Truth Slips Through the Cracks

Pundits change costumes onstage

March 2020. The beginning of The End Times, the rise of The Great Human Death Cult, or more prosaically, “The Pandemic.”

Those of us who continued to live and work in the physical world, were not regaled as heroes by the cloistered masses. Instead, those who kept the heat going were subjected to masked people standing outdoors while yelling: ‘Keep your distance!’ and demanding the installation of UV lights or insertion of expensive filters into HVAC units.

In all commercial buildings, supposed germ killing misters were up and running while janitorial crews inadvertently created brand new strains of resistant bacteria by being forced to use disinfectant wipes and placing hand sanitizer at every doorway.

The people who build and repair things never made it on the Hero Signs. No one banged pots and pans as the plumbing van rode to another toilet clogged by disinfectant wipes. No one thought what a brave soul the electrician was to go outside where the deadly virus was trying to kill us all…but hurry up and get my shit fixed!

You know what almost none of the tradesmen and workers did? Panicked.

Within 2 weeks of the Sniffles Heard ‘round the World, the majority of HVAC techs, plumbers, electricians, sheet rockers, framers, landscapers, and farmers shrugged their collective shoulders, rolled eyes, and continued to work.

Despite the stress of the world collectively freaking out, it was a strangely peaceful Time. Traffic was a mellow dream. There were only a few people roaming offices like desert travelers lost in a dust storm. A shadow here, a glimpse there. There were no people in restaurants or bars as they were forcibly closed. The photocells and timers turned lights on and off, thermostats continued to control the temperature, compressors hummed at now dry water fountains, and the buildings continued their work of being inhabitable.

But humanity was gone. Like some post-Armageddon scene where the machines continued to run and some of us were there to service them and the spaces they occupied. Eventually some of the people came back, and they were changed creatures…and often not for the better. They were pale shadows who had often grown more fearful and less fit.

Those of us who didn’t panic were considered rubes, deniers of Science, Grandma killers, but mostly no one asked what other people thought. We hid our contempt for the whole ridiculous theater of absurdity that brought us tape squares, directional walking arrows, homemade masks, and the all pervasive Zoom meetings. The whole thing was like some bad skit we found ourselves inhabiting.

We made the only rational choice. By March 2020, the Princess Cruise Ship had been infected and we knew all we needed to know : the 24 hour news cycle and ticker tape death count was some sick, ridiculous theater mixed with constant propaganda and fear.

The virus took an elderly, likely immune compromised group after days of drinking and eating too much, all crammed in a ship with common dining rooms, elevators, stairwells, recirculated air, etc. According to PCR Testing(?) onboard a ship in January of an as-yet unknown disease, and the stated infection fatality rate was still nearly zero. So March 2020, we all knew that there was some strange flu-like illness and a whole lot of sneaky governmental malfeasance afoot. That was the big revelation.

Now, 3 years and a total restructuring of Society later, the Powers-That-Be found that the leaky virus leaked through their germ warfare and experimental “vaccines”, and it predictably found an equilibrium as a less deadly, more transmissible Corona virus.

Perhaps the Powers-That-Be panicked due to their God complex toying with Gain of Function, so they thought it would be worse. What was worse was the dishonesty, the deceit, the changing definitions, the fear, the idiocy, etc ad nauseum.

All the while, old people died in fear and isolation, children got less social and straight up dumber, and society fractured.

People assumed everyone was as afraid of the world as they were or shared their risk calculus. I was not and did not and now that the lights have come on, I can never forget what cowering, idiotic, and vindictive fools many were…or are. It doesn’t feel good. But now I know who The Good Germans are in my world.

I, one of the Control Group, judge you. You, who are just now realizing what we, the uneducated rubes, knew within weeks. It only took you 3 years of demonizing, masking, drugging, and hiding to even see the edge of the Truth.

And now there will be no apologies, no questions about how we got it right. There will be nothing but condescension from cowards talking (more likely Tweeting) to tell us that our courage was dumb luck, undeserved. They want to become the voice of the Control Group. But they can’t because we saw them cry and quiver in fear. We saw them rationalize their personal cowardice. We felt the contempt, even the hate. And now all I have left is ennui and a casual contempt for all of your intellectual machinations, your ridiculous grandstanding. But mostly I scorn the lie that your were ever protecting anything but your weak, soft shell of an existence. Well, you kept it. Congratulations Fear Slug.