There can be no middle ground with the totalitarianism

The total State is its own entity. It may be made up of individual people, but together they form something outside of nature. The State: the virgin-sacrificing, sun-worshipping, skull-piling, population-enslaving evil that has been with us since the dawn of our species, is reemerging in various formerly “free” nations in the shadow of a “war on COVID”. It is in our nature to build the State, just as it is in the nature of a spider to spin a web. We backpedal into it, and often don’t realize what we’ve done until it is too late. That is the reason that freedom is so precious, and why so many have died to achieve it. That’s the reason for constitutions, law, and even government itself. The State is encoded in our DNA. There is no escaping it. But we can mitigate against it. We consciously create a tiny part of that evil, and then bind it down with the best runes and incantations we can muster. This thing we then call “government”, the institution that guards against the rise of the State. But sometimes it gets out. Amid crisis we naively believe that the chains binding it can be loosened. But look at the result of doing so.

 

And now Australia is shooting rescue dogs over COVID restrictions to prevent anyone from coming to pick them up.

COVID, the god that failed

I never stop thinking about the fact that, although we may one day totally emerge from this rapid descent into fundamentalist totalitarianism, the people who bought into the prophecy of the Doomsday pathogen will never be the same again. Amidst the chaos and impending doom, their hunter-gatherer, tribal sentiments were stimulated and awakened. They saw, for the first time, the modern world through the eyes of one of our superstition-riddled ancestors. Everything looked so disordered and alien. We must have Authority. We must have Order. A war between My Tribe against the Other Tribe. For these people, modernity itself had become the enemy. Freedom, individual choice, the unrestrained social forces, from it all emanated doom. Although they will never admit it, even to themselves, only a new Dark Age would have satisfied their evolved psychological thirst. This lust for a return to a rigid Puritanism is evident in their words and actions. The masks that they continue to wear are the visible symbol of their faith. They know they don’t work. Their rabid hatred of the unmasked and unafraid signifies their hatred of those who refuse to submit to their new belief system. For a brief moment, these newborn primitives saw a world coming into view, an ancient evil forcing itself onto our plane of existence, and in it they saw their salvation. The virus became their savior, and they became its congregation. A new dawn, the sudden eruption of a societal caldera, the emergence of the total State under the Armaggedon eclipse, to these new primitives it was rapture. You see it in their faces now, the unaknowledged pain of realizing that their god has failed to make good on its promises. They will now be a scattered congregation, always seeking for something to fill the new void within themselves. Let’s hope they never find it.

Pediatric hospitalization rates: Flu 2017-18 vs. COVID

The product of my exploration of the CDC’s data deeps doesn’t disappoint. Compare Y-axes: the height of the flu season sees ped. flu hospitalizations reach almost 3.5 per 100k, while COVID never gets beyond 1.5 per 100k. Why was there no outcry for universal masking back then, when kids were in far more danger? Because everyone knew that masks had no effect on transmission of a respiratory virus that spread through aerosols. We live in the stupidest of times.

R0 is .85 for Oklahoma

Cases have already started their descent, and the dirtbag hospital admins, teachers union thugs, and Dem parasites didn’t get their state of emergency, menaing that their opportunity to victimize our state’s schoolchildren has passed them by. It’s like watching the end of Texas Chainsaw Massacre when the kids get away in the car and Leatherface begins flailing and screaming in the street with his chainsaw. We’re dealing with crocodiles in skin suits.