I would ask “If imagination is not important, why are governments, corporations, and religions all trying to take complete control of yours and mine?” Look at our human vision and how little of the spectrum we can see — if we don’t use our mind’s eye, we are nearly blind.

I saw, or more accurately I felt the nasty thing whispering things to me (and presumably other people). My mind's eye pictured him as a little waif, sly and gray. His hatred for humans was epic. He was a wee Rumplestiltskin looking to make deals and bargains.



Cui bono?

Vaccines, lockdownism, and masks tend to benefit the salary class and its aspirants. Unlike slaughterhouse workers, Amazon delivery drivers, and small business owners scrambling to avoid going under, the salary class largely no longer has to work or go to school when they catch a random cold or flu. A mild case of the sniffles is now an opportunity to work from home in perpetuity and/or to virtue signal about protecting others by voluntary quarantine. That is why it is common to find the highest vaccination rates in countries like Israel, where the salary class is the only accepted form of existence: If you’re not salary class in Israel, you might as well be Palestinian. Did members of the salary class sell their souls to demons in order to continue the gravy train of Covid-paranoia benefits? I believe they did. They did not do this quickly or consciously; it happened over time. They eased into the bargain like a frog relaxes in a pan of warm water over a Bunsen burner.

The legacy media was a bit more obvious about the soul-selling process. Self-appointed scholar commentator Reza Azlan took a trip to India for his CNN show Believer in 2017. For the very first episode, he hung out with the Aghori, a sect that makes special pains to debase its adherents by having them wallow in filth and death. Aslan ate part of a corpse’s brain as part of a (hazing) ritual in order to hang out with the Aghori equivalent of the cool kids. It is my opinion that he and CNN were literally damned after that. His unholy communion was the beginning of the end for CNN. Aslan was later fired for his anti-Trump tweets but CNN did not seem to escape blowback. Their ratings of their most popular programs are far lower than a Twitch user or Tik Tok-er of middling popularity any given day. Let’s hope CNN and all of its hysteria goes the way of the passenger pigeon soon.

Around the same time, breakout director Ari Aster released his first feature film, Hereditary. Hereditary is the story of a family that is broken apart via the posthumous actions of an evil grandmother who works from beyond the grave to put her grandchildren in the service of the demon Paimon. Hereditary is a straight-up demon summoning presented as a film. If films are any form of identifier for societal trends, Hereditary’s success indicates Paimon is the current era’s Hollywood It Boy. The film relentlessly emphasizes the futility of resisting Paimon’s anti-human agenda. At every turn, its characters are beaten, demoralized, beheaded, and bested. In the end, Paimon gets exactly who and what it wants. I suspect Hereditary, Believer Episode 1, or the multitude of other Satanic capitulations in media vastly helped to put us in the astral mess we are soaking in right now.

The mask, as I have explained many times, is a Satanic symbol. I have to resist the desire to cross myself when I see a mask wearer (I was a devout Catholic in a past life and old habits die hard) because I can feel the pain emanating from them. Any Christian who wears the mask ought to seriously think about what it means. Jesus would not have worn a mask. He hung out with lepers. The guy was (is?) fearless.

Sayonara, Reality, We Barely Knew Ye

Demonic obsession is often marked people who abandon all connection with reality in order to stay in favor with the demons controlling them. People who cannot have a rational discussion about Donald Trump, pro- or anti-, or who seem to have forgotten that Trump was the original pusher and promoter of the vaccines. On the other side of the political spectrum, there are significant numbers of would-be armed militia members who believe in a globalist conspiracy to transhumanize the world.

Sometimes the abandonment of reality is just garden variety mental illness and sometimes demons step in. Some of the raving lunatics flailing on the ground on a forgotten city sidewalk are possessed; others are not. The vaccine is a door-opener. Like any first foray into drugs, it has the potential to be a gateway. There is also the good chance that it isn’t.

Soul Trafficking

Nobody can be coerced or tricked into selling their soul. Selling one’s soul to a demon is an act of will. The invitation must be voluntary. If it is rape, it’s not a sale, it is theft. For this reason the majority of the souls who got the vaccine will not pay a price beyond the banquet of vaccine enhanced illness that awaits. They were tricked and coerced. Prostitution utilizes trickery and coercion — the youngest and most nubile are regularly raped and drugged into the prostitute life. The vaccinated are the victims of a form of human trafficking, unless we are talking about a special subset who gleefully volunteered for the vaccine and continue to this day to push others to get it. They act this way in light of obvious, easily-attained, undeniable evidence there is something terribly wrong with the vaccines.

I don’t have a great deal of hope for current vaccine enthusiasts. They are in trouble. Not only do I suspect they face a multi-lifetime karmic backlash that will include causing the deaths and injuries of potential billions of vaccine-injured, they will also be the first to face blame here on the material plane as the nascent blowback against the vaccine mandates builds to a molto fortissimo crescendo in the coming months and years. For those who are still virtue-signaling that they are vaccinated, they should enjoy what remains of their time and expect a long sojourn in hell.

We are currently standing in the wreckage of a flaming dumpster fire and it is up to idiots like you and me to save what can be saved. A wise non-corporeal entity once said something to me about the subject of demonic possession: “In order for the exorcism to be successful, you need to love the boy more than you hate the demon who possesses him.” The vaccinated are and were our friends. For instance, I have an ex-friend who spent the last five years in a fit of Trump Derangement Syndrome pique. I walked away from the relationship before the vaccine rollout. I do wonder if he got the vaccine because he has pre-existing problems with his immune system. Though I don’t have it in me to attempt to re-kindle the friendship, I can focus on the good times we shared and wish him no ill as he continues on his journey for the rest of this incarnation. It’s very tempting to hate him and all he represents to me. He has acted like an ass and doesn’t have the self-awareness to realize it. I don’t love him anymore, but I can acknowledge the love I felt and use it to mitigate the friction I now feel towards him. My gratitude for all the hard times he helped me through and all the lessons he helped me to learn eclipse my wish for him to be apologetic and humbled.

I know I’m going to want to say “I told you so” as the cascade of Vaccine Enhanced Illness becomes more apparent. I’m going to do my utmost to steer clear and I would urge you to do the same.  Tear yourself away. I have always battled with my own arrogance and it is readily triggered by schadenfreude. I believe the unvaccinated will have every reason to feel schadenfreude as Winter and Spring open a can of adverse effects on the vaccinated. I know some vaccinated people have been horrible. I know some of them have called to put us in camps and to ostracize us from society. We need to ignore them and try to work with the vaccinated people who never stooped that low.

My Body My Choice


I believe the reason a whole lot of this garbage is happening is because of what happened in the 1980s as Evangelical Christianity reached a zenith. The 1980s were a horrible time to be a young person. Christianity had a last great hurrah, squelching the opposition with the seemingly God-sent scourge of AIDS, terrorizing a generation of young women into either compulsive promiscuity or nihilist frigidity, and bubbling over into the world of television with the rise of televangelist preachers. When I was a teen, it seemed the nature-hating dominance of Evangelist psychos would never end. Yet end it did, and unfortunately, because the lessons were not learned, they have come back to haunt us in the form of forced vaccines.

The Christian fixation with unborn babies was always about the control of women and girls and the hatred of femininity. The Bible never mentions an abortion of which it does not approve, from dashing “the little ones against the stones” in Psalms 137:9 to Hosea 9:14’s “give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts”. I am not the only woman whose sex life was destroyed by paranoia and guilt. I was one of the lucky ones — I never had an abortion nor was I ever forced to carry a baby I did not want. Christianity, Islam, and to a lesser extent, Judaism cannot help what they are: patriarchal religions that value yang more than yin. To squelch life before it gets a rollicking start is very yin and not out of sync with the cruelty of Nature herself. One out of four pregnancies naturally ends in miscarriage, but members of our civilization don’t do a particularly good job of coping with that either. At any rate, the insane prohibition of abortion by Christian fundamentalists in the Handmaid’s Tale lite era of the 1980s morphed into our current dystopia of vaccine pressure. What comes around goes around. Energy doesn’t die, it just changes form.  The controlling Father archetype who wished to coerce every girl and woman into having an unwanted baby became the controlling Mother who insisted she could provide for a world commune of thought slaves.  In either case, they both lied about their competency as providers. Christian fundies were slightly better than vaccine enthusiasts of the current era: they mainly sought to control young women. Lunatics in high places are fixing to vaccinate children and babies as I write this article.

If there is a moral to this story, The only way to stop the cycle of fear porn from inevitably popping up in the future is to refuse to play into it. Demons are hungry and it is up to us to starve them.


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I recently heard that my local library’s junior room is pushing a particular brand of children’s book. Books of this ilk, rushed to publication as early as Spring 2020, insist that wearing a mask is a way to express love and care for others.

Masks continue to dominate the feeble minds of the fearmongers who perpetuated the Panicdemic. Their use as a talisman to ward off the forces conspiring to devour the Professional Managerial Class’s comfortable way of life is ongoing, despite the Fauci emails and the glaring examples of Florida, South Dakota, and Sweden. Like their disgraced furor Fauci, Coronatarians never knew enough about their own subconscious processes (despite untold dollars spent to sit on the psychotherapist’s couch and profligate use of her expensive facial tissues) to realize why they forced several generations of now-permanently damaged young people to wear a scrap of dirty maxipad on the face for a year and a half. As Fauci admitted in one of his flip-flops, masks never had any efficacy in preventing disease.

Masks as Misanthropy

What the mask’s vestigial, increasingly irrelevant promoters refuse to admit is that the mask is about the opposite of loving and caring for others. Wearing a mask is an expression of misanthropy: the mask is a symbol to indicate the wearer hates others and that they couldn’t care less about their welfare. Those who are forced into wearing masks, for instance, the many people with social anxiety who face nervous breakdowns if they are confronted by friends and strangers, are potentially forced to lie. They may not hate others, but because of tremendous pressure, they are coerced into joining the Hate Club whether they like it or not. Misery loves company.

We often heard about how wearing a mask mysteriously saved Grandma during the panic, though if we told ourselves the truth, Covid measures made it much easier for poor Grandma to be hidden and thrown away as a useless eater. Tik Tok doctors and nurses danced through empty hospital wards while their superiors received fat bonuses for every new “Covid patient” admitted to secret hells of malign neglect. Now that the MRNA-hijacker disguised as vaccine has hit the market, Grandma is often presented with it as a non-option if she ever wants to hold her grandchildren again. Never mind that adverse reactions, including death, are two orders of magnitude higher than any other vaccine roll out in American history. Never mind that Grandma gets to be a poked like a lab rat for a medical experiment for which no drug company will be held liable if it goes badly.

When I was a young girl, one of my primary regrets was the day I walked my young friend home. Because I was too young to go by myself (I think I was 8 or 9) my grandmother went with me. Grandma’s age made it harrowing and painful to walk the quarter mile or so. The walk there wasn’t half as bad as the walk back — my poor grandmother was crying. There was no excuse for what I did: not my age, not my friend’s desire to get home, nothing. I thought I was helping my grandmother by making her exercise. I thought it was the beginning of her regaining her mobility. I was an arrogant little nine year old. Instead, I subjected her to a Bataan Death March through the suburbs that I regretted long after she was in the ground. Like my 9 year old self, the Covidians think they are helping. They refuse to see the pain and hurt they are inflicting on the rest of the population, including those for whom claim to care.

Karmic Conundrum

I haven’t worn a mask for some time now because I don’t want the karma of it. Early on, I said that I would rather die than receive the so-called MRNA vaccine and I remain unchanged in that declaration. For me, I don’t reject the jab because I’m afraid of dying — that’s why I say I would rather die than have it. I would rather die than have the karma of the obedient mask-wearers and vax-getters.

It is my sincere belief that the people who continue to normalize the mask and the jab have terrible karma in store. Karma is nothing more and nothing less than cause and effect, and though it is as sure as gravity, I don’t claim to have any purchase on the ways it will manifest in the lives of those who have earned it.

Some of the karma for masking and vaxxing appears to be gathering on a dark horizon. For Bill Gates and other members of high-profile Epstein’s Pleasure Island group, they seem well on their way towards swinging from street lanterns without the benefit of their heads. Woke school board members who subsist ungratefully on the taxpayer dime while installing BLM and transgender propaganda don’t seem far behind if the new Recession gets too long in the tooth.

Some of the karma for masking and vaxxing is instant. In my state of Illinois, the state’s Tyrant in Chief has gotten himself backed into a corner. When groups like my Speakeasy Illinois quietly went around the mandates by solely patronizing patriotic, freedom-loving stores and establishments, the big woke retailers found themselves fighting for a shrinking customer pool in a bad economic recession. Presto change-o, suddenly the mask mandate expired and if you showed your vaccination card, you could suddenly shop at all the places almost like it was 2019. Little did the woke retailers realize that many of us would never walk into their stores again, as we did not wish to engage in any forms of Stockholm Syndrome style lovemaking with our abusers. There was also the problem of filtering each person at the woke retailer’s front door for their vaccine card, which is a violation of his or her Constitutional rights as well as inconvenient and difficult. The karma for the wokesters is increasingly empty stores — any retail CEO interested in this phenomenon should plug in the terms Carson Pirie Scott, Venture, or Zayre into a search engine — and the rise of alternative markets that don’t invade their customer’s medical privacy. Maskers now find themselves in the position of the modern day Nazi and his swastika.  Sure, he can wear the symbol, but it automatically marginalizes him as an extremist. If you have hatred in your heart, it’s probably not a good idea to wear it on your sleeve.

Broken Hearts

Speaking of hearts, myocarditis is a known side effect of getting the MRNA inoculation. I think the vaccine attacks their hearts because of their heartlessness when push came to shove during the peak of the Corona panic. Sadly, the worst myocarditis is afflicting teenage boys, which speaks of blood sacrifice and marks over doors that had the opposite effect than the one intended. The horrible part of bad karma is that it acts like a grenade. It’s messy and non-specific. How many Professional Managerial Class snobs sneered and wished death on people for shopping mask free in stores alongside the masked and fearful? Though correlation is not causation, there could be a connection with the subsequent visitation of the Death Angel upon the sons of the sinners.

The death of the Christian Church is one of the scarier convulsions of the banquet of consequences. While Christian lions such as Artur Pawlowski are persecuted for doing what Jesus would do, fake Christians huddle fearfully and sparsely in their often virtual, always socially-distanced pews. As a religious person who believes in Jesus Christ but by no means exclusively worships him, I can think of no better way to anger a god than to supplant his worship with an egregore or worse, a demon. In 2020 and 2021, Christians clearly replaced the worship of Jesus with that of Coronachan. If one shall know them by their fruits, we have only to look at churches that are still forcing congregants to wear the Satanic symbol of the mask as well as the Mark of the Beast in the form of the vaccine. For two years straight on Christ’s birthday and resurrection days, Christians pretended their god mattered as they conveniently failed to take their religion back from a disease that kills fewer people than some seasonal flus.  

Let Them Eat Bugs

Masks are a virtue signal that say "I've got mine, Jack!" meaning they signify the wearer as a person who believes it's OK for large corporations to benefit while the entire economy and the real people who need it crumbles. Masks are the symbol of the belief that communism in the form of eternal welfare checks can sustain a country. They are the sigil of those content to fiddle while Rome burns. Despite the baaing to the contrary of their wearers, masks are the ultimate way to say "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU OR YOUR FAMILY, you deserve to starve, peasant!"  Ultimately, the joke is on the one who thinks the hatred behind the mask is without blowback.  Anyone who believes in the mask is subject to the karma of the mask, and it hardly matters if they understand the symbolism behind it.
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Illustrator Harry Clarke's image for Edgar Allan Poe's The Masque of the Red Death
My sister is a nurse in Texas. She had covid. These bull***t denier post don't help a single person. They do hurt many and possibly kill some. My sister is on the front line and paying the the price. I hope all you loud mouth cowards contract covid. Karma is a beautiful thing. If you do contract it and while you are coughing up your lungs while s***ing your petty brains out...please reread all your posts. A***oles.

This post is an absolute study in ignorance and making s*** up. Bravo!! πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ

All bull***t excuses. Every. Single. One.
Yes, they are sad things, but not one of them is a reason for not masking up.
If you don't want to wear a mask, stay out of stores. And if you can't wear one for the 20 minutes you need to be in a store, then seek mental help, and in the meantime, order curbside or delivery.

This is absurd, just STFU. Yes, I do shame people who don't wear masks, because f*** you selfish a***oles. This looks like something a Trump worshipper would post, in addition to a few other posts of yours in the last couple of months. Bye Felicia!!



The above comments were sent in an attempt to force me to take down a meme I posted on social media.  The meme explained to the devout mask wearer that certain people cannot wear masks because of breathing issues, sensory issues, or certain types of PTSD. These responses reveal a commonplace yet disproportionate rage. All of the above commenters are leftist former friends of mine who seek to control my thoughts and behavior via shaming.

The COVID mask does not serve its most obvious function, which is preventing suspended droplets of COVID-loaded bodily fluids from finding a contagious human target. COVID is endemic. I'm not going to explain what this means, because I am sure if you are reading this paragraph, you are already aware of how an endemic disease is the viral equivalent of wallpaper.

For those who wish to harass me like the examples above, I will warn you now that your entreaties won't be published here, so you will do best to take it elsewhere. Comments are fully moderated by me, filtered for profanity, and this site gathers the IP addresses of all who comment, whether I choose to publish them or not.


What I want to talk about is the non-physical aspects of masks and what they represent in the group subconscious.  I want to peel back the layers of bluster and tough guy posturing to reveal the working guts.  I want to talk about the real reasons behind the unhinged, hateful comments I received for posting an innocuous meme.

Hegemony


"We Are All In This Together" bellow the ad sloganeers. Yet who benefitted politically from the shutdowns? Which classes and types of people reaped the most benefits from a stop to all but "essential" labor?   The answer: the middle and the upper classes and their aspirants.  Anyone who questioned the shutdowns, like the April 16 protestors at the Michigan capitol building who wanted to go back to work, was shamed and ridiculed.  Unmasked rioters like the ones who drove a UHaul to loot luxury stores in Chicago last weekend, however, have been cheered on by Black Lives Matter.  We were clearly never all in this together, nevertheless, the pro-mask people figured out they could enforce the appearance of successful groupthink even though the reality was far different. That's why all those who wear masks wish to force mask-wearing on everyone else. A mask wearer's unconscious statement proclaims that he or she is benefitting from the policies designed to give us all an artificial boundary of safety -- the mask, distancing, and shutdowns -- that have all been repeatedly revealed as ineffective shams in stopping a mostly non-lethal, endemic disease. We Will All Appear To Be In This Together Whether You Agree Or Not.

Fear and paranoia have quickly turned 2020 into a lost year for funerals, weddings, graduations, concerts, and games. Whether it was the opportunity to hold your dying child's or grandpa's hand as they left this incarnation or to harmonize in a church singalong to raise money for the less fortunate, those who were paranoid about a disease with a less than 3% fatality rate cancelled it. The coddled, fearful, obedient believers helicopter-parented us all without our consent.

The mask is a muzzle to those who would speak evil or like me, attempt to go deeper into their astral plane meaning rather than examining them from the materialist, scientific standpoint where they have already failed. The mask is an astral plane symbol with a material plane set of rules to accompany it.  The mask identifies its wearer as a unit of the hive mind, like a badge, armband, or special tattoo. Those who do not comply will be shamed, cancelled, forced to die outside castle walls. I am reminded of threats from Christians, "You had better repent your sins to God or you will burn in eternal Hell." Narcissistic, abusive God loves you though!

Isolation


The mask and distancing that goes with it erects an astral plane barrier to prevent potential dissenters from communicating with other people. The mask isn't meant to prevent the spread of a virus so much as it is meant to prevent the spread of ideas. Masks are often compared to condoms: only icky, low class, date-rapist skeezeballs refuse to wear them.  As usual, wearing one signifies belonging to the middle and upper classes or at least aspiring to belong.  In the case of sex, as someone who grew up terrified of accidentally becoming pregnant, I know that abstinence is the only way of doing this between menarche and menopause. For mask-wearers, the ideal of abstinence has its direct parallel in mandatory stay at home orders.  If abstinence in the form of complete social isolation for everyone was the goal, they have done a remarkable job of achieving it in the last few months of cancelled gatherings.

The staunchest cheerleaders of mask-wearing and social distancing are natural introverts who fear other people, especially the working poor.  For them, social distancing was a welcome respite from being obliged to interact with low class strangers on a daily basis.  The mask keeps the dreaded Other far, far away from the fearful and their misanthropy.  The mask's double bonus is its function as a talismanic Binky.  The feeling of safety that the illusion of a masked face provides is more potent than its value as a face covering.  The mask is the molded plastic velociraptor that guards the terrified toddler from the Boogeyman he is certain lives in the bedroom closet.  The mask is the mark of lamb's blood on the doorframe to drive away the angel of death.  The mask is the hottest trend in superstition.

Speaking of death, you'll notice that one my detractors in the opening comments heartily wished it upon me and everyone who thinks like I do, which is a practice I do not reciprocate because nowadays I have an appreciation of the kind of karmic retribution it brings. The paranoia around COVID arises from the imbalanced fear of death that remains unexamined in our culture.  COVID primarily slays the elderly no matter what the mainstream corporate media tries to invent.  Instead of taking a cruel to be kind route and helping any elder drowning in their own fluids to an easy death of opium sleep bliss, our society chooses to isolate them in ICU wards while frantically inflating their lungs so they can succumb to the Reaper while exclusively surrounded by "essential" workers, which is to say they will die alone.  Meanwhile, nurses and doctors hold corpses aloft while dancing in choreographed Tik Tok routines through mostly empty hospital wards. One might almost dare to think they have plenty of time on their hands.

The end goal of mask enforcers is a permanent government funded welfare state of mandatory shelter in place.  In this Marxist welfare utopia, nobody has to work because Progress will deliver the technology in order to feed, shelter, and clothe everyone.  The salary class had it the easiest during the shelter in place orders in March and April, and their naive assumption is that such a state of affairs can go on forever just as long as it is applied with a one size fits all brushstroke.  This is evidenced in the "order curbside or delivery" comment.  This is Marie Antoinette asking why the peasants don't just eat cake.  It presumes the restaurant is kept open because of endless government cash, that the home will not be lost to foreclosure or eviction, and that the person living inside has the money to order expensive take out and grocery delivery.  Marie Antoinette does not understand that real people live outside Versailles and they must work in order to eat.  For the antisocial corporate drone marooned at home with her computers and smart devices, it seems like nobody should be permitted to gather in public ever again because she personally does fine in social isolation.  In her mind, nobody needs to go to church or see a movie in a theater because they can have online worship services and Amazon Prime Video.  The top-riding Marie Antoinettes of the Coronapocalypse want to create the world of Wall-E with slightly less junk, though it will be the same amount of junk soon with all of the take out containers and Amazon trinket packaging piling up.  

Virtue

It is interesting to watch people pretend to hate a situation they brought about out of political necessity.  The panic over the current administration lasting four more years is thick.  Though I have never revealed my 2016 vote, one commenter above paints me as a Trump supporter with gleeful spite.  The people who accuse me of being a Trump lover (I don't honestly give Trump much thought) doth protest too much.  I think they secretly love Trump.  Their hatred of them belies Freudian sexual turbulence.  They sincerely believe they hate him but I think they're more hot and bothered by Trump than simply bothered.  

The Left has a pathological need to feel victimized and oppressed.  Trump does the job nicely, doesn't he?  The revival of The Handmaid's Tale uncovered leftist longing for a Big Daddy Christian takeover that would make liberal women feel as oppressed as authentic victims of religious male oppression, such as Muslim women in Somalia.  Leftist women had the gall to uniform themselves in red Handmaid's Tale outfits to protest Trump's locker room banter about grabbing women by their crotches.  Meanwhile, the tragedies wrote themselves as trafficking gangs targeted white girls in Britain and Islamists hung gay men on public city walls while Joe Biden had yet to be implicated by Tara Reade.  Since they are not personally oppressed, the tormented black, white, and multiracial souls who wear masks must invent their tormentors, whether it's a disease or a president.

Progress, the true religion of the affluent, brought a longed for Apocalypse.  Like Progress itself, the Apocalypse in the form of COVID did not live up to expectations and had to undergo much fluffing and stuffing to appear like it was arriving on schedule.  Materialist Science's Coronapocalypse, although disappointing, was good enough for mask-wearers who needed to believe in the Narrative.  Those like me who don't go along with the Narrative are shunned as Deplorables.  Only a Deplorable would reject the Marxist welfare state utopia.  Only a Deplorable wouldn't be concerned about what the neighbors think.

Charging Away On Revolving Credit

The reason masks are pushed as the New Normal is a rational fear of accumulated blowback. Just as a twenty-something chases more degrees via grad school in order to delay the first of many inevitable invoices for student loan debt from arriving, the mask-wearer seeks to delay the tipping point when the masses discard the New Normal. Such a reckoning must be avoided at all costs, lest those who were disenfranchised start thinking about whom they should hold accountable for lost time, lost income, and forever lost connections with loved ones.  

Though they have their virtues, Millennials are a soft, easily led, placid group with deep reservoirs of entitled rage.  Without realizing it, they have pushed the cost of their hysterical rage primarily upon Generation Z, which is at this time too young to marinate in the hatred of their parents' generation.  Boomers are already hated by Millennials, but this will pale in comparison to the hatred Generation Z will feel towards Millennials when Generation Z comes into its own.  The mask, like pastel rainbow wall art and Netflix binges, is at risk of becoming a Millennial moniker: a symbol for the scaredy-cats who ruined lives because they couldn't admit that their political side was losing for solid reasons.  I'm not sure how this will look to the youth who bore the brunt of Coronapocalypse in twenty or thirty years, but I cannot imagine it will be flattering.

 

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