This report comes the week of Thanksgiving, which for many of us brings an unpleasant reminder of how effectively families and friendships have been torn apart by the weaponization of hypochondria, which has been used to foment the mass hysteria necessary for the imposition of political tyranny in the name of “health.”
This is not abstract politics. It is personal.
Many of us are no longer on speaking terms with people we previously spoke to often. Treated by friends of long-standing as if we’d done them some unforgivable, intolerable wrong by objecting to pretending we’re terrified of a sickness with a better-than-99-percent recovery rate, assuming one even gets sick. Friends – or so we thought – who treat us as if we were a mortal threat to their health. Family members who won’t allow us in their homes – or visit ours – unless we agree to perform the bizarre and dangerous rituals they demand of us, including blind submission to injections with whatever’s-in-those-needles.
It is hard – but it is also easy.
Like divorce . . . once it’s over with.
In the initial stages of the dissolution, many husbands and wives will do practically anything to prevent the dissolution. They are target-fixated on what was. The marriage that no longer exists, except as a legal artifact. The love is gone. The trust, evaporated. There are a million reasons why and – in the end – none of them matter once the hearts have hardened. When one of the two no longer wants to be married.
It may take awhile for the other of the two to come to grips with this.
In the meanwhile, a heroic struggle often ensues. The one who wants the marriage to “work” will try to find out what went awry and take steps to fix it. Will patiently try to understand the other spouse’s point of view. May even be willing to offer up compromises over important matters of principle, all for the sake of that one desperate, nostalgic urge to hold onto what is already gone.
We feel sad and lonely because our circle has diminished. The people we used to get together with every year prior to these years no longer want to get together with us.
Unless . . .
Family members submit demands we must comply with as a condition of being allowed in their presence. Brothers against brother. Parents against grandparents.
Kids, caught in the middle of it all.
Reconciliation is not possible when it is either-or. And that is where we are, this week of Thanksgiving.
In the past, people could for the most part put aside their politics for the holidays because it was not necessary to wear them – literally – as has become fashionable, in our New Normal present. Your brother may have been a Woke Leftist but he probably had the grace to not wear an “I’m a Woke Leftist” T shirt to the table. And if he did, he certainly didn’t expect you to wear one, too.
Today’s weaponized hypochondriacs demand exactly that. You must wear their symbol of hysteria – the “mask” – to affirm your acquiescence. If you refuse to wear it, they get angry, hysterical. More so if you question their fanatic insistence that every living soul on this Earth be injected – no questions asked – with whatever’s-in-those-needles.
They don’t care about your feelings – only that you defer to theirs.
And even if you submerged yourself in the bottomless pool of their endless demands, they would still regard you with hostility and contempt – deservedly so – for you had surrendered everything that is yourself, for the sake of something that exists only in your memories.
This is hard. To look it full in the face.
To realize that the people you thought were close to you, who you would have done anything for, whom you esteemed and who you thought esteemed you, actually cared very little for you. So little, in fact, that they are not only willing but determined to cast you out and much worse than that . . . because the god-damned TeeVee told them to. Because people they don’t know told them to do so, to people they’ve known for years and perhaps even all of their lives.
It also cures.
Once you come to terms with this, the rest is easy.
You know now where you stand and – just as important, where others stand. The people who’ve stood by you through this – who didn’t shun you because the god-damned TeeVee told them to – are perhaps fewer but of far more value. Their esteem is real – and profound.
If you find yourself no longer able to break bread with people who you once called friend – or even, family – then break bread with new ones, who are.
If you haven’t found them yet, don’t worry. They are out there. And they are looking for friends – and family – just like you.
Best Wishes to All – who’ve remained human – this Thanksgiving of 2021.
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