The Mysteries of the Mask
When I was young I used to goad my deeply religious mother. As I found more and more holes in the bible, I took pleasure in pointing out that her religion’s dogma was full of inconsistencies.
One of the hardest things I find to view is all the young people wearing masks and wearing them snuggly, proudly, as though it is a symbol that their life now has purpose.
The initial covid term used to be, follow the science, but the science has betrayed the narrative months ago, when it was carried over to our side, the doubters, on a growing current of factual data.
If you can smell a fart with your mask on, then that’s an experiment you can do at home or in the car. Fart molecules are much larger than Omicron, so when it comes to preventing and or catching and spreading the virus, an immunologist told us, you may as well be wearing chicken wire on your face.
Many say they choose not to believe this. That it is just an opinion. But it’s not. It’s science. And we could ask you to follow it, but because of the mask you can’t, for in order to wear it now, you have to ignore the obvious truth that the mask simply does not work.
But why would you ignore that truth?
Has the mask become a symbol of allegiance, of obedience? If this was nineteen thirty-four would it be red and have an embroidered swastika?
Not wearing it inside can attract a fine, so it’s understandable that people comply there, but outside there is no such penalty, yet many still wear it. In some areas, the majority. Why?
Some wear it loosely, like a slipped drape, but many have it snuggly fitted or have even purchased a designer one, as many of the major fashion stores cash in on the essential accessory.
And while all of this comes down to freedom of choice, and I am an advocate for freedom, now there is a push to get four-year-old to wear them.
Why?
It is documented that neither Covid nor its variants can greatly affect these children. The politicians even state this on the news before moving on to state, within the same sentence, that having them wear the mask will help to keep the community safe.
So basically they are implying that the morally correct path now, is that four year olds have to take on the responsibility of keeping us, the mature people safe.
Maybe instead of allowing them to finger paint, we should teach them to drive ambulances and fight fires or put boxes next to hospital beds so they can be nurses. That way we could use these responsible pre-schoolers to replace all the essential service workers we have dismissed in our drive to inoculate everyone, continually, against this mild virus that everyone is catching and spreading, regardless of whether they are vaccinated or not.
To me it sounds bonkers, and yet few are publicly questioning it, which leads to another question, what happened to our priorities? When did we reach a point where many will fight for toilet paper, but few will fight for their own children? And what hope is there for a society where the majority won’t put their children’s health first?
In silence they ignore the growing stories about adverse reactions and even state, condescendingly that myocarditis is a mild and treatable affliction. It is not. That is a lie.
But why would they do this?
When I was young I used to goad my deeply religious mother. As I found more and more holes in the bible, I took pleasure in pointing out that her religion’s dogma was full of inconsistencies. Then one day she turned to me and said, if I didn’t believe in my religion, I’d kill myself.
That for me was a major lesson.
Mum didn’t need facts, in fact she would effortlessly overlook them in order to satisfy the need that her religion serviced. A need to know, that once she had survived the hardships of this life she would go to heaven and be happy.
I learned the lesson so well, that to date I rarely debate religion with anyone. If they need it, and their belief doesn’t affect me, so be it. Whatever gets you through the hard times.
Now though, the question is, has the Covid Narrative become a religion, and where many Christians wear a cross around their neck to show their allegiance, are these Covidites, likewise wearing the mask?
And if this is true then the deeper question is, what is their pay off? And we are allowed to ask this question for their new religion is subjugating us.
My mother’s payoff was spiritual immortality, yet the Covid dogma offers no such destination. Instead, it offers more of the same, segregation, continual inoculation, maybe for life, the constant threat of restrictions and lockdowns, masks of course, constant fear and coercion, and over and above all of this, the pressure to remain silent.
Questions now are becoming a crime. Sacrilegious. The sign that you are a secret pagan. Better to play it safe and shut the hell up, even when their new lies are so obvious as to be insulting to the senses. Even when their new lies threaten the health of our children.
Safety. This is all I can think of as an answer to the destination. And the clue to this came from a substitute teacher who told a class of seven-year-olds,
“The Government will keep you safe so you have to listen.”
She had to say this. It’s part of her new duties.
Yesterday I sat on the steps of a hotel with a load of people who have listened but hear only lies. They are the resistance, and we were sheltering from the rain. Across the road, past the police, Novak Djokovic was incarcerated in a cheap hotel for refugees.
We talked about this, in our constant search for answers, and one of our brothers quipped, that he had been to every single march since they began, and while many of those he had marched with had since caught covid, not one of them had died. And considering the fact that we always shook hands and hugged, the truth is if the fear was real, we should have all been buried months ago.
Instead, we all know scores of vaccinated people who are sick with Covid. Services are now suffering because so many of them are sick. We are unemployed due to our choice, yet willing to work. But instead of questioning the inoculation, these sick people are lining up, for hours, to be tested and or racing to take the booster, like they were celebrating the mass of a new religion.
And of course, as always, and guided by their government or should we call them priests, they are blaming us, the bare faced, unvaccinated heathens, who occasionally stop laughing and smiling, to chant out the bedrock word of our outlawed religion . . . “Freedom.”
Excellent!! Thank you for being so honest, it’s a breath of fresh air!!
Ha ha ...nicely put .