Dear friends and family,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry you’ve fallen for the fear narrative, yet again.
You seem to think it would be better to live under perpetual medical tyranny than ever get sick again.
I can’t pretend that’s true.
We’ve all gotten respiratory illnesses our whole lives. We become sick, we tend to ourselves, we stay in bed, we let our immune system work, we recover. In an extreme case we go to doctor or hospital.
We do not inflict harm and stricture upon the rest of society on the off chance that someone might become sick. We do not assume that healthy people are walking bags of contagion. We do not use fraudulent testing methods and gamed numbers and terrifying imagery to make the situation seem worse than it is. We do not terrify our children, and rob them of their education, and inflict them with guilt. We do not condemn the rest of society to poverty, and death by every other disease, just to fight the one disease the media won’t let us stop talking about. We do not suppress and censor every available treatment and remedy in order to push a pharmaceutical-only solution.
If these rules are true, they should always have been true, our whole lives.
On the off chance that a healthy person might make someone sick, we never should have attended a concert in our lives, or a sports event, or a dinner with friends, or a party, or a wedding, or a funeral, or shared a smile with a stranger in a grocery store.
We never should have gone to work in an office, or spent a day in school, or gone to the beach, or a park, or a restaurant.
We should never have strived to be in good health, or exercised, or focused on healthy eating, or stress reduction, or getting good sleep, or taken vitamins and minerals which strengthened our immunity.
We should never have survived a disease, ever, that we did not have a ready pharmaceutical solution for.
We never should have questioned an authority or a bureaucrat or a pharmaceutical company ever, nor asked them to justify their edicts with science rather than authoritarian pronouncements.
We should never have accepted any risk whatsoever, not meeting a stranger, not driving in a car, not walking down a flight of stairs, not even leaving our residences.
We should have had protective gear and breathing apparatus placed on us from infanthood and never removed. We should have been considered “potentially diseased” from birth and confined to a Matrix-pod and fed by a tube for our whole lives, so that we could pose no possible risk to ourselves or anyone else.
But these rules are not true. Not one word of them.
And yet, this is what we are expected to believe now.
What you have been convinced to believe.
I can’t pretend something is true when it isn’t.
We are humans. We’re meant to move, and interact, and play, and make contact, and be together.
We’re meant to see our loved ones, in person, and to talk to strangers, and not through a plastic screen or a device.
We’re meant to touch one another and interact, because such activity teaches our immune system and strengthens it.
We’re meant to gather in large crowds and cheer our favorite artists or teams, or stand together in opposition to oppression.
We’re meant to assess our own risk, and decide for ourselves whether we want to interact with the world, and the manner in which we do so.
We’re each of us given about four thousand weeks on the planet, and that’s if we’re lucky and take care of ourselves. It’s not much. We’re meant to use that time to focus on what is important in our lives, on the things we want to create and be and do, and on our loved ones, not on perpetual hatred and vilification and silencing and scapegoating, and not on fear and running to a false sense of “safety”.
We’re meant to be free, to question, and to fight when others try to exercise power over us, or treat us like cattle in a pen, or try to silence us.
Above all, we’re meant to observe the world plainly with open eyes, and stand for our convictions, and not pretend something is true when it isn’t.
If you’re thinking this is just temporary until we get back to “normal”, it isn’t.
The powerful have too much invested now for this ever to end.
Endless mandates, endless masks, endless shots, endless lockdowns, endless closed borders, endless isolation, endless lies.
For the rest of your time on the planet.
It will not end on its own.
It ends when we say it ends.
I’m sorry this fear narrative has been foisted upon you. I’m sorrier still that it seems to have worked.
But I can’t join you.
I can’t pretend.
Turn off the TV. Question. Think for yourself.
I’ll be waiting, out here, in life, with all its joys and risks, when you want to join me.