How then shall we live?
If the question sounds familiar, it’s because it has been asked before. Back in the ‘70s, by a Christian writer by the name of Francis Schaeffer. We – the Unjabbed – are obliged to ask it, again – and had better have an answer ready, given what may be coming.
The “Omicron” whatever-it-is (or isn’t) is already here. Expect it to get worse. Not necessarily the supposed sickness, which according to all the data is an even milder version of the original sickness that didn’t kill 99.8-something percent of those who got it.
The public relations team employed by the pharmaceutical cartels – i.e., the “media” – is hard at work, again – practically shrieking about a soon-to-be-here death toll in the tens of thousands per week.
One of two things will follow from this, depending on which of two things it turns out to be.
It could – and hopefully, will – turn out to be another “case” of mass-marketed hysteria with nothing behind it but extremely hot air; a hurricane of – what’s the proper word? – misinformation. Of a piece with the original misinformation about the millions who were going to die, about the hospitals and morgues overflowing with the dead.
That was enough to scare people into Chin Speedo’d submission. To get them to accept being home-imprisoned, their livelihoods decreed “non-essential” and their peace of mind and personal relationships shattered.
Will it be enough, again?
If it turns out to be the same as last time – exaggerated on purpose and the exaggerations used to further evil purposes – this whole awful business could be concluded as soon as spring.
There might even be trials.
People – in the main – seem to have had enough of the New Abnormal. Are tired of Chin Speedos and the associated degradation/dehumanization rituals of what is being clearly seen by more and more of them as the trappings and rituals of a sick cult – led by sick creeps like the little doctor who doesn’t practice medicine.
They have had enough – and are not likely to take any more.
What did The Chimp say, all those years ago? Fool me once . . . can’t get fooled again. Something like that.
On the other hand, what if – this time – the bodies do stack up by the tens of thousands each week a few weeks from now – maybe just in time for Christmas?
Maybe not on account of the Moronic “virus,” either – which would be just as bad. What if there is a sudden “spike” in deaths resulting from the serial Jabbing of tens of millions of people, many of whom have already died, though those actual bodies stacking up aren’t being counted, at least not “officially,” by the public relations firms working on behalf of the pharmaceutical cartels.
It’s their job, after all. If you’re paid to sell Chevys, you don’t mention Toyotas – except in the negative.
Here’s where it gets scary, in the way it was scary during the era of the battleships, when one hove into sight and you could see its turrets wheeling around in your direction.
It will not matter whether the bodies – if they begin to stack up – are stacking up on account of the Moronicon or on account of the serial Jabbing in its name. The effect will be the same.
And the hysteria will focus on us, regardless. The Unjabbed, who will be painted as responsible for it all. When people think other people are responsible for threatening their lives, what is the usual result? What is the result when such is egged on by – legitimized by – the government?
This has happened before, in many places. We all know the names of those places; it is hardly necessary to mention them. What is necessary is to understand that America could become such a place – and that it could happen more quickly than most people could imagine.
Who, after all, could have imagined 2020 in 2019?
If the mass hysteria doesn’t dissipate but waxes – becomes a pogrom, the demented fury of the crowd directed at us, by the government itself?
Ask yourself: How will you get food if you are not allowed to buy it? How will you make do, for yourself and your family, if you are debarred from working? What will you do if they won’t leave you be, even if you never leave your home?
Will we stand by our friends? Stand, together? Will you take a stand – and not just for yourself?
How will you survive what may be coming? For the sake of those who will come, after we are gone?
These are daunting questions, but better asked – and answered – now.
Before the answers are forced upon us.
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