Happy Socialists Day 2k21

“2021 told 2020, ‘hey, hold my beer’ ” (quoted from Buddy B)

While we aren’t as fooked as Oz, with lockdowns in perpetuity and military policing in the streets (and why Oz has not erupted in a war yet defies logic) we are still showing many signs of cognitive dissonance still running  rampant.  Mentioned the Fakebook Post in my last article, and in some ways, what disturbed me last night, alternately  gives me a warm glow today.  That they have to actively delete comments to maintain control of their narrative says there are more people fighting, the only way they can in this instance: with words.  Sure, you have those that are so far down the mental tubes into zombieland that they will never recover, but those are the ones that will personally experiance that third dose escalation.  May sound ‘mean’ but as far as this has gone, seems more like self inflicted wounds to me.  Or as granma used to tell me “you made your own bed,,,”.  Buy into the bullshit, you get to eat the shit sammich. 

Sadly, the rest of us that have been trying to wake ppl up have to eat some of it too.  Delayed JIT delivery systems.  Resource gaps.  And to put the spread on this cake, in honor of Red Sickle flag Day: continued decline in ACTUAL workers.  Seen to many places modifying working hours to adapt to not being able to fill positions.  Not because there aren’t workers, but because to many found they make nearly as much (or more) living on the Dole.  Now, there are more than a few that have accepted the dole, and are working a side gig as well and ‘making bank’ without the headaches of having a boss, and to them, I applaud.  Use someone elses money to provide capitol for your little business,,,  may seem unethical to some,  but I see a true survivor in operation there.  (Survival is never ‘ethical’ and anyone that harps certain keywords like ‘fairness’ or ‘equality’ in a survival situation that I’m involved in,  becomes garden supplements, pig feed, or fishing chum that evening.)

My mood was dark last night after bumping into that post, I admit.  But I am learning to see the silver linings of the storm clouds.  There is growing resistance to the VaxxHarpies.  People aren’t buying it near as much and more are flying the birds of freedom when confronted.  Even at the hospital with Da, I saw more than a few that wore the face diaper of shame in as half assed a fashion as they could get away with.  I haven’t seen the ultimate F U mask (the one that is made from see-through lingerie gauze) in use, YET.  

   I do worry about the kids though.  Kids are resilient at recovery, but how deep does the damage go, and for how many years will the kids of these days subconciously react in the negative to an uncovered face?  

Thats our new normal to consider.  Think PTSD for decades because some asshats tried Herd Mentality PsyOps to gain ultimate control.  Not including the long term effects of using an entire species as an uncontrolled medical experiment.  (I will  remain in the control group, even if I have to die fighting off that needle) We have no idea what that entails, but we ARE getting some clues, and they ain’t pretty.  How many of the kids getting vaxxed in pre and early puberty now have no future of having kids themselves?   No one knows.  What kind of genetic damage/manipulation is being passed along by those that can still reproduce?  No one knows.  Are we creating an entire branch of IDS people that will require a life time of jabs, from day one, to merely exist?  Boy howdy how Big Pharma would love that scenario!!!  But no one KNOWS. 

And sadly, there are still millions that won’t ask questions. Just Lemming their way through life, trusting the herd, never seeing the cliffs over the ocean.

Silver linings,,, I admit, with all the storm clouds, they are hard to find, especially since I’m a natural pessimist. But look close, they are there. I find them much easier by pullling my vision back from the big picture and looking closer to home. And with my Da’s situation, I need as many silver linings as I can find.

Tomorrow, I transition from 52 to 53. Just another day anymore, just one day closer to death. And some years (the last 18 months especially) I sometimes wish for it so I can “go home” (no worries, Suicide is anethema to me. But, I will not fight it when the time comes.) Tomorrow is going to be enjoyable though; my macbook returns to me, and I get to go back to serious writing. Writing has become my escape lately, where it used to be reading. I guess thats a natural evolution in Introverts,,,, I’m still reading, but lately its been to pick up a book and dissect how the writer handled a scene or rounded out a conversation. Not plagerism, just seeing how the artist handled the brush and pigments so I can emulate something similar in my work. Ive also found that my educational endeavors have illuminated things in some reads. Heinlein especially. Re-read Methuselah’s Children (because I wanted to see how he handled the scene between Lazarus and Mary when she was at her peak of depression while on ship.) Seeing how RAH handled Libby’s quandry of limited math/words to explain reality was illuminating to me this round. We evolve, and suddenly, something that was inconsequential or trivial seeming before, jumps out and chews on your leg.

Never stop learning, never stop asking ‘why’. Do learn how to say “NO” more often. We need that skill more than ever in these times.

Y’all take care today, enjoy the burgers’n’beers or whatever y’all are doin. I’ll be back up later with some extra crap about the world at large, I’m certain.