Let’s face the facts – the weaponization of hypochondria has done some good.
For one thing, it has shown us how weak-minded and mean-spirited many of our fellow Americans are. How easy it is to get them not only to submit to absurdities and outrages but to beg for them.
And demand everyone submit to them.
The “mandates” are hardly necessary when Sickness Kabuki rituals are performed automatically and the general vibe that sane people must endure is that they are “selfish” and “not being respectful” for objecting to any of it.
But the sane now know who their friends are; more to the point, who their friends really weren’t.
The people we thought we could trust. The ones we now know we can’t.
The ones we not only no longer want to have around but now understand it is not safe to be around. The ones who will – in a heartbeat – not only sic the government on us for failing to play Sickness Kabuki but who will amen cheer all that is to come in the weeks and months and possibly years to come. This includes narcing us out for having the means to defend ourselves; possibly for having the ability to feed ourselves.
We didn’t know, a year ago, that we couldn’t trust these people.
Now we do know.
We also know that anyone who isn’t wearing a Holy Rag in spite of all this pressure is a potential friend and an ally at the least. Someone you probably can trust, who at least hasn’t lost his mind – or his balls.
This is no small thing – and we have weaponized hypochondria to thank for it.
There is something else as well to be thankful for and that is the motivation weaponized hypochondria and all that attends has given those of us who see where this is headed maybe needed.
Including the motivation to get fit. Which is an aspect of getting ready that’s arguable at least as important as having the means to feed and defend yourself; it is in fact a means of defending yourself – one they can’t confiscate, either.
It is also a means of not making it necessary to defend yourself.
I’ve worked out all my life. I’ve never worked out harder – and gotten more results – than I have over the past year, since the onslaught of weaponized hypochondria. Hate is my muse. I have channelled the frustration – the anger – I feel over what is being done to this country, made all the worse by the the sight of a populace willingly playing Sickness Kabuki – into every workout.
It is like Rocky training to fight Ivan Drago – the steroid-enhanced Russian who pummeled Rocky’s friend Apollo Creed to death in the ring.
In the movie.
I’m no Rocky, but I’ve upped my bench press to 305 pounds – which is more than I could bench was 30 and now I’m over 50. I weigh a solid 222 pounds and can run five miles and do 100 push ups. Pretty good for past-my-prime.
This is not to brag. It is to convey what can be done – even in middle age – when one is suitably . . .motivated.
There are great benefits to this that go beyond the satisfaction of being stronger in middle age than in youth. Obviously, it is healthier to be strong and fit – and that will matter even more in the weeks and months and years ahead, which could be very hard times indeed.
But there is another benefit. Bulking up serves as a deterrent to Sickness Psychotics. No one wants to get punched in the mouth and for this reason most people will not pester someone who appears capable of performing the act. Bullies usually pick fights with people who appear to them weaker. If you are bigger than most, it is likely you’ll become a target last.
And there is a gratifying knightly aspect to this as well. I take pleasure in going shopping insolently showing my face – and with my slightly built girlfriend, who is 5 ft.4 and maybe 130 to my 6ft 3 and 222. It makes me extremely motivated to imagine her being hassled; for that matter, to imagine anyone in her position – a female, or an older person – being hassled by some Face Diapered poltroon. I like to think that my presence in a store serves notice on these Freaks to keep their sickness to themselves.
And so far, it has.
It may, at some point, not – but in that case, I am ready for it in the manner of the person who decides to travel by sea knowing how to swim.
Hopefully, none of this will come into play and the only thing that will result from my getting fit is that I got fit.
But it’s good to know there are other perks – and I’m thankful, in a way, for the motivation that all this sickness has given me.
Maybe you’ll get inspired, too.
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