When I was a teen, the international socialist government that took over from the national socialists (maybe you guys should have kept me out. Maybe I attract socialism, like some kind of unfortunate magnet) thought that a) it was too expensive to expand the facilities that burned trash and converted it to fertilizer (look, small countries, no place for dumps) and b) they really didn’t want to subject other areas to that kind of air pollution, so all the trash from the city of Porto would be burned, plain air on the hill overlooking the village.
The village, it turns out, is one of the oldest settled areas in Europe, and the entire region is named from a word that comes from the indo European word for “a humid and fertile valley.”
We would probably have had fog anyway. The fogs we had, though, compounded with the smoke of the burning trash, were the kind not seen anywhere outside China these days, and not seen in Europe anywhere else since the industrial revolution brought pea-soupers to London.
Besides the fact that I could barely breathe — ah. Covid Shmovid. It’s the socialist pollution I inhaled as a kid that already killed me. — and my eyes stung (honestly, if I hadn’t left every day to spend the day in the city, at school, I probably would have died) walking in it to catch the train was a very strange experience. You could sort of guess at what was all around you… but not see. even if you saw a shape approaching and you were more or less sure it was a person, sometimes you’d find it was a dog and the movement of fog and smoke just made the whole thing seem taller and more…. bipedal.
The fog distorted sounds too, and of course, you couldn’t smell anything.
I’m still ambivalent about those mornings, partly because it was easy to imagine stepping into another world all together.
But I did hate the smell, and the health effects.
Which brings us to….
2020 is a lot like those mornings.
Sure, from before the full lockdown, I started to see the “shape” of the nonsense. Mind you, I still thought it was way more lethal than it was. (Or at least more generally lethal. Turns out 89% of the people who died had a DNR order. if you don’t know what that means, it means that they were on borrowed time. It needs a doctor’s approval that prolonging life will prolong suffering.) But I knew the lockdown would cause more issues than the disease. I was right too.
Oh, yeah, and people who kill themselves, or die for lack of treatment for other illnesses, have their deaths attributed to COVID, because, well, they were. Which is not precisely true. They died of lockdown. As will a lot of us who are reading (and maybe even writing this) as the second and third order effects propagate.
But even I was shocked on how these “Covid” numbers are being compiled. And I don’t mean just “died of motorcycle accident, but was positive, so–” I mean, the “normal” numbers.
If we had a media that actually was interested in the truth, and in discovering and reporting facts, this would of course be known, and people wouldn’t be in unreasoning terror of something that honestly only kills the very ill (even if some might not have known they were ill before. But any respiratory virus would have sufficed.) And we wouldn’t be destroying the world economy, starving the third world, enabling China’s thuggery and outright genocide, and everything else this is doing.
Of course, under “everything else” is whatever you want to call this so called “election.”
I’m sick and tired of — having watched the potemkin campaign and predicted this clusterf*ck for months before the election — being p*ssed on told it’s raining. I’ve had enough of it. Note I grew up under two forms of socialism.
Our media should immediately make a pilgrimage to the grave of each and every Soviet journalist and beg forgiveness on their knees. And since they love kneeling and washing people’s feet, we recommend they do so to every Chinese journalist, as well.
Why? Because those people lied on penalty of death if they told the truth. And even then most of them did (and do) slip covert information in to reveal what was a lie, or what they thought the truth was.
Meanwhile our meritricious presstitutes perjure themselves and swear the moon is made of green cheese on the command of the left simply because they get given a pat on the head by the “cool” people. They ignored Biden’s laptop, knowing they were helping a Chinese servant into the highest position in the land. And now they knowingly lie about the existence of fraud in the election.
It’s not just that they lie and gaslight us — to be fair they’ve been doing that for decades — but they deprive us of true knowledge of our environment and of events.
Without knowledge, a society cannot survive. These idiots might think they’re “fooling the rubes” but — judging by the company they keep and those they protect — they are, themselves “the rubes” and if we sink they sink.
I wish they had enough brain to realize that wealth is not the default, nor is civilization, and that of all the lies they’ve been told, the idea they can lie to others without destroying themselves is the biggest.
My life has sank into a morass without markers. It was a dorky life, but I liked it. Now, being asthmatic, everything outside the house, and wearing the useless diaper of submission on my face, has become torture. So, largely, I don’t go out, and life has become an endless fog with no external referents. With three of us working/studying from home (and being fairly obsessive) day flows into night and night into day. For instance, I’m writing this at well past midnight on Tuesday, and everyone else is in their offices.
I think imprisoning the entire country for voting the way the left hates is a bad idea.
Leaving aside the coming famine and worse destruction (particularly if the election theft is allowed to stand) how many people are, right now, dying of stress, of depression, of simply having nothing to live for?
Those deaths are an inevitable result of the death of truth and the betrayal of objective reality.