It is difficult to believe that people would not care about their own health, the health of their children, or the loss of their freedoms. But I believe that this is really the revelation I was looking for; they just didn’t care. And even weirder still, they actually liked what was happening. And they always will like it.
What exactly do I mean by that?
One thing I think we have all noticed right from the beginning is that the folks that scrambled to get the masks, fell in lockstep for the lockdowns, the social distancing, and then jumped to be the first in line for the vaccines, did all of this with a rather large dose of glee. Remember the little round band-aids they put over their vax holes they would show off on social media? Sure, they were scared, but most seemed to be scared in that sort of exhilarating way—excitement, a banding together in the face of adversity. “Together we can beat this thing! Who’s on board!?”
Of course, the rest of us were the ones NOT on board, and the “normie’s” excitement stopped with us. I can imagine how the anti-war dissenters felt during the two Great Wars of the 20th Century—these dissenters were practically unheard of, they were smashed pretty quickly and thoroughly. A bit noisier were the protesters of the Vietnam War in the United States. Were these, mostly young men and women, loved by the stock and barrel populous of America? Not on your life.
Today the dissenters are conspiracy theorists, anti-vaxxers (which is equivalent to being anti-life to most sheep-types) and science deniers. What joy it gives those who are winning one for the Gipper to hate such people, to push them out of the tribe, and label them despicable and deplorable. To be a sheep folk is like being part of the winning team. They like being the popular kids who are in good with the school principal and school administration and the popular teachers—anything for Uncle Sam or Johnny Canuck (or whatever patriarch or matriarch your country holds dear to its heart).
Truthfully, these folks wouldn’t know if a crocodile ate off their right leg as they hobbled along on the remaining left one. They are resilient, and nothing seems to bother them—until it does. Then it is easy enough to blame that annoying thing on something else. Of course, the favourite perpetrators of unpleasantries these days are Climate Change, Long Covid, or Russia (specifically Putin). Soon we may see others such as aliens from Planet Xeon. Whatever distraction works, and nearly anything works on these folks.
In their defence, however, this subterfuge has been going on for quite some time. Most of us have been guilty of missing the evil that lies underneath all of the bright and shiny things the higher powers have dangled in front of us to coerce us to comply
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