Critically Compromised

Basking in the winter sun. So sublime. If I didn’t look at my trusted news services I wouldn’t know a damn thing. No flak in the sky from antiaircraft guns, no sounds of missiles whistling by, only an occasional chemtrail floats high in the sky, and we all know that is nothing to be concerned about. Ah, the 21^st Century sounds of war—a “war” with no discernable signs, at least none detectable by the senses. Nanoparticles, viruses (or whatever the hell they are calling those tiny critters these days), spy balloons high in the sky (oh wait, we were SUPPOSED to see THAT) a war in Oceanania, no wait, Eurasia, or was it Eastasia? Whatever, I can’t hear it from here so who cares. Maybe those really tiny, or far away, things I mentioned are real. But if I don’t see ‘em, or feel ‘em, or hear ‘em, or taste ‘em, then, well, I am not to be bothered. Ahhh. Bliss. Maybe I’ll go on a cruise.

Speaking of cruises. My wife and I booked a little one for the end of March. They are the only get-aways we bother with these days. And guess what? Just two days ago they “changed their Covid policy” and announced that anyone over 18 “must be vaccinated”—TWO regular shots, plus at least ONE booster. Imagine that. They have a no refund policy, and we had already paid in full. My wife wasn’t happy, and to her credit, she didn’t jump on me to get the jab (thank you.) But she wanted that money back…at the very least…so did I. They responded with offering an exemption, “your husband can come onboard unvaccinated.” Thanks, oh Great One. I am tempted to wear my CJ Hopkins “inverted V” t-shirt, which stands for, big and bold, “I AM NOT VACCINATED”—and scare all the blue haired cruisers away from the pool.

This cruise line, some time last year, sent out a survey asking questions like: “Would you be more likely or less likely (circle one) to book a cruise if we mandated vaccination.” Gee, might as well ask, “would you be more likely or less likely to book a cruise if we allowed black people on board with you?” Anyway, I guess we are still going, me with my t-shirt.

See, for me, or any of us unvaxxed, we can occasionally smell the war. But for the sheep, the sun is now always shining. At least until the big ax falls, and the other shoe drops. But by then they won’t know what hit them, and there will be so many impressive things to blame, they will have a difficult time choosing: climate change, long Covid, Putin, spy balloons, toxic chemical plumes…whatever. This agenda has a long life, and no matter how many chunks of skin our shrew bites take out of it, it will still be trudging along.

I seem to be perpetually walking on eggshells these days. As the marked apostate, there really is no certainty I will not get hit with some odd persecution designed just to make a point or further some other nefarious purpose. All of us with intact DNA suffer this uncertainty, and I think this particular fear is here to stay—at least until Moses comes down from the mountain declaring the true authority. I, for one, do not want to live this way, not for another minute. It is just all too easy to make these totally unscientific proclamations and then hear the mind-numbing phrase, “They must know what they are doing.”

I also am sick and tired of seeing idiots with masks everywhere I turn, and hearing the equally mind-numbing phrase, “It’s a free country, people can wear masks if they want to.” I do not wish for the pendulum to swing so hard the other way that it becomes illegal to wear a mask (fat chance), but I do wish for people to grow a few more brain cells and understand that the reason they think they want to wear a mask has no scientific, or logical, foundation. I want people to use common sense in realizing wearing a mask for no reason is not an expression of personal freedom, but is in fact a demoralizing act that has repercussions as far as can be imagined. The only way for this desire to even have a chance of becoming reality is for this worldwide insanity to stop, and for this massive global evil-structure to come tumbling down. Just like Jericho.

I have heard a bunch of “looks like good news” stories over the past couple of weeks though. David Martin has something interesting going on (this may be old news by the time you read this), several mandate efforts have been shot down, Sweden and Thailand are doing some cool stuff, Idaho is trying to pass a law making it illegal to jab people with any mRNA concoction. Yippee.

No, seriously, I shouldn’t be flippant. This is all good news. But at the same time, Canada’s Public Enemy Number One, True-Lies-Tru-Dough, got off the hook with not even a slap on the wrist for invoking the Emergency Act to rid his front lawn of peaceful protestors and annoying Bouncy Castles. New Zealand is chasing down their unvaxxed Hounds of Hell to jab them (this may be old news). The CDC and ACIP recently voted to add the unlicensed Covid shot to the insanely overburdened childhood catalog of injections, and God knows what other atrocities are playing out right under our noses.

But let’s stick with the good news, shall we. Let’s say we are making inroads, and this behemoth will eventually come down. Assuming it does happen, it will likely not happen in really clear, discernible, steps. It is difficult to tell if this juggernaut has been compromised at all with all the shrew activity over the past years…it could, however, be critically damaged, and if so, it could completely collapse with very little direct effort. But then again, it may not have been compromised at all.

As per my above cruise story, I think we still have a way to go. It may be on its way, but I believe it requires a fully compromising structure failure. Most large systems require this, and although this compromising hit seems like a formidable task, keep in mind the destruction of the Death Star just needed one crucial hit—“like bullseyeing womp rats with a T-16 back home.” We only need a Luke Skywalker to do it…or maybe just a few well-placed shrews.