The world ends all the time. On the regular. And then a new world begins. Most people don’t notice.
But then there’s moments where what was, all the patterns of life you were used to get burned before your eyes, in real time.
And sometimes you don’t dare talk about it. Other times you talk about it, but no one listens, because the entire thing is so bizarre, you’re a little shell shocked and afraid to make any guesses as to what has shattered your reality so completely. You can’t say anything. You don’t even dare. Because you sound like a lunatic, when in fact, it is the world that’s gone insane. Or at least the people driving the bizarre changes.
On 9/11 I remember sitting in front of the TV, while people talked about how everything had changed and wondering if they were right. I mean, I was hurt, grief stuck, but not really feeling that earth-shattering change that everyone was predicting.
And in fact, except for a long war we weren’t allowed to win, a brief disruption in flight patterns, and the curse of yet another federal bureaucracy and another intrusion on our constitutional rights….. life went on, pretty much the way it had before. Maybe a little crazier.
I’m not discounting, mind, the horror of 9/11. But life, as life, didn’t change, and unless your real-estate was in a certain area of NYC, neither did it.
These last seven months, though, I’ve kept thinking “I wonder if — 9/11 not having worked to destroy us — someone is having another go.”
And I can’t even really guess whom, because I can’t think that China was behind 9/11.
On the other hand, perhaps we owe the Truthers an apology. Only an apology of sorts, though. I mean, beyond the fact that fire does — in fact — melt steel, there are far bigger problems with their theory, including the fact that a conspiracy of that magnitude wouldn’t be silenced, and that frankly, Republicans, even eGOP aren’t very good at conspiracies.
On the other hand, they were absolutely right about the idea that there’s absolutely NOTHING governments won’t do to attain and keep power, as we’ve seen in 2020: from a virus whose lethality and effects are grossly exaggerated to produce panic, to the rigging of elections in such a way that the people have effectively stopped having a say in their governance.
Which brings us to the end of the world. My world at least.
Periodically, for good and sufficient reason, we have to venture to the center of Denver… which now looks like nothing I could have imagined in January 2020.
I have read a lot of books set during or just after World War II in London (mostly mysteries. It just so happened some of the great mystery writers were working there, at that time.) I am familiar with the tone of “Everything changed. It’s a different landscape. If I’d known this was coming, I’d have done– I’d have visited — I’d have enjoyed–“
At some point one of you guys said something about after New Year’s we’ll wake up in January 2020. And I thought “Oh, that would be lovely. I’d at least have two and a half months to say goodbye to all the places we loved, the things we enjoyed doing, the city that — despite it making no sense — I loved as my hometown.”
Because that’s the worst thing, you know? I ‘ve lived in this area for over thirty years. I always intended to go for high tea at the Brown Palace, but we never had time/opportunity/whatever. And now the area isn’t even safe, and, oh, yeah, we’re locked again and can’t possibly do this. And when/if we’re let out of unconstitutional mass-imprisonment the chances of it (or any of our other favorite places) being around are very very low. I mean, the estimates are 75% of restaurants will close. Other places? Who knows?
The zoo, the museums, all send us continuous appeals for money, but seriously? How many people can donate to the facilities they can’t visit? I mean, really, the botanic gardens demand we wear masks — outside. with minimal occupancy. And no, I’m not about to do that. And I don’t think I’m alonne.
And again, all this was commanded in the name of not very much. All over the world. Coordinated. On no scientific evidence whatsoever. (No, there is no scientific evidence of any kind that masks and lockdowns help slow (much less stop) Covid-19 or in fact any other respiratory virus. There is a lot of Chinese flim flam about it, but again — seriously — who believes China, at this point? Take the distancing: six feet here, three feet in Europe. What’s the science in this? Masks? What is meant by masks? Because apparently 17 layer masks do have a barely perceptible effect. But the largely decorative fabric over mouth? yeah, none. If the idea is to stop us from sneezing on each other, perhaps just “Don’t sneeze on other people” which worked for swine flu, as much as anything else.)
Now, if this were a minor thing, if they were requesting we cough into our elbows, or perhaps blasting the airways with hand washing public service announcements, it would be annoying, but forgivable.
Instead, they’re reaching into every one of our lives, and changing the way we live. They’re destroying businesses and restaurants that it took a lifetime to build. They’re destroying education — or at least what passes for it — and ripping apart entire industries. They’re taking us back to a time when flying is something the very rich do.
And all for what? So people don’t catch a disease which has a 98.5% chance of survival? (MUCH higher than that if you only count those younger than 65.) And that from tested cases, which are mostly people who display SOME symptoms.
Yes, I am a terrible person. Indeed. I want grandma to die, indeed. Or not. Because how long do you think that a society that is hard-core destroying its wealth and its ability to feed itself going to be able to keep grandma alive? The third world is already starving, due to our spasm of idiocy. How long till it reaches us? Take a guess. It depends, of course, on whether we allow people to be beyond our reach, electorally.
Speaking of which, we in Colorado have had vote by fraud er…. mail for about a decade. Which means, generally speaking, our governors and mayors can do whatever they please and not fear being run out of power.
What they choose to do is illustrative.
Denver, particularly the very expensive urban areas, is not just being destroyed by the lockdowns — I mean, who is going to spend good money to rent in an area of town known for conventions, when the convention center is now a giant homeless shelter? Which restaurant — should it survive — will choose to stay downtown, when there are feral homeless camping in every sidewalk and parking lot? Which museums will survive, when people get shot on the street in front of them.
It seems like a memory from another life, that as little as a year ago, we ran across downtown Denver at night, to get to our favorite German restaurant (we couldn’t get parking closer.) I now wouldn’t cross those streets in the full light of day.
Think about it. Those areas were expensive real estate. For all I know they still are, but who would want to buy there?
And what kind of government WILLINGLY Detroitizes its city?
Unless of course, they don’t give a damn. And they’re mad at you, the people, because they know that without their extensive fraud apparatus, you’d kick them out in… a Denver minute.
Now contemplate that regime all over our fair land…..
I mean, if I weren’t on this here sinking ship, I’d laugh at the faces in Europe, when they realize that their cheering of American progressives means — largely — that they’ll starve, or get bossed by Russia and China.
But be fair, their surprise will be very brief, since the US has fed most of the world for decades and if we stop doing it, there won’t be much that survives.
And for us, none of this is funny.
A curious observation: in the most affected neighborhoods in Denver, the Biden/Harris signs have multiplied SINCE the election. At least doubled, maybe more. Also BLM signs have appeared everywhere.
They should be honest and put a up a sign saying “eat me last!” It would have the virtue of frankness and help about as much. Perhaps more, since it might make the looters and vandals laugh.
What do you do when the world ends, and what comes after is unimaginably horrible?
Other than determine to fight on, no matter how little you can do?
Nothing, I guess. Save mourn for the completely bizarre destruction, the wanton callousness that murdered a world that worked.
And refuse to kneel and beg.
Remember you’re Americans. They can destroy our world, but they can’t make us anything else.
It’s time for massive civil disobedience. It’s time to show them what we think of their illegitimate rule.
Hurt or not, Americans do not kneel. Not while we’re alive.