Sheep and Shrew
Just a little primer on some terminology. Throughout my writing I will use “sheep” to denote all of the people who follow the mainstream narrative, and “shrew” for all of us who do not. This is not intended to be a divisive technique, although it would seem to be at first glance. In fact, I very seldom will use these terms unless writing something with a bit of humour present, which, in these times, is often necessary. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone using these terms, it is just so much easier than writing an entire sentence of explanation each time I wish to refer to a certain group ideology.
“Sheep and shrew” seem to have a rather marked delineation, although I know there are some nuances: you may have a sheep that has been vaccinated, masked most of the time, but doesn’t really agree with many of the draconian rules that have come down from the powers that ought not to be. Then you have shrews who do not consider themselves subversives or dissident, they just don’t like pumping unknown chemicals into their bodies for no reason. So there are all kinds for sure. But oddly enough, it seems that most important things shrews believe, all shrews believe, and the most foundational things sheep believe, they all believe. It is strange that way.
Although I am beginning to really dislike many sheep because I do blame their lack of critical thinking for the big mess we are in, I do not hate the individual person who is a sheep. In fact, some of the people I love the most are sheep. Shrews can be jerks as well, so I don’t think of them all as saints, although it does seem like they are nicer people, particularly the ones who are in the news and trying hard to win this war against humanity (Robert F. Kennedy comes to mind). The sheep, for the most part, seem a bit meaner, uglier, and without much foundation to their argument—at least to me. Fear can do that to you. Although many sheep are not really afraid of anything, they are just compliant, trusting, and don’t think too much beyond what is right in front them, like a current copy of the New York Times.
Why sheep and shrew? Well, we all know why we use the word “sheep”…right? But shrew? Where did that come from? My sister Charla and I have a weekly talkathon where we discuss all that is going on in the world of sheep and shrews. Although it sounds demeaning, it was very easy to use the simple word “sheep” to describe those groups of people who are following the mainstream narrative. When we got tired of saying “those of us on the other side of the fence” every time we wanted to refer to those of us who do not follow the mainstream narrative, an equally easy to say word (and an animal whose name also starts with an “s”) came to mind—shrew. So it stuck.
After a while we began to clearly see that it was quite an appropriate choice. Shrews are tiny animals, but are known for their viciousness. Although we are relatively small in number, we can nip the nose of an angry dog, and give a few sheep a run for their money as well.
So that is the story of sheep and shrew. Happy reading!
I don't mind shrews, but those voles destroy my garlic beds and I now have a vole hunting black and white kitten named Pistachio! She's going to remain INTACT and fertile and make me more vole (and mice and rat) hunters! It's been so darn long since I have had a decent rodent killer. I have hunting cats, but one's old with no teeth now and the other only likes rabbits and birds.
Did you know that cats (when given ample prey) will specialize?
My fat cat prefers frogs, lizards, and snakes.
I love felines. A barn and garden full of rodents, not so much.
But, if anyone can wear the label of shrew, tis I.
Glad I read this article! I just subscribed today. I could understand "sheep" from other articles, because the term is already "standard". But I had to learn the meaning of shrew. I declare that I am a shrew.