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.