It's getting lonely out here. Since this madness began I have steadfastly refused to submit to any of it. I've never given a toss about social distancing, not worn a mask even a single time. I have of course not had any poison injections and I happen to have had COVID before it even had a name, first viral infection in 38 years for me and it hammered me because I neglected it till I had severe pneumonia. But I have immunity to it and probably won't get another viral infection I'll notice for the rest of my life on balance.
I could write a book on the things I have witnessed since August 2019, the rising hysteria and insanity which is going on. It has gone into Twilight Zone territory and it doesn't feel like any exaggeration saying it's like something from The Matrix and a slowly developing zombie movie. There'd be no point because anyone left to read it, is doubtless seeing the same things, or soon will be. I'm kind of an outsider. Never been able to find harmony among the flock, I was an outcast as a kid, fought every bully in every school just because I'd always preferred to die fighting injustice than submit to tyranny. 59 years old and nothing much has changed. Except the bully is bigger. Still nobody else in the whole schoolyard has the gumption to stand up as well. Even though many of them secretly tell me they agree. They know it is bullshit, but they would rather submit than stand against a bully.
I am no hero. More of an anti-hero if anything. yet it is their cowardice and cravenness which makes the one who won't bend over to be fucked look like a hero. Because admitting he's just a normal man, and they're a bunch of gutless cringing faggots would be a bit too high to reach.
Lately the hysterical mask wearing has gone into overdrive. With nothing at all to write about COVID wise Western Australia is under a seemingly never ending mask mandate this time. Not to mention no entry into anywhere just about without proof of your death shots. We're a a couple of months into this shit and no sign of it ending. This time though stores and maskholes are going harder than ever to harass and refuse service and call cops and whatever on any dissidents. Clearly very frustrated with it all, wearing masks, lining up for their next jabs, boosters now compulsory, their response is to wear their masks HARDER, push others HARDER, as if their stridency will finally shift the balance and they will be allowed some freedom.
I who have done none if it since it began, as I fight my battles from one store to the next, with some still being stupid enough to make a fuss with me, a thus far losing battle for them all; find myself now saying to many people the same thing for the fiftieth time. Every freedom you give up, will not be given back to you. More and more nod along. Their eyes show they are starting to see it. YET I also tell them take off the stupid mask. Nobody can make you do it. I tell them the law and how it works. Some are inspired. They all scuttle away with their masks though.
Today as I came through the checkout at the local store I was pleasant, as always and the girl was too. She said nothing about my lack of mask, this store is way ahead of the curve with me. They have a store-wide policy to not interfere with my chosen dress code, my lack of a rag on my face is my legal right and their manager guarantees it after a serious but polite conversation we had.. Yet they still refused service to a young man and his son just ahead of me one day, because they had no masks. I was furious and got stuck into the checkout girl and the floor manager who stepped in. What the hell? The bastards are letting me go through fear because I fought them? This is not good enough and the only way out is NON compliance.
The girl though. As I paid and said goodbye our interaction was natural and pleasant. Except in answer to her friendly farewell and well wishes, I just did what is often natural to me and gave her a big grandfatherly smile. I saw pain in her eyes as she tried to smile back I guess and realised she couldn't. She looked like a prisoner in that moment and it is still haunting me.
I cannot live too much longer in this place though. It begins to feel like Gulliver in Lilliput. it is cramping and lonely up here. I can't put my foot down for fear of treading on some feeble puny creature. Mentally and spiritually I am screaming for some contact. I have a handful of like minded friends. One young bloke I've kind of mentored since he was a kid, I'd be proud if he was my son and he and his wife have been no less staunch in resistance. With two little girls they're going spare with the dangers they're facing. There aren't enough of us to form a community given we're far flung and would have to gather together. I think of this. Of annexing part of this state with some others who have traditional rights even. I also think a lot of getting out, somewhere else, as a refugee even eventually. I've given thought to how I might have to get out of Australia, I'm not rich and never been so flat broke as now frankly. I've got a bit better engineering skills and resources than many who came here as boat people but inevitably not much different. A raft made of a few of our kayaks we produce and whatever I could muster by way of prep for a long sea voyage. I'll probably have a rabbit or two as companions which is just another logistics matter. My rabbits will never be left behind.
I have always doubted my sanity enough to be confident I am not crazy. Now I have a problem because logically I cannot be the only sane person around here. Nor does this sound sane on reading it. Unless you see what I see.
It's getting lonely out here. Since this madness began I have steadfastly refused to submit to any of it. I've never given a toss about social distancing, not worn a mask even a single time. I have of course not had any poison injections and I happen to have had COVID before it even had a name, first viral infection in 38 years for me and it hammered me because I neglected it till I had severe pneumonia. But I have immunity to it and probably won't get another viral infection I'll notice for the rest of my life on balance.
I could write a book on the things I have witnessed since August 2019, the rising hysteria and insanity which is going on. It has gone into Twilight Zone territory and it doesn't feel like any exaggeration saying it's like something from The Matrix and a slowly developing zombie movie. There'd be no point because anyone left to read it, is doubtless seeing the same things, or soon will be. I'm kind of an outsider. Never been able to find harmony among the flock, I was an outcast as a kid, fought every bully in every school just because I'd always preferred to die fighting injustice than submit to tyranny. 59 years old and nothing much has changed. Except the bully is bigger. Still nobody else in the whole schoolyard has the gumption to stand up as well. Even though many of them secretly tell me they agree. They know it is bullshit, but they would rather submit than stand against a bully.
I am no hero. More of an anti-hero if anything. yet it is their cowardice and cravenness which makes the one who won't bend over to be fucked look like a hero. Because admitting he's just a normal man, and they're a bunch of gutless cringing faggots would be a bit too high to reach.
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Lately the hysterical mask wearing has gone into overdrive. With nothing at all to write about COVID wise Western Australia is under a seemingly never ending mask mandate this time. Not to mention no entry into anywhere just about without proof of your death shots. We're a a couple of months into this shit and no sign of it ending. This time though stores and maskholes are going harder than ever to harass and refuse service and call cops and whatever on any dissidents. Clearly very frustrated with it all, wearing masks, lining up for their next jabs, boosters now compulsory, their response is to wear their masks HARDER, push others HARDER, as if their stridency will finally shift the balance and they will be allowed some freedom.
I who have done none if it since it began, as I fight my battles from one store to the next, with some still being stupid enough to make a fuss with me, a thus far losing battle for them all; find myself now saying to many people the same thing for the fiftieth time. Every freedom you give up, will not be given back to you. More and more nod along. Their eyes show they are starting to see it. YET I also tell them take off the stupid mask. Nobody can make you do it. I tell them the law and how it works. Some are inspired. They all scuttle away with their masks though.
Today as I came through the checkout at the local store I was pleasant, as always and the girl was too. She said nothing about my lack of mask, this store is way ahead of the curve with me. They have a store-wide policy to not interfere with my chosen dress code, my lack of a rag on my face is my legal right and their manager guarantees it after a serious but polite conversation we had.. Yet they still refused service to a young man and his son just ahead of me one day, because they had no masks. I was furious and got stuck into the checkout girl and the floor manager who stepped in. What the hell? The bastards are letting me go through fear because I fought them? This is not good enough and the only way out is NON compliance.
The girl though. As I paid and said goodbye our interaction was natural and pleasant. Except in answer to her friendly farewell and well wishes, I just did what is often natural to me and gave her a big grandfatherly smile. I saw pain in her eyes as she tried to smile back I guess and realised she couldn't. She looked like a prisoner in that moment and it is still haunting me.
I cannot live too much longer in this place though. It begins to feel like Gulliver in Lilliput. it is cramping and lonely up here. I can't put my foot down for fear of treading on some feeble puny creature. Mentally and spiritually I am screaming for some contact. I have a handful of like minded friends. One young bloke I've kind of mentored since he was a kid, I'd be proud if he was my son and he and his wife have been no less staunch in resistance. With two little girls they're going spare with the dangers they're facing. There aren't enough of us to form a community given we're far flung and would have to gather together. I think of this. Of annexing part of this state with some others who have traditional rights even. I also think a lot of getting out, somewhere else, as a refugee even eventually. I've given thought to how I might have to get out of Australia, I'm not rich and never been so flat broke as now frankly. I've got a bit better engineering skills and resources than many who came here as boat people but inevitably not much different. A raft made of a few of our kayaks we produce and whatever I could muster by way of prep for a long sea voyage. I'll probably have a rabbit or two as companions which is just another logistics matter. My rabbits will never be left behind.
I have always doubted my sanity enough to be confident I am not crazy. Now I have a problem because logically I cannot be the only sane person around here. Nor does this sound sane on reading it. Unless you see what I see.
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