Seeing a face is great – but there’s something even better.
Offered by someone you just met – and who just met you. This used to be the way people exchanged civilities when they met. I’m Eric – it’s good to meet you! Hand extended – and (in the past) usually accepted.
The along came the ‘Rona – the weaponization of hypochondria – and the handshake went the way of practically every other civility, replaced by the preposterous – and pathetic – elbow bump. If you got that far. Many people – addled by sickness psychosis – won’t risk even that deformed civility as they “maintain social distancing” – i.e., engage in the very definition of incivility by treating others as well as themselves as diseased things to be avoided.
This is no accident.
One of the reasons for this learned incivility is to separate us. Literally (physically) and (more importantly) psychologically. To undermine and destroy the normal human bonds that form and grow in strength from being in society together.
That could lead – does lead – to people forming acquaintances, then friendships and possibly more. To people getting to know one another, as opposed to fearing one another and seeking to avoid one another. To people liking other people rather than viewing other people as a physical threat to themselves, divided among themselves – a societal sickness which only benefits those responsible for creating it.
Calling “Dr.” Fauci.
How does one – literally – confirm they are not alone in opposing the various disgusting “practices” being imposed on all, much less organize (and act) to oppose them when they are alone, separated from everyone else and denied the ability to socialize? When it becomes almost impossible even to engage in casual get-to-know-you conversation with new people, as was usual before the weaponization of hypochondria – which has also succeeded in turning most people into faceless Things whose state of mind is very hard to divine behind that face-effacing “mask.”
The effect of this on very young children is likely catastrophic as they are non-verbal and rely almost entirely on being able to read the faces of the adults around them, which they cannot do when all they see is a “mask.”
It is not improbable that a generation of emotionally stunted people is being cultivated who may never develop the instinctive ability to read emotions in people’s faces, having been denied the opportunity to develop this skill we take for granted because of the sick, evil bastards who have fear-conditioned the parents of these children to “mask” themselves – an evil compounded by the “masking” of the children themselves.
Now it is the New Abnormal.
So I was feeling pretty down as I walked the aisles of my local supermarket – where All Out Diapering isn’t enforced but has also become the New Abnormal. Before a about a month ago, it was common to see at least a few other faces among the sea of Faceless, the fear-addled “compliant” who actually believe that “mask” wearing (which means wearing any old thing, including things like bandanas, neck scarves pulled over their faces and “masks” that may serve to keep out wood dust but serve no purpose keeping viruses out or in . . . especially if the wearer hasn’t got a virus) “works,” which in a sick way they do.
The latter people are the same kinds of people who wore a Partei pin – or armband – once upon a time, when it was considered convenient or expedient. And then took them off – fast – when it was no longer considered so. These are the people who form the mass of totalitarian tsunamis in every place and time where such tsunamis overwhelm what had been civil societies.
And then I saw his face – a fellow unbeliever!
But it turned out to be much more than just that.
It took him a moment to understand – as we’d never met before and in normal times, this would be an odd thing for a stranger to say. But in odd times, the meaning is as normal as it gets. As was his reply. which was to extend his hand as he said:
Fuck these sheep.
And then he baaaaa’d. Made the sound that goes with being a sheep.
I shook his hand and made the same sound. We both laughed heartily at the sheep in our vicinity, who regarded us with the dull stares of sheep, who also have the attribute of all looking the same.
Which is just what they – the would-be shepherds of these sheep – want because of what it creates. A society of scared herd animals, afraid to show their faces – that is to say, their individuality – and absolutely terrified of showing what had heretofore been the usual civilities.
But not everyone is a sheep – and the fact is the sheep never mattered, even before it became obvious who they are. They have always existed and always will exist. They do what sheep do – because what else does a sheep do? To expect a sheep to be a sheepdog is as pointless as expecting – as the writer Robert Heinlein once explained – a pig to sing, if you work hard enough to teach it to.
It wastes your time – and annoys the pig.
But not everyone is a sheep. I was lucky enough to meet one. They exist. They are out there.
And it is these people who will determine the way this all plays out. Look for them. It’s easy to see who they are. And when you see one, extend your hand. He – or she – is bound to accept it.
And it’ll make you both feel good, being in the society of men – and women – rather than sheep.
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