GARAGE ROCKERS AND COVID CENSORSHIP

During his teens, someone I know was in a band with two of his friends and his older brother. The brother was causing discord and resentment among his bandmates because he continually told them what they were doing wrong.

In reaction, the group—minus big brother—met and agreed on a plan to stop the brother’s criticism: they kicked him out of the band.

This solution quickly failed. Big brother was the band’s best musician and they all knew it. Without his involvement, the band’s music distinctly worsened.

People often avoid, or actively repress awareness of, uncomfortable truth. But ignoring reality facilitates bad outcomes. Living in denial can also weigh on a truth repressor. The heart knows what the eyes refuse to see.

When the Scamdemic began, I sent anti-lockdown op-eds to newspapers, which declined to publish them. Simultaneously, I sent similarly themed e-mails to people whom I knew but, because of distance, seldom see. Swayed by the media, nearly all of my social circle disagreed with me. Some disparaged me as “selfish” and/or noted that my view lacked value because I was neither an MD nor a Public Health PhD.

As the Scam evolved, I continued to send roughly-monthly e-mails criticizing school closures, masks, tests and later, the vaxxes, to dozens of people who formerly thought that I offered sensible perspectives. Few responded to my anti-Coronamania messages or tried to explain why they thought I was wrong. Several recipients told me that they’d block future messages. Only a few continued to engage in dialogue; if parroting such plainly false buzz-phrases as “Pandemic of the Unvaccinated” counts as dialogue.

Throughout, in both private and public communications, I—and many highly credentialed or just plain sensible people—have opposed the official line of lies sold by Birx, Fauci, Biden, many governors and mayors, and the media. Fundamentally, I and the other Covid skeptics have maintained that:

—Covid case and death tolls were wildly exaggerated; only a tiny fraction of old, very sick people were at serious viral risk.

—People need to live among other people; getting sick occasionally is part of life.

—By living normally, people will develop natural and herd immunity.

—None of the “mitigation” measures comported with basic Biology principles; instead, Coronamania was opportunistically orchestrated by dishonest politicians and media execs.

—It made no sense to wreck the lives of the vast majority, especially young people, by placing a society on house arrest.

—Mass “vaccination” was senseless because very few people were at risk of death. Because the shots were experimental, they might injure or kill people.

All of this was demonstrably true from the beginning. Neither lockdowns nor masks nor testing measurably lessened infections or deaths; to the contrary, the most locked down/masked places had the highest ostensible death rates. Nations and states that reopened schools had no bad outcomes. The “miracle” shots that so many “experts,” institutions or celebrities hectored us to take clearly failed to stop either infection or spread. I, and many others, predicted all of the above consequences.

Yet, throughout this period, high-ranking government officials, Big Tech and legacy media outlets actively censored those with viewpoints resembling mine. While those sectors aggressively sold fear, Corona skeptics got almost no mass-audience airtime, screentime or ink. Thus, the gullible masses who bought the implausible, catastrophic narrative felt at liberty to cancel “out of step” critics like me.

As the “public health” interventions failed and the attendant damage mounted, some of the cancel-ers may have felt the same regret that my musical friend’s bandmates had when they kicked big brother out of the band. Some may have belatedly realized that the government and media had chumped them and that the Corona skeptics they had vilified were right.

But most of the Covophobic haven’t admitted they’ve been wrong. Like teen garage rockers, many people place their ego above the truth. And those who’ve buried their heads in the sand of the Coronamanic zeitgeist have been irrevocably misled. They still believe bogus statistics and listen to Fauci; some still wear masks. Just as callow, hard-headed garage bands make bad music, angry, closed-minded Coronamaniacs made bad decisions during the past 33 months and will continue to do so.

Having been proven right doesn’t make me happy. To the contrary, it really sucks. Because the interventions have caused vast, deep, avoidable pain. The harm caused by the lockdowns, school closures and the shots, and the expenditure or 10-plus trillion dollars of Covid giveaways can’t be undone. These effects will be widely experienced and will last indefinitely.

As these sequelae develop, I’ll remind anyone who will listen—and those who won’t—that they’re seeing a true form of Long Covid, encompassing social, psychological and economic devastation. Manifesting residual denial, most who embraced the Covid overreaction and eventually perceived that were played will fail to perceive the linkage of these enduring problems to Scamdemic “mitigation” measures. They’ll refuse to accept the blame they deserve for supporting all of the Covid hysteria.

Predictably, many have begun, and will continue to, hide behind the hollow, but psychologically and socially convenient, notion that “We couldn’t have known!” that all of the mitigation efforts would fail and cause harm. But they clearly should have known; many people, like me, tried to warn them. Any failure to know is based on ignorance, which, in turn, was driven by censorship of—or the refusal to consider—the anti-panic perspective italicized above.

The Coronamaniacs failed to think critically about the foolish measures implemented to “crush” a virus because they kicked me, and other anti-Covid-madness messengers, out of their groups. As did my musical friend during his teens, many Americans realized too late that those whom they blocked or tuned out had something unpopular, but important and constructive, to say.

And like my friend’s big brother, I’m not eager to rejoin their lousy band.