I am sure you’ve heard about the death count recently. Or maybe you haven’t, because now it’s all about “cases”.
I’m not even going to bother trying to put that in perspective for anyone. Hundreds, if not thousands, of other people smarter and more credentialed than myself seem to be failing to get through to people, all the while being censored and smeared by the gatekeepers in The Media and Big Tech (who care about us and our well-being deeply, don’t you know?).
So this isn’t going to be about the facts as I know them, or even a desperate appeal to logic, reason, perspective and common sense. In fact, reading over what I’ve written so far, this is more of an obituary than anything else. I’m not going to cite many sources and probably won’t even link to anything. If you want to know, you already know, and if you don’t, if you are committed to your belief in The Science and not science, nothing I say or present to you is gong to lead you to apostasy. That ship has sailed, the world has gone mad, and I’m sure as hell not going to be the one to steer it back. What will be will be. And some of you are probably already getting angry with me, if you got here via email you’re already reaching for that unsubscribe link. So be it.
But I do want to talk about what I’m thinking and feeling, and what my current reality is:
Most of the people I know are only thinking about one kind of death. The actual deaths from (but mostly with) The Virus. And I suppose I can’t blame them. They are being bombarded with it constantly through their social media and the evening news. Just a great big scary number always presented without the context or comparisons that would surely put it into perspective and place their minds at ease. But I jest, placing minds at ease is not on the agenda these days.
And I’m not even going to talk about the other deaths, like those from the skyrocketing suicide rate, or un-diagnosed and treated cancer.
No, I am talking about all the other kinds of deaths. Some of them seem so inconsequential and you may not even realize their importance: the death of sharing a smile with your cashier at the grocery store or your barista. The death of making small talk with strangers at the pub or brewery. The death of visiting a cafe being a respite rather than an ordeal (seriously, learn to make coffee at home, it’s better and the one good reason to going to a cafe; the experience, it sucks now).
I could fill many paragraphs with examples, but it all really boils down to this: everything that used to be enjoyable is now not. Leisure activities that are still allowed (but for how long, the trajectory is not good at the time of this writing) are now regimented and come with so many rules and caveats that they are barely worth it. Activities that lean more towards chores such as visiting the grocery store have had all the pleasurable aspects stripped away and all that’s left behind is an ordeal where must venture into the masked-zombie apocalypse, where social trust is dead and you wonder constantly who among you is participating in this preposterous pantomime because they are a True Believer and who is just doing it so no one yells at them. Well, you’ll never find out because at this point we’ve all been well trained not to talk to strangers, or even look at them if you can help it.
And if you recall, and you probably don’t, this was only going to be for two weeks to “flatten the curve”, but now our “health” authorities are saying that really we’ll have to live this way for years (go look it up) even after the magic vaccine comes along. And of course that’s patently ridiculous and in no way rational or necessary given the actual facts about The Virus, but I no longer have any doubt that it will happen.
They broke people, starting with their memories.