A few years ago, an eccentric friend took me to forage wild mushrooms. We found two circular fourteen-inch-diameter mycelia under oak trees. We picked them and ate one. Not gonna lie: I was a little dubious about doing so. But we survived, divided the uneaten remainder and each brought some home. We sold the other, whole mushroom to the chef at a local, high-end restaurant,
Yes indeed. Part of me misses those days as I got a second chance to feel like a rebellious teenager, walking through store aisles maskless, hoping someone would say something. They never did though. The only time I got pushback was when I got kicked out of a favorite brewery by a "manager" guy/hero who could not bear my maskless presence ordering beer, risking the lives of all around like some sort of anthrax hand grenade. Not on his watch! None of the other staff ever said anything until this guy showed up one day, saw me, and got all hot and bothered. It was worth it though, for the memory. And I made him earn it, pretending I couldn't hear him until he lowered his mask. LOL. Fun times. I guess there's always a silver lining.
The worst thing about the “Jamdemic” isn’t that it mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.
Nor that most fell for being scared to death of it.
Not even the several blatant examples of lunatic behaviors that I can never unsee.
The human cruelty that poured forth unchecked.
The loss of friendships/relationships.
The unnecessary and mostly ignored deaths and maimings.
The capture of trusted experts.
Our handcuffs that our authorities never had to wear.
Force feeding of unsafe and ineffective snake oils.
Destruction of individual sovereignty.
Nay.
The worst thing is happening right now in the aftermath. It’s called…
Apathy.
Nobody, not my friends, neighbors, family or coworkers wish to acknowledge the Jam’s underlying innocuousness and the folly of being afraid of it.
Some still test for Covid at the first sniffle.
One loves cockily repeating that IVM is “horse paste.”
My elderly inlaws are taking their requisite boosters. Still alive.
Those that know better are seeing the perpetrators living their best lives while most of society refuses to acknowledge the unnecessary suffering they caused.
The idea that the truth will come out is bleak. That the purveyors will be punished? Bleaker.
They seem to have won, no?
Undoubtably they’re taking notes. Sifting through the data. So the next generation most certainly will throw the unopened can of jam in the trash. Safe, where it belongs.
I resent that I have these memories. I didn’t want them nor did I ask for them. But, it is what it is. So I will eat my delicious jam, alone, sad, that virtually all of my brethren still refuse to join me.
I begged the soccer club I worked for to stay open. I told them their fears were unfounded, kids wanted to keep playing and would be fine, and other clubs would follow our lead and stay open. Nope, they fired me for refusing to mask or force them on my players…while OUTSIDE in the open air!! I begged my mother and brother to not cancel all holidays but mom said, “I can’t be around you because you don’t follow the science!” My brother with the masters in public health, who didn’t know what size micron his face diaper filtered, nor the size of covid, said he wasn’t sacrificing his kids’ freedoms (3 and 5 at the time), he was teaching them to care about others. He said, and I kid you not, the lockdown was the greatest thing that had happened and I was the crazy one because how could they ALL be wrong and me right? Most people are so asleep and so strangely trusting of authorities and so conditioned to go along with the herd, they would have crawled around naked in grocery stores if their TV’s told them covid didn’t get below 3 feet and only attached to clothing. Most are connecting NONE of the dots you and I see plainly.
Love the analogy- perfect! Such great writing...maybe that's the difference between myself and those who "believed" and cowered. I HAVE (and DO) swim in the ocean, have jumped off of cliffs into the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon (raft trip-where I knew NO ONE-what a blast), have run to the top of mountain peaks, started mountain biking at 50 (I am now 70) and am getting ready now at 5 a.m. to do a four mile solo walk in the dark (love watching the sunrise.) So when I was told everything was too scary to leave my house (WUT??) I did the opposite- fought for our pool and gym to be open (Golf was still going strong as it's a huge money maker in my neck of the woods-imagine that!), never stayed inside (cycling was great as there was NO to little traffic) and traveled with my daughter to see my mom (empty airports and planes were nice except for food choice!) much to my sister's chagrin - but I never killed g'ma! (she did however, in my opinion die early from the damn shots/boosters). Life is full of risks, or it's not worth living. I still shake my head when people just HAVE to bring up the pandemic and how they hunkered down for TWO WEEKS in their houses ( and apparently did nothing but EAT as those that did gained so much weight I didn't recognize them a couple of months later and still blame COVID for the 20 lbs they are carrying around four years later...still boggles my mind.
I found an old quote online early in 2020 at the onset of the oppression, and the truth of it struck me like lightning. It allowed me to calmly (I’m anything but calm about this psyop!) present to anyone who would read it what I thought should be our most sensible and healthy response to something that smelled enough like smoke to have come from the devil. “A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.” —William Shedd
There are so many days when I’m out in public that I have to suppress the urge to tell folks to just “fuck off”. The over-the-top response to COVID, the utter ridiculousness of people, their bizarre health rituals finally gave me permission to stop filtering. Anyone who dared to comment on, berate, dictate, assault, or insert themselves into my life received a very firm, “FUCK OFF” as I happily wandered maskless down the aisle in obvious defiance to the directional arrows and spots on which to position myself. I still see people wearing masks! How sad to be so afraid. So easily led. So pathetically weak.
This essay brought back so many bad memories of the Scamdemic times. All of us who had discernment or common sense and acted accordingly, were abused by family and strangers. It’s interesting and dismaying to me than I’m already forgetting the specific incidents of abuse. I’m left with a general, deep sense of mistrust and wariness as I go about daily life. I’m changed and not for the better.
During the height of the hysteria, I was out walking and a runner was coming the other direction (wearing a mask). He ran into the street to ensure he didn't pass within 6 feet of me and then stopped to yell at me from a distance for not walking down the far right side of the sidewalk. He was probably half my age. He really believed he could catch something by running past me outdoors while wearing a mask if he momentarily passed within 6 feet of me. Did covid buzz around me like flies or was it more like a 6 ft electron cloud?
Sadly those who accepted the hysteria are more than willing to do it all over again....in a heartbeat. Even to this very moment they think they acted perfectly normal. This is just the beginning of what they're willing to do--for the 'common good'. The WEF/WHO is waiting in the wings and smiling.
The Branch Covidians won’t admit they were wrong because they can’t cope with reality now any more than they ever have. At one point early in their lives they were confronted with a choice: think for myself or follow the herd? The plandemic didn’t make them afraid. It cashed in on their fear. They go through life never thinking for themselves, never *knowing* that their minds are fit for purpose, in a constant state of anxiety as they wait for the next social signal to be telegraphed by the herd. Because they know they’re *supposed* to think, they resent TF out of people who do. Covid suddenly made a virtue out of everything they knew to be their flaws: fear, most of all, but also irrationality and ignorance. “Don’t question the science. I *am* the science.” “Who are you to doubt the experts?” “Be more terrified.” “The virus will get you if you walk against the arrows.” No way are they ever going to apologize for that amazing high of being praised and rewarded for what they always believed to be their flaws. No way are they ever going to apologize for loving it when the independent-minded people they always resented were turned overnight into second-class citizens.
Humility is “the state or quality of being humble; freedom from pride and arrogance; lowliness of mind; a modest estimate of one's own worth; a sense of one's own unworthiness through imperfection and sinfulness; self-abasement; humbleness.” That’s a perfect description of the Covidians. Free from pride in their ability to think; wallowing in lowliness of mind; completely lacking confidence in their own worth--which is why they crave approval from others--and willing to do irrational, embarrassing, dehumanizing things like muzzling. Their problem isn’t that they lack humility. It’s that they lack self-respect.
Just thought of another story...after our pool opened (we had to sign up for 30 min -can't get much of a workout) and we would walk through the building and onto the deck with a mask, a fellow swimmer (retired engineer, highly successful and educated individual) said to us... "This is the new normal"...I went off and said "Nope, not for me! I will NEVER accept this as NORMAL". She doesn't engage with me anymore...hmmm
Pretty damned much. Those of us who called out this idiotic nonsense for what it was - idiotic nonsense at best, totalitarian micro control at worst - have not been rewarded with accolades from those we tried to warn. No! The loser sheeple who bought into this bullshit now have a form of Stockholm Syndrome - parents in New York City, for example, cannot bring themselves to believe that completely stupid and often ill-intentioned teachers unions and politicians damaged their children's lives while the sheeple did nothing but bleat accommodatingly.
Loved that movie. It wasn’t as bad around me. We lived in a country town. The parks were not closed. Only the toilets. Lol. I turned everything off in March and started outdoor painting at our local nature park. Picked up a painting friend. Then a hiking friend. The summer was beautiful with many gifts of nature given to me. I wasn’t scared at all. I wasn’t listening to it. It was the calm before the storm for me. The storm being my refusal to vax in 2021. Sometimes it’s a burden to know what’s really going on. Like I alone am standing with all this sinister stuff swirling around me and no way to make someone stop and listen to what I long to say. I know I’m not alone. Today personally it’s hard. I want to cry and pound pillows and scream. Yet the geese are nesting at the pond and the peeper frogs are awake and peeping. Blessings around me. You too.
Yes indeed. Part of me misses those days as I got a second chance to feel like a rebellious teenager, walking through store aisles maskless, hoping someone would say something. They never did though. The only time I got pushback was when I got kicked out of a favorite brewery by a "manager" guy/hero who could not bear my maskless presence ordering beer, risking the lives of all around like some sort of anthrax hand grenade. Not on his watch! None of the other staff ever said anything until this guy showed up one day, saw me, and got all hot and bothered. It was worth it though, for the memory. And I made him earn it, pretending I couldn't hear him until he lowered his mask. LOL. Fun times. I guess there's always a silver lining.
The worst thing about the “Jamdemic” isn’t that it mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.
Nor that most fell for being scared to death of it.
Not even the several blatant examples of lunatic behaviors that I can never unsee.
The human cruelty that poured forth unchecked.
The loss of friendships/relationships.
The unnecessary and mostly ignored deaths and maimings.
The capture of trusted experts.
Our handcuffs that our authorities never had to wear.
Force feeding of unsafe and ineffective snake oils.
Destruction of individual sovereignty.
Nay.
The worst thing is happening right now in the aftermath. It’s called…
Apathy.
Nobody, not my friends, neighbors, family or coworkers wish to acknowledge the Jam’s underlying innocuousness and the folly of being afraid of it.
Some still test for Covid at the first sniffle.
One loves cockily repeating that IVM is “horse paste.”
My elderly inlaws are taking their requisite boosters. Still alive.
Those that know better are seeing the perpetrators living their best lives while most of society refuses to acknowledge the unnecessary suffering they caused.
The idea that the truth will come out is bleak. That the purveyors will be punished? Bleaker.
They seem to have won, no?
Undoubtably they’re taking notes. Sifting through the data. So the next generation most certainly will throw the unopened can of jam in the trash. Safe, where it belongs.
I resent that I have these memories. I didn’t want them nor did I ask for them. But, it is what it is. So I will eat my delicious jam, alone, sad, that virtually all of my brethren still refuse to join me.
I begged the soccer club I worked for to stay open. I told them their fears were unfounded, kids wanted to keep playing and would be fine, and other clubs would follow our lead and stay open. Nope, they fired me for refusing to mask or force them on my players…while OUTSIDE in the open air!! I begged my mother and brother to not cancel all holidays but mom said, “I can’t be around you because you don’t follow the science!” My brother with the masters in public health, who didn’t know what size micron his face diaper filtered, nor the size of covid, said he wasn’t sacrificing his kids’ freedoms (3 and 5 at the time), he was teaching them to care about others. He said, and I kid you not, the lockdown was the greatest thing that had happened and I was the crazy one because how could they ALL be wrong and me right? Most people are so asleep and so strangely trusting of authorities and so conditioned to go along with the herd, they would have crawled around naked in grocery stores if their TV’s told them covid didn’t get below 3 feet and only attached to clothing. Most are connecting NONE of the dots you and I see plainly.
I never miss your essays. Good one.
Love the analogy- perfect! Such great writing...maybe that's the difference between myself and those who "believed" and cowered. I HAVE (and DO) swim in the ocean, have jumped off of cliffs into the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon (raft trip-where I knew NO ONE-what a blast), have run to the top of mountain peaks, started mountain biking at 50 (I am now 70) and am getting ready now at 5 a.m. to do a four mile solo walk in the dark (love watching the sunrise.) So when I was told everything was too scary to leave my house (WUT??) I did the opposite- fought for our pool and gym to be open (Golf was still going strong as it's a huge money maker in my neck of the woods-imagine that!), never stayed inside (cycling was great as there was NO to little traffic) and traveled with my daughter to see my mom (empty airports and planes were nice except for food choice!) much to my sister's chagrin - but I never killed g'ma! (she did however, in my opinion die early from the damn shots/boosters). Life is full of risks, or it's not worth living. I still shake my head when people just HAVE to bring up the pandemic and how they hunkered down for TWO WEEKS in their houses ( and apparently did nothing but EAT as those that did gained so much weight I didn't recognize them a couple of months later and still blame COVID for the 20 lbs they are carrying around four years later...still boggles my mind.
I found an old quote online early in 2020 at the onset of the oppression, and the truth of it struck me like lightning. It allowed me to calmly (I’m anything but calm about this psyop!) present to anyone who would read it what I thought should be our most sensible and healthy response to something that smelled enough like smoke to have come from the devil. “A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.” —William Shedd
There are so many days when I’m out in public that I have to suppress the urge to tell folks to just “fuck off”. The over-the-top response to COVID, the utter ridiculousness of people, their bizarre health rituals finally gave me permission to stop filtering. Anyone who dared to comment on, berate, dictate, assault, or insert themselves into my life received a very firm, “FUCK OFF” as I happily wandered maskless down the aisle in obvious defiance to the directional arrows and spots on which to position myself. I still see people wearing masks! How sad to be so afraid. So easily led. So pathetically weak.
This essay brought back so many bad memories of the Scamdemic times. All of us who had discernment or common sense and acted accordingly, were abused by family and strangers. It’s interesting and dismaying to me than I’m already forgetting the specific incidents of abuse. I’m left with a general, deep sense of mistrust and wariness as I go about daily life. I’m changed and not for the better.
During the height of the hysteria, I was out walking and a runner was coming the other direction (wearing a mask). He ran into the street to ensure he didn't pass within 6 feet of me and then stopped to yell at me from a distance for not walking down the far right side of the sidewalk. He was probably half my age. He really believed he could catch something by running past me outdoors while wearing a mask if he momentarily passed within 6 feet of me. Did covid buzz around me like flies or was it more like a 6 ft electron cloud?
Sadly those who accepted the hysteria are more than willing to do it all over again....in a heartbeat. Even to this very moment they think they acted perfectly normal. This is just the beginning of what they're willing to do--for the 'common good'. The WEF/WHO is waiting in the wings and smiling.
The Branch Covidians won’t admit they were wrong because they can’t cope with reality now any more than they ever have. At one point early in their lives they were confronted with a choice: think for myself or follow the herd? The plandemic didn’t make them afraid. It cashed in on their fear. They go through life never thinking for themselves, never *knowing* that their minds are fit for purpose, in a constant state of anxiety as they wait for the next social signal to be telegraphed by the herd. Because they know they’re *supposed* to think, they resent TF out of people who do. Covid suddenly made a virtue out of everything they knew to be their flaws: fear, most of all, but also irrationality and ignorance. “Don’t question the science. I *am* the science.” “Who are you to doubt the experts?” “Be more terrified.” “The virus will get you if you walk against the arrows.” No way are they ever going to apologize for that amazing high of being praised and rewarded for what they always believed to be their flaws. No way are they ever going to apologize for loving it when the independent-minded people they always resented were turned overnight into second-class citizens.
Humility is “the state or quality of being humble; freedom from pride and arrogance; lowliness of mind; a modest estimate of one's own worth; a sense of one's own unworthiness through imperfection and sinfulness; self-abasement; humbleness.” That’s a perfect description of the Covidians. Free from pride in their ability to think; wallowing in lowliness of mind; completely lacking confidence in their own worth--which is why they crave approval from others--and willing to do irrational, embarrassing, dehumanizing things like muzzling. Their problem isn’t that they lack humility. It’s that they lack self-respect.
It's reality of Good vs. Evil.
When one believes this it all makes more sense.
Just thought of another story...after our pool opened (we had to sign up for 30 min -can't get much of a workout) and we would walk through the building and onto the deck with a mask, a fellow swimmer (retired engineer, highly successful and educated individual) said to us... "This is the new normal"...I went off and said "Nope, not for me! I will NEVER accept this as NORMAL". She doesn't engage with me anymore...hmmm
Pretty damned much. Those of us who called out this idiotic nonsense for what it was - idiotic nonsense at best, totalitarian micro control at worst - have not been rewarded with accolades from those we tried to warn. No! The loser sheeple who bought into this bullshit now have a form of Stockholm Syndrome - parents in New York City, for example, cannot bring themselves to believe that completely stupid and often ill-intentioned teachers unions and politicians damaged their children's lives while the sheeple did nothing but bleat accommodatingly.
Loved that movie. It wasn’t as bad around me. We lived in a country town. The parks were not closed. Only the toilets. Lol. I turned everything off in March and started outdoor painting at our local nature park. Picked up a painting friend. Then a hiking friend. The summer was beautiful with many gifts of nature given to me. I wasn’t scared at all. I wasn’t listening to it. It was the calm before the storm for me. The storm being my refusal to vax in 2021. Sometimes it’s a burden to know what’s really going on. Like I alone am standing with all this sinister stuff swirling around me and no way to make someone stop and listen to what I long to say. I know I’m not alone. Today personally it’s hard. I want to cry and pound pillows and scream. Yet the geese are nesting at the pond and the peeper frogs are awake and peeping. Blessings around me. You too.
"jamma from heaven " LOVE IT!