Texas and Mississippi have both announced that as of 3/8/2021 all mask and other restrictions on people and businesses for the COVID farce will be done with.
Oh man am I jealous. But this is really good news. As more and more states end this charade the remaining losers will look stupider and stupider. I wonder what Fauci is going to do after this to garner attention. He’ll probably want to declare the common cold a pandemic. After all several cold viruses are corona viruses. We can’t be too careful.
I’m going to celebrate the good news by burning my stash of face masks. I’ll just keep the one raggedy one I’ve been using for the last year. It’s tattered and I had to staple the elastic back on twice. But I think it’s a feature not a bug that it gives the impression that I’m really not worried whether it does anything or not. I’m thinking of punching some holes in it to make it easier to breath through. Or maybe I can paint on a face mask every day I need to go out there. You know, like those fake bathing suits they paint on models and movie stars. It’ll look close enough to being a real mask that no one will be impolite enough to ask me if it’s real. And if anyone does I’ll just talk in a muffled tone so they really get confused.
So kudos to Governors Abbott and Reeves for finally getting up the courage to end this nonsense for their citizens. Now if only the losers in the northeast also wake up and smell the fresh air.
We are a week into the middle of winter and with the recent cold snap and with the snow that will be falling today and tomorrow I’m falling back into the New England mid-winter trance. Luckily without my typical commute a lot of the wear and tear on my body and mind are reduced to a reasonable level. In the past I would have to get up at 5 am and clear the snow for two hours before commuting to work and then drive home and still having to clear the rest of it in the dark before collapsing into bed. Now with my new and improved lifestyle I get up at 7 am, eat breakfast, play blocks with my granddaughter for a little while then leisurely and efficiently go out and clear the snow once it stops falling. I’ll probably break it up into two sessions with a meal in between to relieve the monotony and warm my old bones. Camera Girl has made a really excellent Chicken Butter Nut Squash Soup so I’ll be properly fortified for the second half of the operation.
In my less demanding routine I have the chance to reflect on the unfortunate aspects of this new world that we live in. Here we are almost a year into this absurd lockdown and most people in New England really believe that we are in the midst of the bubonic plague. I half expect to see the cartman leading his pony around with the pile of cadavers shouting, “bring out your dead.” The local tv coverage and the attitude of the people you meet when you do go out is that we are all struggling against unbelievable odds to survive the ravages of the Andromeda Strain. Apparently, we’re all heroes now. It sounds like the nonsense the Soviets used to spout every time the tractor factory came close to meeting the quota. “All hail the revolutionary fervor of Assembly Line B Night Shift!” When a country that did nothing about the virus like Sweden has, after a year, a slightly lower per capita death rate than a country like America, that threw all its small businesses off a cliff, you have to wonder just how detached from reality people are.
Based on the fact that California and New York are beginning to loosen the restrictions on such dangerous activities as opening your front door and breathing in the shower I am hopeful that by the end of winter we will at least be allowed to visit friends and relatives without the neighbors calling in a SWAT Team on us. And that will be big. I found that not seeing my various family members was the worst part of this travesty. And not just family. I have friends that I am dying to see face to face and share a burger and shoot the breeze with. This lockdown is harming us physically. It’s harming us mentally and it’s harming us spiritually. As I’ve mentioned I’m reading Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago. And compared to the atrocities the Soviets perpetrated on their people even the lockdown is minor. But it is related to what they did. It is psychological warfare aimed at damaging people’s self-respect. We’re caged animals and they ratchet the punishment up and down just to torture us.
So the cold weather is a perfect symbol of the Gulag that has been built for all of us living in the blue states. Maybe now that Dementia Joe has been nailed up on his scarecrow pole in front of the White House they’ll let us free. Or maybe they won’t.
I have one exceptionally cynical old friend who claims that we right wing folk are just sheep and no matter how much abuse is heaped on us we’ll just continue to take it without doing anything more forceful than complain. He thinks that anything that’s going to happen will have to happen in a red state and even that will be in the nature of orderly and peaceable action. I’m of a different opinion. Even in the bluest of blue states, I think a point will be reached where people will revolt against this abuse. Somewhere a spark will ignite the tinder and a crowd will start a bonfire of these stupid masks and put an end to this idiocy. And I hope I happen to be nearby to join in.
Tonight, I was talking to a friend who lives in Manhattan. He was so claustrophobic from the endless lockdown that he decided to go to a restaurant. That means he was so sick of being trapped in his apartment that he was willing to eat outside at night in temperatures below the freezing point. He then walked twenty-five blocks just so he could be outdoors and feel like there was some normalcy to his life. But that illusion was quickly dispelled. He told me that at one point there were twenty city busses in virtually a convoy headed up Madison Avenue, all empty. They probably weren’t attempting to maintain this configuration but since nobody was attempting to ride on them and since there is virtually no traffic, they basically pile up at the slower traffic signals and form this absurd wagon train.
Think about it, Manhattan at Christmas time and the streets are deserted. The stores on Fifth Avenue are not just empty but looted and boarded up and the ruinously expensive transit system is empty and running like some sort of ghost of itself through a modern-day necropolis. Well at least something has finally come along to put an end to the “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” crowd interviews. They’ll just set up a zoom meeting between Miley Cyrus, Mariah Carey, Yoko Ono and the ghost of Cindy Lauper’s hair stylist.
Any other year in the last hundred and fifty years and Manhattan during Christmas week would be standing room only in every store, restaurant, sidewalk, hospital, jail and stairwell. Money equivalent to the gross national product of medium sized countries would be changing hands in the upscale boutiques, restaurants and jewelry stores and every little kid for fifty miles around would be trooping past the giant Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center on his way to seeing Santa Claus at Macy’s.
If you remember the H. G. Wells’ book or the movie adaption, “The Time Machine,” in the far future humans have devolved into two populations. On the surface are beautiful but effete people called the Eloi. They are completely passive and only survive because their food is provided by the other population, the underground dwelling, monstrously ugly but technically capable Morlocks. We learn that the Morlocks are cannibals and they harvest a certain number of Eloi by summoning them into underground air raid shelters by means of an old-style air raid siren. And the Eloi are so bovine that they never think to question that none of those going underground ever come back.
Honestly, is it really a stretch to say that we have become the Eloi? Maybe not all of us and maybe not quite to the point where we are literally thrown in the soup pot but the difference is one of degree not kind. Granted the worst of it is in the Blue States and Cities. In these places the situation is worst. They’ve sacrificed the livelihoods and future of the small business owners and the educations and mental health of all of their children to play games with the mortality statistics from a flu that only strikes the very old or the very ill. And even in places where they followed all their absurd rules the same number of people died as in the places where restrictions weren’t enforced. And at the same time the Morlocks have unleashed another plague on us. They’ve empowered the Antifa/BLM monsters to cannibalize what’s left after the COVID harvesting is complete. That is assuming COVID is ever really allowed to end.
It makes you wonder what it would take to wake these people up. In the Time Machine movie what it took was an outsider who wasn’t conditioned to their passivity to show them how to fight back. Today I’m not even sure that something like that would work. There is no fight left in them. They’ve become domestic animals, cattle.
This doctor is here telling the US Senate that he has mountains of evidence to prove that the active ingredient in my dog’s heartworm medicine is both, a foolproof prophylactic agent against catching COVID and an almost sure cure for recovering from it. I have to assume that Fauci and the rest of his colleagues are either completely incompetent as doctors or actively working against the interests of the American people. We need a new country.
I was going to write a post on thriving in the Woke World but I went back and saw that I’ve written that post at least once before. Instead I decided to look and see what was going on around me.
I woke up this morning and felt like I always do on the day after Thanksgiving. I felt like I ate way too much rich food. So, I had a cup of coffee and a bagel and looked over the news. I saw all the stuff I saw yesterday. Election legal challenges and noise about Biden’s picks for a cabinet, COVID studies and vaccine speculation, big tech censoring and conservatives complaining. All the same old stuff we’ve been seeing forever. Nothing I felt like talking about there.
Later on, as I felt a little less like a stuffed museum exhibit, I asked Camera Girl if she wanted to go for a walk in the local state park. It’s about a mile or two down the road and has a paved road that penetrates into the forest to allow fisherman to access the lakes inside the park. There are streams and forested hills and scenic stuff as far as the eye can see. There is also a half dozen picnic grounds and parking areas. We like going there because even when there is ice on the wooded paths the blacktop thaws quickly and gives us a good walking path until winter is completely in control of the weather.
So anyway, she agreed and we parked and started walking. With my usual confidence I announced to her that it was so quiet because nobody was up and around after Thanksgiving. Two minutes later we passed the first parking lot and there were at least fifteen cars and I could see someone cooking on a charcoal grill. Ah, my psychic powers.
As we walked along, we could see that the place was pretty crowded. Eventually we started passing people walking in the other direction. Couples, people walking with dogs, families with kids, families with three generations, you name it. And as we got within talking distance we’d smile, wave, say hi. After about a dozen such interactions we looked at each other and read each other’s minds. What struck both of us was that people without masks were friendly and greeted us with a smile and the people wearing masks were surly and unfriendly. For clarification neither of us were wearing masks but we never got within the COVID magic six-foot circle of death of the other walkers.
And when we looked at the people who were barbecuing none of them were wearing masks and they seemed to be having a good time. After that I made sure that whenever I passed the masked marauders, I was especially cheerful and demonstrative. I’m sure it annoyed them terribly.
By the time we got back to our car I felt a whole lot better about the day. There are plenty of people around who are just tolerating this COVID nonsense without drinking the Kool-Aid. And they are attempting to enjoy their lives despite it. And the true-believers looked pretty damn miserable from where I was standing. Maybe this whole COVID cult is its own punishment. But maybe it’s just an act and they are really just signaling their virtue in case someone from the security apparatus is filming them for the quarterly report. Either way I can see that it will be pretty easy in this Brave New World to find the good people. They’ll be the ones who look like they’re actually happy to be alive. By this you will know them.
“Saratoga County Sheriff Michael Zurlo also vowed not to enforce the regulations, WRGB Albany reported. “I can’t see how devoting our resources to counting cars in citizens’ driveways or investigating how much turkey and dressing they’ve purchased is for the public good,” the law enforcement authority told the local outlet.”
Sanity from elected officials in in New York, is that allowed? Bravo gentlemen. Hopefully your courage will be emulated elsewhere.
Here’s good wishes for the President and First Lady to have an uneventful recovery from their COVID infections. President Trump, like you, I could stand to lose twenty or more pounds. Here’s a good reason for both of us to start eating healthier and exercising more. Camera Girl and the First Lady, being thinner and healthier are sure to nag us to do these things but we should do them on our own to ensure that the world will have long term access to such magnificent men as ourselves.
The site will be quieter than usual this morning as I attend to important matters. I’ve been put in charge of my 2-year-old granddaughter and that is a full time job! Camera Girl, hurry back. I don’t have your stamina.
The first thing that should be said is that even though Chris Wallace is a lefty creep, he is probably going to be the least offensive of the moderators we can expect during the rest of the debates. The ones going forward will probably be women from NPR and CNN that will whine and screech about every woman’s issue imaginable.
The format was supposed to be six segments with sometimes more than one question in each segment. Each candidate was supposed to get two minutes without interruption to answer the question. Well that didn’t happen. The President interrupted early and he interrupted often. But to be fair the lies that Biden was telling deserved to be refuted. And several of the topics were slanted obviously against the President.
The questions that I remember were about:
The Supreme Court Pick
Law and Order
President Trump’s Tax Returns
The President’s Ending of Anti-American Indoctrination in the American Government Offices
I would say that the President got the best of the arguments about The Supreme Court Pick, Black Voters, Law and Order, Tax Returns, Climate Change, Anti-American Indoctrination and Mail-In Ballots. But that leaves COVID and the Economy that weren’t as clear cut. Biden hammered away at COVID with all he had. President Trump made his case but that round was more like a tie. And since that’s a very important issue that needs to be improved on in the next debate. On the economy both Biden and Wallace exaggerated the economic situation at the end of the Obama administration. And Biden downplayed how well the economy has recovered after the initial COVID shutdown. I want to give the President a slight edge on the Economy segment. So overall I’ll say President Trump won the debate. And above and beyond the stated topics, the President was able to raise the question of the culpability of Obama and Biden in the Russia-gate scandal and he hammered Biden on Hunter Biden’s activities in the Ukraine and China.
On a personal note I find it nauseating that the moderators still slant the whole proceeding clearly to the Left. It’s good to see the President stood up for himself and zinged Biden left and right. Some of my favorite moments were:
When Biden said the President was unintelligent and President Trump came back and said that Biden was at the bottom of his class in college and lately couldn’t even remember the name of the town, he was in.
When Biden criticized President Trump’s large rallies, the President mocked him saying the Biden rallies typically had about three people attending because no one wanted to attend something so boring.
So, to sum up what I saw:
Biden has to be credited with not being brain dead. Whether chemically enhanced or just reinvigorated he only looked frail not demented.
The President vigorously defended himself on all fronts and jabbed Biden on all his weak points.
The moderators are going to be nakedly biased for Biden in their questions and their attitudes.
The President is going to have to come up with a more coherent COVID story that attacks the Dems for their linkage to China, their ineffective handling of protecting the elderly in the states they govern and the damage their extended lockdowns are doing to people and the economy.
Tonight, is the first Presidential Debate. The level of insanity that will be on display should be breathtaking. I remember Biden in his debates against Sarah Palin and Paul Ryan. He never lets truth or even common-sense stand in the way of saying something Biden. His creepiness should be on full display. But the big mystery is whether he is coherent or not. Apparently, there are some drugs that can be used to lift a dementia patient up out of the fog. If Joe seems sharp, not intelligent but sharp, then we’ll have to assume they’ve got him doped up. Either that or he dogged it during the whole earlier part of his campaign. Either way watching the debate should be interesting.
A month or so before Election Day and indications are that voter fraud through mail in ballots is going to be a wholesale business. It’s going to be interesting to see if the adjudication of this election ends at the Supreme Court or goes way beyond that. From the things I’m hearing this may turn into a freak show where voting levels go to unheard of levels and the whole process goes off the rails. That sounds like something that could cause a very serious reaction from both sides. The Left is already occupying the street in many blue locales. If unrest occurs in places like Pennsylvania, Michigan and Wisconsin then armed conflict cannot be ruled out.
Florida has ended the COVID precautions and raised the all clear signal for its citizens. This should be an interesting moment. If two or three weeks down the road the daily death rate remains the same it will be an indicator that the other rational areas can do the same. And it’s none too soon as far as I’m concerned. The holidays are coming soon and I’d like to think this lockdown will end before Christmas. New England will be the last to relent but at least if there are some early examples it will build impatience among the sane to pressure the authorities to wake up and smell the coffee.
I keep threatening to do some of my photo retrospectives but the day job has been keeping me busy. But in about a week, things will definitely improve and I’ll keep some of my promises. Insects are the first subject. But hopefully I’ll have a foliage group and some other things too. And I haven’t forgotten my promise to do a report on what I learned about photographing hummingbirds.
I still have another Olivier Shakespeare play (Othello) to review and I will continue on through the Star Trek series no matter how painful it becomes. The powers that be are threatening to inflict ShatnerKhan III on an unsuspecting world. I have been trying to figure out a way to live blog or make a podcast out of it. Because of this I have purchased multiple copies of the Shatner mask that the Michael Myers character wore during the Halloween movies to allow for anonymity during the video. This is an indication that ShatnerKhan has now descended into the madness that we knew it eventually would. But since the food is well worth it, we expect to continue the series well into double figures.
And as promised I’m recruiting some other writers for the site. And I like the change. Not only because it takes some of the pressure off me to write but also because other voices make the site more interesting and generally better. And I’m still looking for more writers. If you or someone you know has some content to share leave a comment here or send an e-mail to orionscoldfire “at” charter.net and let me know. And don’t restrict yourself to politics. Anything interesting will be considered.