The supermarket chain Kroger was one of the few places where those “not of the body” – to use a reference from an episode of the classic Star Trek TV series – could shop without practicing the strange rituals required by Landru (second Star Trek reference) to show they were, indeed, “of the body.”
Specifically, the wearing of the Chin Speedo that has become the uniform of those who are “of the body” – who practice the strange rituals required by the real Landru, the doctor who doesn’t practice medicine.
I was cast out of other supermarkets, most notably Earth Fare – which was extremely “of the body.” Even after the Gesundheitsfuhrer of Virginia, Ralph “Coonman” Northam, rescinded the decree requiring the various rites be performed as a condition of being allowed to shop, Earth Fare remained militantly vigilant, siccing novitiates (“employees”) upon any apostate (“customer,” in former times) who dared to enter the temple of Landru/Fauci without a speedo over their facial ballsack.
But Kroger was better.
At the height of the worst, the most it did was post an indifferent novitiate at the entrance, who would proffer the Chin Speedo in a very mildly mannered manner to those not “of the body.” A simple No, Thanks to the poor teenager sufficed.
You were left alone after that.
I – and a few other apostates – were free to shop, among those “of the body.”
Often, I was the only person in the store not “of the body.” It was an unsettling, almost deja vu experience – if deja vu applies to feeling as though you were once a member of the Enterprise away party that visited the strange planet where Landru ruled.
But the vacant – yet hostile – eyes of those “of the body” were real enough.
At any rate, one could shop – if one was willing to simply do it. If one was willing to walk past the signs and the girl acolyte proffering Chin Speedos.
It made me happy to shop there, if that’s the right way to put it.
Maybe a better way is that I was happy to give Kroger my business, since their management appeared to be doing what it could to keep from being “locked down” without locking out people like myself, who weren’t sick and didn’t like being expected to pretend we were. The signs were posted – but the edicts weren’t enforced.
Well, not anymore.
News has broken that everyone who works for Kroger – including that poor teenaged acolyte who proffered the Chin Speedos to every “unmasked” person approaching the temple gates – will not only continue wearing the Speedo, themselves – but will also get the Jabs (plural, to make the point that these Jabs are serial and ongoing – precisely because they are not “effective”) else lose their company-provided health benefits or be charged $50 extra each month as the price of keeping them.
Apparently, the $100 bribe that Kroger was reportedly proffering its employees to receive the Holy Anointing wasn’t sufficient. Perhaps because many Kroger employees place a higher value on their health – and their bodily autonomy – than $100. Which isn’t even a down payment on the one-night services of the body of a Vegas “escort.”
Ours, too – since it is a fact that those who get Jabbed can get sick – and are more apt to spread their sickness – because the Jab merely makes them feel less sick. Which means they are more apt to show up for work rather than stay home.
Interesting, isn’t it? Or rather, fascinating – as Spock might have put it.
People were told they must place a Speedo over their chins so as to mitigate the spread of a sickness they might not be aware they had – remember that?
This was styled “asymptomatic” spread and it became the moral basis for insisting upon the Face Speedo’ing of all, no matter how well they felt. No matter the total absence of any symptoms – which ordinarily is (well, was) pretty presumptively indicative that the person was not sick and therefore unlikely to “spread” a sickness they didn’t have.
The Speedo’ing was pure ritual – a cultish induction artifact to show that the wearer was . . . of the body.
Now Kroger – and it is not only Kroger – is pressuring its employees to take symptom suppressing drugs. That is what these “vaccines” are – by the admission of those who manufacture them.
They do not provide immunity.
The evidence that this is in fact the case – to use that word – is overwhelming. There is no “plague of the unvaccinated.” There is a plague, being spread by the “vaccinated.”
How many naked emperors must be paraded before people see the absence of his clothes? It is not merely anecdotal – it is axiomatic – that the countries (and states) wth the highest rates of “vaccination” also have the highest rates of new “cases” – i.e., people reported as being sick, which proves they weren’t immunized from this sickness.
But Kroger, et al, wants to spread more sickness – by using economic coercion to compel all of its employees to become more likely to do just that, as well as risk getting sicker – themselves.
That chance goes up significantly, upon receiving the not-“vaccine.” In addition to the chances of god-knows-what-else that will be etiolating in the months and years ahead.
It was good of Kroger to not bar its doors to those not “of the body.” But it is very bad – the word isn’t adequate – to threaten the bodies of those who work for it in this manner.
Kroger’s employees are under duress. They face the loss of contractually-agreed-upon benefits/compensation for not surrendering their bodies to an entity that seems to think it owns their bodies (an issue for lawyers to parse).
Kroger’s customers can shop somewhere else, until this ends.
Count me among those.
It is not enough, in times like these, to refuse to be part of evil, directly. It is necessary to avoid complicity with it, by pretending it’s not there because it doesn’t affect us, directly.
Because eventually, it will affect us all.
That being the price of complicity.
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