Some days ago, Michael Rothman posted — I think on MeWe — how the plot we’re living through was completely unlikely and it would/should have been rejected by the editor without a second glance.
Some of the things he said were of course giggle worthy, because that was exactly what he was going for. Stuff like “this virus is lethal, and everyone is locked down to avoid it, but you’re still encouraged to go to the grocery store.” Or “You have to wear a mask on entering the restaurant, until you sit at the table, and then you’re magically immune, and can take the mask off.”
But there’s a lot more he didn’t say. Which is even more insane.
I find myself routinely trying to talk my mom down from the crazy cakes sh*t they’re selling in Europe. Stuff like “America has lost more people in this virus than they did in two World Wars combined.” I told her I don’t know. I haven’t looked at the numbers. But if we did — so what? Our population at the time, now almost 100 years ago, was not that large. And the big difference was the population lost. In the two wars, it was mostly young, fighting age man. Now, it was mostly people who would have died within six months.
Or when she said “But the US has lost so many people.” And the answer is “Supposing the numbers aren’t doctored — and of course they are, since hospitals get more for treating Winnie the Flu than anything else, and were promised no audits and, well, when hospitals are semi-closed for anything else, how are they going to survive otherwise? — so what? There are three hundred million of us, mom. More than thirty thousand of us die in car crashes every year.” Because this is part of the problem, just like people in Europe can’t picture the size and breadth of our country, they also can’t imagine or picture the multitude we are. So they look at the raw and inflated death data, and think we’re all dropping like flies.
Mom of course, also tells me they’re dropping like flies there. Are they? I don’t know. She says they don’t inflate statistics there. Do they? I don’t know. Which is our very first problem. But there are others. Many many others.
Cast your mind back, past the gaslighting insanity, to the beginning of this, about a year ago. We were seeing pictures of China, of people dying in convulsions from cytosine storms; videos smuggled out of people being welded in their apartments. Careful analysis done of how the crematoriums were running over time.
Was that real? Was it an amazing psy-ops? We don’t know.
We do know what we expected. As Italy — which as I said at the time has a completely different population and culture, so not the same — sank under the lack of hospital beds, our media and the left went insane, and became convinced we’d all die like flies, in the millions.
But you kind of need to unpack their back brains to understand the origins of their panic. You see, these people know a lot of things that just ain’t so. Their picture of the world has some contact with reality — maybe — in that I think they recognize things like air, and trees and sometimes even humans But when you get into why things happen and how, well! They might as well live in an alien world, as the picture has bloody nothing to do with ours.
Part of it is that most of them work in professions that involve the manipulation of symbols, but also that the way to get there is to go through college degrees and at least pretend to be indoctrinated. I don’t think the leftists were pretending. They are, as I said before, the good boys and girls. The respect authority kind. I think they bought it.
So, in their heads quite divorced from any real history they have this mental map in which people are healthier, happier and have better health care, the closer a country is to socialism.
Besides, a lot of them have been to Europe, and saw lots of well dressed, leisure-enjoying people in coffee shops. If those people, with their free health care for all, failed to save themselves from the dread plague, how will the US fare: MILLIONS OF DEAD. MILLIONS.
Hence the lock down. They didn’t look at the relative number of ER beds. They didn’t look at the fact that Italy has what is even compared to ours, a geriatric population. They didn’t look at the fact that any culture in Europe has a lot more physical contact between strangers than we do — yes, even Germany — because they use public transport a lot more; their bars and restaurants cram more people together, and oh, yes, they live in apartments more, which means often shared air, etc.
They also failed to take into account what now seems almost sure: that Italian doctors were doing strange and bizarre things in panic. Like the craziness with respirators, which also started here. You know, put the very elderly on respirators and shred their lungs, which simply don’t take well to pressure. Even here, the respirators don’t seem to help, and might hurt. And part of it is that apparently they’re hellishly difficult to set right, and that the tissues of the elderly are fragile.
Anyway, so they panicked, and they came up with “two weeks to flatten the curve.” Which was bloody stupid, and costly, but might actually have helped, if the virus had been what we expected from China. MAYBE.
But then they were afraid to open up.
You have to understand: as far as I can tell leftists have a pre-scientific mind. They’re moved by impressions, and deep set beliefs. And, because most of them really don’t believe in anything beyond their personal life (and I don’t mean supernatural, they also don’t seem to care much for what happens to other people or the world, after they’re gone. They might in fact not fully understand that one day, inevitably, they will be gone) the most important thing in the world is to keep their own personal life.
And they’ve never looked at numbers. And are unlikely to understand them, if they do. Their ideas of the world are formed on the penumbras of entertainment, the “news” and the system they were taught in school.
I remember, back when this all begun, I was screaming about the Diamond Princess numbers not being that bad, even when you count the fact that these people were all pushed together, that most of them were elderly, and that cruise ships are floating virus palaces. And I got told that those people got first rate medical care…. in a cruise ship. You know, those things where flu can actually kill vast numbers of people, and where diarreah runs rampant.
So here we are, a year of two weeks to flatten the curve. I don’t even know what our governors THINK they’re doing. I understand Polis, who must be innumerate and have trouble counting his fingers and getting the same number twice in a row, still thinks if he unlocks completely people are going to drop like flies, and 10% of the population will die. But I also think somewhere, in his walnut sized brain, a suspicion might be forming that when people are let out to live normal lives they will talk to each other, realize almost no one died who wouldn’t have died of anything anyway, look at what he’s done to our capital and our beautiful state, and that he’s going to be chased out of the state by Coloradans wielding torches. If he’s lucky of course.
And he’s not wrong. But what’s plan B? Keeping us locked up forever?
Why not, the amazing geniuses who used this plague of madness to take over DC seem to think they can stay there forever, if they just keep it surrounded by razor wire, and keep hunting “extremists” and “insurgents” under everyone’s beds.
That CDC thing, instructing the armed forces to hunt down insurrectionists in their midst identifies things like supporting the 2nd ammendment, thinking you have constitutional rights, or, you know, being anti-abortion as being “radicalized.”
Yes, you read that right. In the US, in the 21st century, believing you have rights as an American, the rights enshrined for us by the constitution, means that you’re dangerous, and a terrorist.
Oh, and communicating online is “escalating violence.” I swear I’m not making this up. By the lights of that briefing, I’m engaging in violence right now. Against whom,you say? Well, their cherished beliefs.
Look, I don’t think — or at least I hope — that most people on the left believe this, but at college level, at least, there are a lot of people who believe that your beliefs shape reality. This is why we get the left doing things like trying to curse Republicans and/or levitating the mint.
They are right in a way, of course. Their beliefs change reality…. for them. Because they live in a savage’s world of miracles and wonders, of portents and images that might or might not mean anything. Because they bought into a system that has nothing to do with reality, they can’t examine reality, or reason in any sense of the word. So, you know “people are dying under socialism” means “More people will die here.”
Which is the only thing that can make sense of their bizarre decisions: you know, why pot dispensaries are safe, but churches aren’t. Why grocery stores are safe, but fabric stores aren’t. Why we must all hide and wear masks to protect ourselves from something that, if we kept proper numbers, might not even be a bad flu.
And the problem is this: In the real world, out there, this is unmaking civilization, and destroying mankind’s ability to look after itself and to advance.
Already, connections, and the ability to get food — which the US grows the most of for the world — is breaking down in other countries. Already, even here, we have people in serious trouble financially, physically, etc.
Someone posted on farcebook a while back that the biggest hit from this nonsense will be this year. We’re going to see people die in droves because — having pre-existing conditions — they couldn’t wear masks to go to the doctor. We’re going to see people die in droves, because a lot of medical professionals — I swear I’m not making this up — are refusing to touch their patients while giving physical exams. A lot of people are going to die because they didn’t get needed tests. (I live with two people who are a year late on blood tests, because they’d have to wear masks while waiting, and that gives them problems.) More, a lot of people are going to die — are already dying — from despair and depression.
And here I confess I’m not doing very well myself. The only thing that can be said is that I’m working more than last year, aka the year the locust ate, but I have a good week, then get slammed down by depression for two.
The calculation on that is simple and frankly makes perfect sense. I realized sometime in my twenties that a lot of my hard-depressions could be headed off at the pass if I took at least a day a week, got out of the house, went to see people, and do something different in a new environment. I was most productive if on top of that we took a weekend every two or three months and went to something fun a little further away (Denver, when we lived in the Springs.) But I’m asthmatic. And I live in Colorado. Which means I have the choice of wearing a mask even at the zoo, or the botanic gardens (which is the most anti-scientific lunacy ever, since even if the virus were that lethal, it dies in the sunlight.) Yeah, mostly I wear the face shield. Which is still uncomfortable. But honestly, just driving around depresses me. Like last time we drove through town, there was a couple about our age, out for a walk. Both wearing masks. NO ONE NEAR THEM, except people in cars. They presumably live together. They’re outside. On a sunny day. Masked.
So I don’t go anywhere, except when I absolutely have to, which is usually the grocery store, and then I run through it like a mad person, to avoid screaming “Have all of you lost your minds? What are you afraid of? Do you see corpses piled on the street? It’s been a f*cking year. If you’re going to have it, most of you have already had it?”
So I stay inside the house for weeks at a time and I get depressed.
More depressed when someone in my conference says things like “What’s the big deal with wearing a mask. It keeps you from catching something that if you catch it will probably kill you.”
Probably kill you…. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL. You have something like 98% of chance of surviving it. HOW will it likely kill you? Unless you’re over 90, of course. And even then.
And then there’s the mask lunacy. Don’t get me started on the mask lunacy. Because we’re going to lose people because of the f*cking masks. And we’re going to have people permanently impaired, too. If I had to work outside the house, I’d probably be disabled by now, because a mask is enough to bring serial asthma attacks. And apparently lung cancer — sudden and very aggressive — is on the rise, and one article I saw thought it was the masks, and rebreathing. The article disappeared, of course.
But all of this is on the background of the mask packages themselves saying they’re for “fashion” purposes, and don’t really deter infection. And hell, this was a known fact until this year.
In fact, the mask cosplay seems to be around for one reason only: to continue to keep people scared. To delay the point at which the population at large realize they’ve been taken for a ride by their “betters” who in fact have no idea whatsoever how the world works.
And if you think that bad, think of how the world will feel, since they caught the panic from us, since normally our science is more reliable than theirs. And they’re going to starve. A vast portion of the civilized world is going to know hunger this year, for the first time in centuries.
The extent to which none of this made sense — though I knew it of course — dropped on my head in September, during our cannon-ball run cross country. Because every state enforces the madness differently. And some places are really mostly open, either officially or not.
So? So, there is no difference in their rates of infection or death. Which — again — for most people in working years, most people under, oh, 80, are negligible.
And no, no one is disparaging grandma. Except that I come from a society in which sixty was old, not the age at which you started a second career. And eighty year olds were so rare I saw my first one when I was 14. What allows grandma to be in the age group most at risk of COVID-19 is wealth. Which we are destroying, while keeping grandma locked down and making her waning years a living hell, to ward off a largely imaginary danger.
Michael Rothman wasn’t wrong. This novel isn’t very convincing. It reminds me of those novels of the seventies, written by authors on drugs, and accepted by editors on drugs, which strove to me “far out” instead of rational.
So far, it gives me a Phillip K. Dick vibe. The novels, not the movies, which inject some coherence.
Only Phillip K. Dick was chaotic, not malevolent. His novels didn’t seem to gloat over the inherent destruction of humankind.
And I’m getting a very strong feeling that’s how the novel ends. Humans, having run away from reason (perhaps driven mad by the very pace of progress) take apart the civilization that allows them to exist.
Right now I see two ends. One of them has the astronauts in the ISS trying to get Earth and getting no response, because the madness escalated, and everyone is dead.
The other? The other cuts 100 years ahead to cavemen scratching the soil amid the ruins of the civilization of “the gods” who came before them.
I don’t like either. I always thought those endings were a cheap cop-out.
It’s time to realize that the curve is more than flat. That what we face (and mostly now have herd immunity to) was at WORST a bad flu. That our supposed betters are a bunch of arse-monkeys who don’t even understand plain facts, let alone science.
Is it time for torches and pitchforks. Oh, more than time. Because unless the torches and pitchforks come out, those two endings are all that is left.
They weren’t fun or clever even in the seventies. They were exasperating. And eventually people got turned off from reading because of them. Because anything is better than irrationality that thinks itself clever.
It’s even less fun living through this. The seventies are dead. Stop taking hallucinogenics and look at reality. The danger was never what you were sold. Keeping insisting that we’re all going to die doesn’t make you clever or superior.
It makes you a caveman who is afraid because the shaman told him only the magical fabric on face can protect him from the wrath of the science gods.
And frankly the rest of us are looking up how to make torches, and there’s about to be a run on pitchforks, as we speak.
I don’t care if you want to hide under your bed forever and wear five or six or even seventeen masks. It’s your business.
But the business of life is living. And to provide for life, humans need to work. Magical money from the government isn’t edible. And neither is that mask.
Go and hide if you wish. Let the rest of us go free.