Here's What I Really Want To Say

To my normie family and friends

How’s it going? It’s me: your brother/son/friend.

I know you want to get back to normal and forget everything that happened. I get that. But there are a few things I want to say before we do that.

First, you want me to take you seriously as a person. But you just took three shots of an experimental genetic therapy that you keep insisting on calling a vaccine for a virus that posed you almost no real risk. What’s the infection fatality rate of SARS-CoV-2 anyway? Something like 0.2%. Right? You know that that’s two people in a thousand, and that thousand people includes all the obese people, the people who haven’t exercised in decades, the people who live on Big Macs and Big Gulps, and the people with horrendous chronic diseases. Those people.

You? No one like you died from covid. No one. And yet you rushed out to get two shots of that stuff, even though an mRNA “vaccine” has never been successfully brought to market. And every time they tried to make a vaccine for a coronavirus, it killed half the animals they tested it on. You know, there’s a reason most vaccines are tested for up to 10 years before being approved. And those old-school vaccines are built on platforms that have been in use for decades. You took a completely experimental vaccine that had been tested for a few months, created by companies with long histories of wrongdoing, and approved by regulatory bodies completely corrupted with Big Pharma money.

Do you know the level of risk in that? We’re talking Evil Knievel-level risk. We’re talking drunk cave diving-level risk. We’re talking the running of the bulls in Pamplona wearing clogs-level risk. Look, I’m supposed to be the risk-taker in this relationship, but you totally blew me away with this pharmaceutical Russian roulette you’re playing, so I guess I have to tip my hat to you. But, really, you want me to treat you like an intelligent person when you did something so arrantly stupid and risky that it essentially negates every intelligent and sensible thing you ever did before the goddamn covid pandemic. Erases it. You’re so far into the red in terms of intellectual credit that you’d have to create a unifying theory of everything and explain the miracle of human consciousness to even approach the level where I’d be willing to take you seriously as person ever again.

Oh, you say you researched the “vaccine,” but let’s be honest: When you say “researched,” what you mean is that you read in the New York Times that the “vaccine” was safe and you took it. That’s what you mean, isn’t it? I’ve seen you research a show on Netflix way more than you ever researched that vaccine. Please, be honest. I mean, if you researched the “vaccine” the way you research an Air BnB, you would have gone running and screaming from that thing like it was Freddie Kruger with a Maga hat. And speaking of Maga, let’s really be honest, the real reason you took the damn vax is because taking the vax was the ultimate way of proving you’re not a Trumper. That’s right, isn’t it? You were stupid enough to make life-changing medical decisions based on tribal loyalty, right? You’re in the good person tribe. Not taking the vax was somehow racist, homophobic and transphobic. Somehow, by you taking the vaccine, Donald Trump was supposed to suffer. Let’s just forget for the time being that he basically paid for the development of those vaxxes.

But here’s the thing I really don’t get: You were supposed to be the smart one. I mean, you did better than me in school. You got into way a better college than me. And you got that really good job. You’re a member of the “elite managerial” class. But if you’re so cognitively elite, how did you manage to fall for the hamfisted propaganda and lies that your mechanic, your lawn guy and your maid saw through from a mile away? Doesn’t it just sort of drive you crazy that those peons you look down on figured it out, and you and all your fancy dinner party friends marched off like a gang of epsilon-minus semi-morons to the nearest vax center to get shot up with that crap? I mean, aren’t you guys sort of embarrassed around each other? Do you feel like a gang of suckers who’ve been hustled into some timeshare presentation at a resort, united by the feeling of shame and wishing you had the balls to head for the door? Or do you just keep parroting those tired lines to each other: “Well, guess what? I finally got it! I’m so thankful I’m triple vaxxed otherwise it would have been so much worse!” (Conveniently forgetting that your unvaxxed brother had Delta, which was supposed to be much more severe than Omicron, and he shrugged it off like a mild hangover.)

I’ll tell you what: I want the old you back. I want to meet the pre-2020 you. If that person had taken three shots of a vaccine and then immediately got the disease it was supposed to prevent he would have been raising bloody hell. If that person had seen the data showing that the most vaxxed countries on earth had the most disease would have called it a massive public health disaster. If that person knew two people who had a stroke and one person who had a heart attack just after the shot he would have gone on a hunger strike in front of the FDA offices in Washington. Where’s that person? Are you telling me that all it took was a few weeks of scary images from China and Italy for you to completely jettison all your powers of reasoning, your common sense and your intuition? Honestly, I had you pegged as a better person than that. What happened to you?

Please, be honest with me, I’m your brother/son/friend. Tell me, in your heart of hearts, do you know that all of this is wrong? I mean, does this even look like a real pandemic to you? Do you know anyone who died of covid? No, don’t tell me about someone’s 90-year-old mother who died in a care home with covid. Don’t tell me about your neurotic cat lady friend who neatly transitioned from a decades-long bout of Epstein Barr, Lyme disease and gluten intolerance to a debilitating case of “long covid.” Maybe I’m crazy, but I thought a pandemic would mean everyone would know someone who died of the disease. I thought it meant field hospitals, trucks coming through town calling “bring out your dead!” and mass graves in football fields. I mean, you saw those videos of nurses and doctors dancing in empty hospitals, right? In the middle of a supposed pandemic! That didn’t get your spider sense tingling? My guess is that you know the whole thing is bullshit, but you’re just too much of a miserable coward to say anything about it. You’ve worked really hard to get this far, right? You don’t want to get cancelled, right? You’ve still got a mortgage, right? And you’ve got two kids to put through school, right? You’ve got a lot of great excuses. What you lack is balls.

I notice you really didn’t seek me out when I couldn’t go to a restaurant or a bar because I didn’t have a vaccine passport. Talking to me would have been a bit awkward, right? But it certainly didn’t stop you from waltzing into restaurants, hanging out in bars and taking overseas vacations. Look, perhaps I flatter myself, but if you were suffering some kind of discrimination, I’d be outraged. I’d be standing right next to you screaming for your rights. I would make it my mission to bring down whatever hateful government or corrupt institution was holding you down. It would be personal. But you, you couldn’t even bring yourself to pick up the phone and see how I was doing, or ask if there was anything you could do. Not even an encouraging word. Sure, I get it: To speak with me would have reminded you of your own cowardice and your willing participation in the system of evil. But, I’m your brother/son/friend.

But look, I’m okay. I’m one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose my business. I kept food on the table. It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s the millions of people whose lives were utterly destroyed by mandates, lockdowns and those poison shots. You never uttered so much as a peep of protest. You even voted for the people who committed those crimes. You spent the years before the pandemic rabbiting on and on about “privilege” and yet when the least privileged members of our society were booted from their jobs for refusing the jabs, you said nothing. When blacks were disproportionately excluded from restaurants, you said nothing. When children were forced to mask up and locked out of schools, you said nothing. One of the greatest crimes ever perpetrated against the human race has just been committed, and you said nothing. Not even privately.

How am I supposed to feel about you knowing that, had we been Germans in the 1930s, you would have looked the other way when they dragged the Jews off to the camps?

Intellectually, I try to tell myself that you’re also a victim. They scared the shit out of you, isolated you and then pumped your head full of lies. But, I also know this: I tried, time and time again, politely, patiently and carefully, to tell you the truth. And you ignored me. You got angry at me. You threatened to cut me off.

How am I supposed to go back to feeling the way I did before, in the old times? I have just endured two years of extreme discrimination and you said nothing. If you and everyone like you had had the courage to stand up and say something, or simply refused to go along, we wouldn’t be staring global fascism and economic collapse in the face. Frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever feel the way I used to. I wish that weren’t the case, but I cannot unsee your behavior of the last two years.

And somehow I know that even saying this won’t be enough to snap you out of your stupor.

But here’s the thing: I’m part of you. You can hide from me. But you can’t hide from yourself.

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