After all, what's 32,000 deaths and permanent disabilities, between friends, right? In just 9 months of trying.
So let's keep injecting it over and over, and double or triple or quadruple those numbers, forever.
For reference, in the '70s, when the Swine Flu vaccine was rolled out, it killed 53 people, and they pulled it immediately, and never spoke of giving it to anyone again. You could look it up.
FTR: 32,000 dead or crippled for life is only more vaccine deaths and disabilities than every other actually tested and approved vaccine in the History of Ever, since we've been keeping records, combined.
For a disease which, for the infected, has roughly a 98.4% survival rate, in the U.S., overall. And gets better the younger from age 80 you are.
And we still have no wild idea what this shot will do to people in 2, 3, 5, 10, or 20 years, nor to the next and all succeeding generations, and we won't know that for 1, 2, 4, 9, or 19 more years from now.
Just comply?!? Pfffft. Not bloody likely. Never, never, never, never, NEVER give up!
Recorded in 1964, prophesying 1984, and ripped from tomorrow's headlines. Originally a failure, then it caught on, got re-released with added instruments, and went all the way to No. 1, and single-handedly re-united now-legendary artists and high school music buddies Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel, who had split up after their first album crashed and burned.
Leaving us a foundation stone of folk rock that remains always way too prophetic. Just like right now, this very minute.
For The Record: We should have built them back, on the exact spot, just like it had never happened. Not left a gurgling pit of remembrance, up the street from a mosque. Their precise restoration would have been a far more fitting memorial than would a hole in the ground. The twin holes should have been radioactive craters in Mecca and Medina. With a list of the next 20 locations to be forever expunged published and promulgated worldwide, pour encourager les autres. Ask Carthage how that worked.
Today, I remember and mourn the departed from that horrible day, as the last Americans to live their entire lives, until the last desperate hour or so, in something akin to freedom, never knowing or imagining the nannyist police state our homegrown terrorists in our own government would emplace in the aftermath of actual terrorism. And because many of the victims did what real Americans do: they ran into burning buildings, to help their fellow citizens. They took on serial killers with rolled up magazines and butter knives. They died as a sacrifice to a bloated bureaucracy that had grown stupid, fat, and complacent, and wholly abrogated its mission to preserve liberty, and then turned around and made it ten times worse in the aftermath for the free people, rather than the perpetrators.
And that's it.
The endless wars in service of the military industrialist complex, the serial rapes of the Bill of Rights, the demagoguery by an endless conga line of liars, cheats, and thieves, I give no thought of whatsoever.
It's another anniversary for me. That day, that very morning, twenty years ago today, was the first day I was employed to work in the Emergency Department. I'd been a nurse for six years, but spent most of that as the medic on motion pictures and television shows, but having decided that wasn't why I became a nurse, decided some weeks earlier to return to the hospital, and get into the game, get paid for what I was worth, and make an actual difference, instead of merely doing my best to make sure my services were never needed by watching over the pampered playthings of the studio industry.
I had finished all the b.s. HR classes the previous week, and was driving in to work from 5:30AM PDT that fateful Tuesday morning to begin my first shift in the world's busiest E.R. About halfway to my first day at work, the first plane crashed into the Towers. Bound to the limitations of radio, I assumed it might have been another overcast day, and some wandering pilot had clobbered the skyscraper, much like the lost pilot who had done the same thing to the Empire State Building decades before.
Shortly before arriving at work, the second plane hit.
I needed no one in officialdom to confirm for me that we were, at that point, being hit. Two collisions isn't a coincidence.
My fellow Southern Californians, many sitting at home and watching what transpired on a bright, crystal clear morning in the Big Apple on their televisions, had already reached that same conclusion.
I know this, because I was approaching the nexus of three of the busiest freeways in Los Angeles, at a quarter to 7AM local time on a weekday. And I was absolutely alone. It was like being Charlton Heston in The Omega Man: driving on deserted freeways and streets at what should have been the busiest part of the day.
I got to work in time to hear management tell the previous night's shift they were all being held over indefinitely, "because planes may start coming down into downtown Los Angeles any second. We just don't know, and we're Main Trauma receiving for the whole downtown."
And then, shortly afterwards, I watched the Towers collapse, live, on the waiting room TV.
First one. Then the other. Watching what appeared to be tens of thousands of people snuffed out in an instant left an overwhelming dread, and a numbing shock. It made for a pretty memorable first day on the job.
So I've spent most of my professional career with the entire nation at war. I helped train nurses and medics who later deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan, again and again, because U.S. big-city trauma centers, at that time, were seeing more gunshot wounds in a month than the Marines saw in the first six months in Afghanistan, so such centers were the keepers of the keys to how to do trauma medicine right. Until endless tar-baby retarded slogfests over there turned into an orgy of maimed and shattered people, from IEDs from here to Hell.
I watched as liberty turned into a police state, rather than common sense precautions. We should have known how wrong and how badly this was going to go, when instead of depriving the terrorists over there of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, we did it instead, Japanese Internment Camp levels of wrong, to our own free citizens here. And then doubled down, every single time. Our leaders never missed an opportunity to miss an opportunity.
I watched another generation of vets become the new Vietnam vets, used and abused, for nothing, and discarded both en masse and one by one, in return for giving arms, legs, and souls to a pointless effort, because some jackass thought we could impart democracy to people who can't even read, and then twenty more thought that gender and perversion and whiteness were more important enemies to fight than people willing to fly airplanes into buildings in service of their 6th-century way of thinking.
I even had the chance, as a disaster turned into an endless and pointless meat-grinder, to rejoin the military. They moved the goalposts that far, out of sheer desperation, that guys formerly retirement-age were now inductee age, including me, if I'd wished it. I did the math on that: now single, combat arms, prior-service Marine NCO, trained trauma nurse. And realized I'd probably be shipped to the Baghdad ER after a cursory two-week indoc and OCS, and spend my entire career trying to turn meatsacks blown inside out back into the brave soldiers and Marines they were mere minutes earlier, while dodging incoming rockets and mortars myself. There's a reason I don't work the cancer or burn wards (it's spelled Kobayashi Maru), and the dotMil already had not one, but four bites at the apple for my services from my earliest youth, and managed to not need me for anything more hazardous than killing people off in Cold War "peacetime", with a tedious predictability. I have the multiple DD-214s to prove my readiness to offer my body for this country, but five times was a bridge I could not cross. I stayed where I was. And now, despite all our nationwide efforts, my wars, rather than being distant memories, are the nightmare future of my every waking day, stretching beyond any horizon of things to come that I can see. So don't worry, kids, if you couldn't get to SWAsia. The fallout from the first 9/11 means very soon, the war will be on your doorstep, and it's gonna be an all-skate boogalooapalooza. Guaran-damn-teed.
As one bitterly accurate brilliant wiseass put it this week, we spent two decades, trillions of dollars, and thousands of wasted lives, to replace the Taliban with...the Taliban.
Only government can fuck up something so simple in so colossal a way. It wasn't hubris, or anything so complex. It was purely and simply what happens when the stupidest, most evil, and most power-hungry incompetent and corrupt people in the room have been given the keys to the machines for 40 years, non-stop.
Looking at the America of today, twenty years onwards: if you told me terrorists wanted to destroy the biggest corporations we have, along with the Pentagon, the Capitol, and the White House, and then they did it, the average bystanding American would look at that act, and vote any such groups a perpetual monetary allotment in the high 10 figures per annum, make them our firmest allies, and send them our undying thanks. Because the kakistocracy who thinks they're running this fornication of the original intent have done a much better job of wiping their asses with the Constitution, and setting it on fire, than terrorists would have if they'd crashed into the National Archives with a 20MT nuclear weapon that detonated on impact.
Don't get me wrong, the terrorists of 9/11/01 are perpetrators of one of the vilest crimes in human history. Not for what they did, which was intrinsically horrific and evil enough. But for the avalanche of serial failures of our would-be overlords inflicted on a once-great nation since, from the inside, that have gotten us to where we are now:
So far past Totally Fucked, we can't even see Totally Fucked with a telescope pointed far behind us.
For unleashing that, there is no circle of Hell low enough, nor everlasting enough, nor flames hot enough, to provide suitable recompense for what they unleashed.
And the internal conflict upon which brink we're all teetering - make no mistake, it's going to tip into that abyss - is going to make this country's last Civil War look like a church picnic egg toss.
If you can't mourn that catastrophe, I don't know you, and I don't want to.
May God have mercy on the enemies of this great people. For I shall have none.
With the announcement of widespread blatant and open abrogation of fundamental civil liberties Thursday by the Pretender-In-Chief, by both federal and complicit state governments and private employers, delivered with all the enthusiasm of a two-year-old late for his naptime, hundreds of thousands to millions of Americans have a grave choice on the horizon: stand up and be counted, walk away, or "just follow orders", and if the last, be rightly counted as the SS and Gestapo enforcing the new Federal Kristallnacht Plan, and administering its implementation. I'm talking about the minions of government, from local apparatchiks all the way to the teat-suckers from the District of Criminals.
I beseech you, one and all, to choose wisely: either refuse to comply, or walk away.
Because the minute those unconstitutional directives are put into play, wholly apart from the 19 governors and 2 state AGs who've already pledged to fight this hogwash tooth and nail in the courts, you're facing a much bigger problem.
It's the 80-effing-million-plus Americans who may not be inclined to wait and see how unelected black Nazgul feel disposed to view their human rights and civil liberties, or wait patiently for the interminable wheels of justice to grind their grist, when their livelihoods, their families, and their very corporeal existence, is measured out in paychecks, bank balances, and calories.
And if you draw a federal paycheck, or one from a state or county, or even a city that isn't fighting this tooth and nail, as the rubber-meets-the-road end of this deal, you're going to have a real big problem looming in your windshield in about 0.2 seconds.
All those put-upon folks will not, y'see, patiently sit back and watch their bank accounts drain down to zero - AGAIN.
They will not meekly watch their pantries dwindle to dust bunnies, while their children complain of hunger, and their spouses' faces become gaunt and hollow.
They will not meekly and serenely submit to becoming involuntary refugees in their own land, beholden to DotGov for everything from food to shelter to medical care to life itself, purely at Leviathan's whim and pleasure.
Long before those days, they're going to reach over the mantle, or into the closet or safe, and they're going to grab rifles, and load magazines. SOME OF THEM ARE WAY AHEAD OF THE CLASS ON THAT, BELIEVE ME. And then they're going to declare open season on every motherfucker with an ID badge, a business card, or license plates that ID them as government minions. Every. Last. One. No game regs, and screw the bag limit.
You're about to become the buffalo herds and the passenger pigeon in the coming morality play, entitled Bosnia X Rwanda, in Beirut.
And they'll break your government rice bowl, steal your government cheese, tear down your meathouse, and end your pathetic existence, in about a New York Minute. If even 1/10th of them set about that task, they'll only outnumber every member of the entire military and governmental machine, nationwide, by 2:1. (And, word to your mothers, two-thirds of the people you think are "your guys", most particularly in the dotMil, aren't "your guys", never were, and never will be. So you're likely behind the 8-ball at 6:1 odds against, or worse, for openers.)
If even 1% of the unvaxxed decide to end this bullshit that way, it would be an army only sixteen times bigger than was the raggedy-ass Taliban of illiterate goat-herders who just chased us out of A-stan with our nose bloodied, no nuts, and our tails between our legs.
And it's not going to be a stand up fight, and there'll be no front lines.
Government employees will get popped taking a crap. They'll be shivved in the bathroom with weapons better than anything prison cons can make, limited only by the imagination of the makers, with the whole world of choices at their fingertips. Do you have enough hired guns to cover each and every one of you while you pee or take a shit? Every day, every time? Forever?
What about when you get coffee at the corner? You'll be garroted taking out the trash and walking the dog. Your Amazon package will explode. Maybe it will take out your spouse or kids. Maybe that won't be an accident. Your house will keep catching on fire. Even odds, after all the doors and windows are sealed shut.
You won't have any Green Zone or friendly air cover for your work, nor the trips to and from. There aren't enough cops and feds to protect you, and enforce the normal laws, and crime is rising already on that front even as we speak. You'll be bait, and all that will be left after will be an empty hook, ready for any schmuck stupid enough to apply for your job five seconds after your life insurance is activated.
And maybe, just maybe, you'll have the same terror visited on you that Mr. Fraudulent just threatened 1/3 of the country with. Maybe they won't kill you, the first time. They'll just use a length of pipe or rebar to turn your knees into a jigsaw puzzle, and your teeth into pea gravel. You'll be just as unemployed, at least until you learn to subsist on oatmeal puree three times a day, and how to walk again. Maybe. Someday.
Maybe your car won't explode when you start it. Maybe your gas line won't accidentally leak and blow up your house and half the block while you sleep. Maybe random bullets won't fly through your windshield, or into your cubicle from across the street, or through the walls of your house at all hours day and night. Maybe you won't keep losing co-workers in crosswalks, or falls onto the subway, or drowned in the toilet, or electrocuted when you grab your own doorknob, or any one of a hundred other ways.
Maybe.
But I wouldn't bet on it, because broke and hungry people aren't known for their compassion towards their tormenters.
Not me, of course. It goes without saying. I'm morally upright, and law-abiding. I don't even tear the labels off mattresses. But in a talent pool of 80,000,000, not everyone you can imagine will be as kind, sensitive, compassionate, patient, understanding, and steadfastly law-abiding as I am. That's why I'm not advocating this. Nuh-uh. Nope. Not me. Nosiree. The folks you least want to, will figure it out all by themselves, and your first clue will be a blinding flash of pain, with less warning than Pearl Harbor. But you're willing to bet your future on the imagined, and imaginary, reasonableness of 1/3rd of everyone in the entire country? Every day? Non-stop, once this nonsense kicks off? Gutsy move, man. ROWYBS. Hope it works out for ya.
Because when the payback starts - note, when, not if - no one anywhere will give a wet fart for what happens to you, including your overlords. Things are tough all over, cupcake.
Like every serial rapist the DemoCommunists install in the Oval Office, Gropey Joe thinks this gig means no one can say "No!" to him any more. The fact that not everyone will lie back and quietly submit to being vaxx-raped at his behest is going to be one the worst-kept surprises of the century, I can promise you.
But this doesn't have to befall any one of you. That's because, unlike what Gropey Dopey didn't give 80,000,000+ Americans in his vaxxholian little tantrum, you've got something that lets you avoid all the unpleasantness to come.
You actually have a CHOICE.
As advised for ALL impending catastrophes, BE SOMEWHERE ELSE.
You can tell your bosses, "Hell no, we aren't doing that. Not any of it."
You can even sabotage it from the inside, and pass on intel to the outside.
Or, you can just walk out the door, without a peep.
Take family leave. Stay home until the shooting stops. Months, even.
Either way, if you're not one of them, you're not one of Them.
It's that simple.
I mean, just imagine:
So, you can either be one of the people getting fed, for a while, while you load the boxcars with your friends and neighbors.
Or, you can join the citizenry, and start monkeywrenching this entire tyrannical regime, in every way possible, with a clear conscience, the moral high ground, and righteous perspective on the fascist cancer metastasizing before our eyes.
But whether you like it or not, your bosses have forced this choice on you, too.
And you're either with liberty and freedom-loving Americans on this.
Or, you're with the terrorists. Starting with the Terrorist In Chief.
Maybe ask the Last Guy how it worked out for him and his regime, being the Ace Of Spades. While you decide which team you want to play for. And consider an early retirement, versus swinging in whatever breeze blows under the open trap door on the gibbet, or taking one - or about twenty - for the team.
Offer limited while supplies last.
And once the kickoff whistle blows, you're out of options.
Literal Trigger Warning: Overwhelming desire to shoot out your monitor screen may follow if you watch this clip. It's also a case study in megalomaniacal insanity.
Look, you miserable lying sack of shit.
You Pretend Wannabe Fraudulent Unpresident Accidency.
You shambling puddle of festering fecal detritus burped out by cruel Fate to plop your putrescence in this land rather than any other, and make the outward reality twice the shithole that is your inner repugnant soul.
You have none - zip, nada, zilch - authority to fling about royal decrees and medical "requirements". The controlling authority for America is the Constitution, which predates your sad little faux regime, and by Natural Law, which predates and supersedes even the Constitution itself. You have no more authority to attempt to overrule those than you do to command the tides to abate or gravity to cease.
Not at me, not at anyone. We don't elect kings, and we didn't elect you, and every swinging dick in 50 states knows it, however scared they are of the consequences of admitting it. Your every waking moment has been a lie for going on a year now.
So if you think you can rule by decree, I tell you here and now:
FUCK "CIVIL" DISOBEDIENCE TO YOUR BULLSHIT, YOU MISBEGOTTEN SON OF A BITCH. SIDEWAYS, WITH A RUSTY CHAINSAW. AND THE HORSE IT RODE INTO TOWN ON.
MINE WILL BE UNCIVIL AS HELL. IN YOUR FACE, AND TWICE AS FURIOUS. SATAN'S BOSOM, TO WHENCE YOU CAN DEPART NONE TOO SOON TO SUIT ME, WILL BE A WELCOME RESPITE FROM WHAT I'LL BE INCLINED TO DELIVER.
OPEN THE BALL, MOTHERFUCKER, IF YOU HAVE THE BALLS. (Maybe Jill can tell you in which sock drawer you left them.)
YOU'RE NOW PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE TO EVERY SINCERE AMERICAN, AND WILL BE, UNTIL YOUR TRIAL AND EXECUTION FOR CRIMES AGAINST THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES.
YOU WANT A WAR? THIS IS HOW YOU GET A WAR.
AND THOSE OF US WHO TRUST LIBERTY, RATHER THAN YOUR LYING ASS PRONOUNCEMENTS, WILL RAISE SUCH AN ARMY AGAINST YOU AS WOULD GIVE SATAN HIMSELF PAUSE. AS WE HOPE HIS INFERNAL MAJESTY WILL EXPLAIN TO YOU FACE-TO-FACE, IN THE VERY NEAR FUTURE.
CONGRATULATIONS. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE FAMOUS. YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE INTERNET FAMOUS. YOU'RE GOING TO BE LEGENDARY: PEOPLE WILL TALK ABOUT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOU, STARTING THE DAY YOU GOT TOO BIG FOR YOUR BRITCHES, FOR THE NEXT THOUSAND YEARS, AT LEAST. AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY. BEST WISHES WITH THAT.
You have announced, herewith, all-out war against the liberty and freedoms of everyone in America, purely from the addled whims of your swiss cheese Alzheimer's-riddled brain (in absolutely the most generous and expansive definition of that last word). So be it.
In your status as Imaginary Leader, you have just declared war on every American who has refused the Vaxx. How d'ya expect that war here will work out, after a mere 50,000 goat-humping peasants with small arms just kicked your ass all the way out of SWAsia, after kicking you in the balls, and bloodying your nose, while your minions kissed their asses?
You have sown the wind, and now you will reap the whirlwind. Right here at home.
Not "might". WILL.
Consequences will follow, as surely as night follows day. May they land squarely upon your neck, around which they wholly belong. And bear you from a gibbet to the underworld afterlife you so richly deserve, as soon as Nature and Nature's God can arrange that meeting.
I hope that was absolutely crystal clear.
And a note to regular readership:
When someone announces their new federal Kristallnacht Plan, take them exactly at their word.
Could somebody get a big icepack for Dr. Fauci to put on the giant red handprint on the side of his face from that roundhouse bitchslap from a Nobel Prize Winner in Medicine? And maybe a crowbar, to get his glasses un-imbedded from his cheek, after he pries his own head out of his ass?
That's because I never take medical advice from a functionally senile Alzheimer's patient being propped up in a job he never earned, with no better than 50/50 odds his Depends are even changed regularly. I commend the same standard of care to one and all.
Hey, Mr. Potatohead! I have a couple of injections you should try yourself:
Mike has some thoughts about the state of things at Cold Fury today. RTWT
My thoughts on that? Jesus H. Christ.
I have some vague recollection of watching the Establishment and their Enemedia minions brazenly and openly steal, outright, an entire presidential election (and then two senatorial elections, to tip that balance as well), with everyone watching, in ways so obvious as to be notable to Stevie Wonder from geosynchronous orbit in space.
Maybe only *I* saw that. Maybe it was all just a dream.
And then I see Mr. Fraudulent, Emperor Gropey Dopey the Ist, Anointed Leader Of The Serial Fuckup that is become this nation, and former republic, now only one of the banana variety, and I realize it isn't just me, and it wasn't a dream.
So having people, anyone, even those firmly on our side, calling for "MOAR ELECTIONS! VOTE HARDERER!!" is like watching a Spelling Bee at the Special Olympics, with the soundtrack provided by Retarded Kids' Nails On A Chalkboard.
WHAT THE BLISTERING HELL IS IT GOING TO TAKE BEFORE PEOPLE UNFUCK THEMSELVES, SMELL THE COFFEE, AND WAKE THE FUCK UP?!?!?
Asking for 100,000,000 friends and neighbors.
Your country has been stolen from you, FFS. A sternly-worded letter to the editor and chanting "We Shall Overcome" is going to work for you now about as well as it would have in Moscow in 1935.
We're past voting at them, harder. Looooooooooooooong past. Ten months of astonishment, and seven-plus months of the most concentrated series of deliberate own-goal shitshows ever seen in the history of this nation, by a guy who not only couldn't get elected to the White House once in his entire career - including 2020! - but can't hit the toilet instead of his Depends most days, if he even remembers to put on the latter. Alzheimer's does that to you.
We tried the bloodless ballot-box revolution, so beloved of this nation the entirety of the time we were an actual constitutional republic. Now, however, we are manifestly neither of those things.
The other side decided the time had come, finally, to preclude that option. You think they're going to give you a second chance on that, EVER?
The Other Side made the choice to end honest elections. On their heads be the consequences. Or hopefully, around their necks. And once a nation crosses that Rubicon, there is no other way out of what follows.
The only way this nightmare ends, EVER, is with rivers of blood, and mountains of skulls.
Ours. Or Theirs.
I vote for Theirs. I'm sentimental like that.
And the sooner the chattering Punditry gets off the tracks, and gets on board that train, the sooner the train can start building a good head of steam to get to that station.
Conversely, the longer they stand there on the tracks, gawping and dumbfounded, because Things Aren't Working Like They Always Did, the more likely the train goes the other way, and unloads at the sign that says Arbeit Macht Frei.
Dealer's choice, Blabbermouths.
Stop whistling past the konzentrationslager.
Pull your thumbs out of your pieholes*, and start loading magazines. Or start loading boxcars.
There is no Third Option here.
Put up, or shut up.
First one to "Harumph!" is on Their side. No Do-Overs. Stop Commie-splaining, and man up.
*(Regular readers of this blog can imagine for themselves which orifice I was more inclined to supply there.)
(LINK)On Feb. 11, the World Health Organization indicated the AZD1222 vaccine efficacy of 63.09% against the development of symptomatic SARS-CoV-2 infection. The conclusions of the Chau paper support the warnings by leading medical experts that the partial, non-sterilizing immunity from the three notoriously “leaky” COVID-19 vaccines allow carriage of 251 times the viral load of SARS-CoV-2 as compared to samples from the pre-vaccination era in 2020.
Thus, we have a key piece to the puzzle explaining why the Delta outbreak is so formidable — fully vaccinated are participating as COVID-19 patients and acting as powerful Typhoid Mary-style super-spreaders of the infection.
Vaccinated individuals are blasting out concentrated viral explosions into their communities and fueling new COVID surges. Vaccinated healthcare workers are almost certainly infecting their coworkers and patients, causing horrendous collateral damage.
Continued vaccination will only make this problem worse, particularly among frontline doctors and nurses workers who are caring for vulnerable patients.
Health systems should drop vaccine mandates immediately, take stock of COVID-19 recovered workers who are robustly immune to Delta and consider the ramifications of their current vaccinated healthcare workers as potential threats to high risk patients and coworkers.
The Vaxxes are all a waste of time. In fact, as noted, they're actually driving the re-infection bus.
And that's before we pile on with the documented risk of death and permanent disability all those DNA-changing frankenshots carry, simply by anyone getting them. We will have no idea of long-term consequences, including to succeeding generations, for decades.
Except for those who die immediately, or in short order.
Half the ER is ICU patients on holdover, because not enough ICU nurses.
2/3rds of the ICU holdover patients in the ER intubated, on multiple drips. Including one of mine.
So, stay over in double-time, on a holiday, because day shift is shorter than Danny DeVito standing in a hole?
TANSTAAFL.
Nothing a 12-hour nap didn't cure.
Short ICU nurses because: half of them quit during/after COVID Hell. Haven't been able to replace them at any price.
Short ER nurses because: 30% of them quit/left because of COVID Hell, and now Vaxx Mandate.
ER and ICU population due to anything to do with COVID patients now: Less than 10%, hereabouts. (This will be different at points eastward from Califrutopia and south of NYFC.) Compared to Peak COVID Hell last Dec-Jan, it's a relative nothingburger. Number of previously-vaxxed or previously-COVID-infected patients (or both) I'm seeing with new COVID infections: climbing, daily.
Forecast: Shitstorm brewing for your healthcare outlook. Guesstimated Chance of Widespread Third World Status, if nothing changes: 30-40+%. You can't run the engine this hot, this hard, this short of oil and coolant, and not expect to crack a block.
We understand TPTB thereabouts require a picture of your face and your home, to confirm your obedience to their tyrannical demands and controls in this most egregious vaxxholian idiocy. We would be remiss if we had not offered you something to send in to them, whenever requested.
Feel free to use it with our compliments, and highest regards, as often as you choose. Exactly like 99.9999% of the memes you see here, which subsequently appear everywhere, we made it in Shop Class, ourselves, just for you.
We can't be sure, but we suspect if they get this pic 20,000,000 times an hour - or more - for a few days, the phone lines they've set up will cease to function. Just spitballing there.
(Now, imagine if some of you lot forwarded or posted those call-in phone numbers online, so that another billion or so folks outside your gentle land were able to join in on the fun. Doubleplusungood, right there. Your choice. Operators are standing by...)
Feel free to imagine what might ensue were posters of this, or anything similar, were to start popping up, on power and light poles, walls, and the windows of police cars and official vehicles thereabouts.
What's that? They'll send John Law after you for non-compliance?
Really?
All 17,000,000 of you who remain unvaxxed?
Allow my colleague, and Professor Of Liberty Studies, Dr. Solzhenitsyn, to inform your further decisions at that point:
One can but wonder, at that point, how long until they run out of enforcers, and with common citizens now happily armed with something better than hammers and pokers in many cases?
I haven't seen it in comments here, (though some elsewhere), but for any Slow Learners out there, kindly note that our ire and commentary regarding OzCom is directed entirely and solely at the government there at every level, and not at the average 'strine citizen of that Commonwealth.
I know a couple personally, including some PGP back-channel comments, so a few pointers, as shared elsewhere.
1) Anyone who thinks they all turned in everything they own which goes "Bang!" should contact this blog to make me a cracking good offer on purchase of a bridge I own, for sale cheap.
2) The ones I know, and the ones I've met, in the day and recently, are all "G'Day, mate; have another beer, and we'll put another shrimp on the barbie for ya" types. Until they're not.
3) Much like natives of Vancouver, they're polite to a fault, making even LDS folks and Japanese look rude, and when the time comes, as they twist necks over until they crack, they'll tell the crumpling corpse "Apologies, mate", as they let it fall to the ground.
4) The few words I've had from the ones I know included the info that they were "working out which throats to cut". They were not speaking metaphorically nor figuratively.
5) They have their douchebags, and their fair share of Karens, as does any land nowadays. And every Animal Farm has its Pigs. But they have not all gone full Proggy West L.A./Frisco/Central Park West retarded, and anyone who believes that is the case doesn't know Jack or Shit about the breed. If they get on boxcars, it'll be to take everything of use off, and then burn it to the wheels, after staking the engineer to an anthill, and running the engine into the next train, on a bridge, which they'll then blow up. They will call this sort of thing "Good fun!"
6) They are not a folk to be messed about, as they have been, and rest assured, there will be dire and permanent consequences for the current recent assclownery perpetuated by the OzCom government Down Under.
7) For the impatient, note the actual timeline between the date the Argies seized the Falklands, and the date that became a historically Bad Idea, when the Empire struck back, courtesy of Her Majesty's Forces.
Nota bene that those actions were undertaken by the Poms that Australians consider too civilized.
8) The problem OzCom's government has, is that their OzSAS types can think for themselves (indeed, as a requirement), and such types tend to become a double-edged sword in times like these. And the average 'strine-on-the-street, not to mention the average prior service military type from Oz, isn't half a step behind them either.
9) This will not end happily nor prettily for the OzCom government, in any sense. If they are very, very lucky, they'll be allowed to back down, and resign quietly, and probably depart into exile for life.
10) If not, they'll be bait for crocodiles and wild pigs, their fate spoken of seldom, save in a tone reserved for fairtytales meant to frighten wayward children, and chill the bones of hardened criminals lipping off on Death Row.
A PM and a few more MPs and provincial officials hanging neckwards from Sydney Harbour Bridge might go a looooong way towards nipping that sort of silly communist shit in the bud, in places far removed from the point of origin, and we expressly commend same, pour encourager les autres.
Anyone who thinks this will end otherwise, or downplays the likelihood of severe and dire outcomes to those pushing this retarded agenda, should rethink their premises accordingly.
We therefore unreservedly commend any actions in furtherance of liberty there, and wish the people of Australia nothing but the best in the ongoing animating contest for their own freedom, including Good Luck, and Good Hunting.
The OzCom government, and any minions supporting or defending it, at any level, should either desert and switch sides, with all arms, ammo, and intel, in haste, or prepare to conversely Rot In Hell, you execrable sons-of-bitches.
So for those thinking this would be over by the commercial break, kindly cool your jets, and wait patiently for the upcoming and inevitable "FOOM!"
It's really that bad there, and if anything, all four of us have understated it.
They have moved from parliamentary democratic republic to full-bore Orwellian Communist dictatorship in about 0.2 seconds. Even Russia and China didn't fall to communism this fast.
And this response is nominally to a virus, in a country of some 26M souls, which has killed fewer people there total than have died to date from it in just our own District of Criminals hereabouts (1,032 dead in Oz, total). Using COVID as a beard for this draconian over-reach is weak sauce: this is pure unquenched lust for totalitarian control, and nothing else.
Their former government has now forfeited once and for all time, any further claim to legitimacy in anyone's eyes, anywhere.
Commensurately, any former social contract between the government and the governed there, or any former allies, is irreparably broken.
Any action against that government is therefore entirely within bounds, not least of which for every member of same, from dog catchers to prime minister, and necessarily includes stringing them up by the neck, or putting same up against a wall and summarily executing them, or any lesser included response.
Open season, screw the bag limits.
That means wherever and whenever found, short of open and public renunciation of said government by any former members, and joining active resistance with the people of the Commonwealth of Australia to depose that government forthwith.
And lest ye forget, write this lesson on your palm with indelible marker:
WHEN ANY GOVERNMENT DEMANDS YOUR GUNS, ALWAYS TURN THEM IN BULLETS FIRST, TO EACH AND EVERY OFFICIAL OF THAT GOVERNMENT YOU MEET.
God may have mercy on the sons of bitches now running the People's Republic of Australia (henceforth known as OzCom).
No one else should, but arranging the meeting is now entirely within the bounds of civilized behavior.
When a government flips so completely, and so rapidly, the deep rot was into the very bones of that republic, and moderation in the pursuit of liberty is no longer any virtue.
In short, in and for Oz,
IT'S OFFICIALLY TIME TO START SHOOTING THE BASTARDS IN THE FACE.
We note FTR that we specifically warned where things in OzCom were headed on this blog back on August 18th, but were assured in Comments by trusted local sources Down Under that we were over-reacting to internet hokum and hyperbole.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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