h/t 90 Miles
|Stop falling for it, every damned time.|
"I like a good story, well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself." - Mark Twain
|The White House, yesterday and everyday...|
"Fuck them and their rights. People will knuckle under to me, or die, even if I have to kill them myself." - Pretender-In-Chief Biden
What is it with DemoCommunists, that they're unhappy unless they're killing babies by the scythe-load, administering gulags and Holodomors, stacking up skulls from the Killing Fields, running Great Leaps Forward (Into The Mass Graves), or clot-shotting people with mRNA frankensauce by the metric buttload, while cutting off non-mRNA therapies that actually work?
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come." - Julius Caesar, Act II, sc. ii
Prudence is a fine thing, but those that see government agents under their beds and sofas will be the first ones those same agents load into the boxcars. Learn to be lions. Not chickens.
h/t Vlad Tepes
|COVID-19 vaccines: |
How significant is it that the two top FDA officials responsible for vaccine research resigned last week and this week signed a letter in The Lancet that strongly warns against vaccine boosters? This is a remarkable sign that the project of government-managed virus mitigation is in the final stages before falling apart.
The booster has already been promoted by top lockdown advocates Neil Ferguson of Imperial College and Anthony Fauci of NIH, even in the face of rising public incredulity toward their “expert” advice. For these two FDA officials to go on record with grave doubts – and their perspective is certainly backed by the unimpressive booster experience in Israel – introduces a major break in the narrative that the experts in charge deserve our trust and deference.
What’s at stake here? It’s about more than the boosters. It’s about the whole experience of taking away the control of health management from individuals and medical professionals and handing it over to modelers and government officials with coercive power. […]
At no point in these 19 months have we seen a clear admission of failure on the part of government officials. Indeed, it’s mostly been the opposite, as the agencies double down, claiming effectiveness while citing no data or studies, while social media companies backed it all by taking down contrarian posts and brazenly deleting accounts of people who dare cite dissenting science.
The vaccine was the biggest gamble of all simply because the program was so expensive, so personal, and so wildly oversold. Even those of us who opposed every other mandate had hopes that the vaccines would finally end the public panic and provide governments a way to back out of all the other strategies that had failed.
That did not happen.
Most people believed that the vaccine would work like many others before them to block infection and spread. In this, people were merely believing what the head of the CDC said. “Our data from the C.D.C. today suggests that vaccinated people do not carry the virus, don’t get sick,” Rochelle Walinsky told Rachel Maddow. “And that it’s not just in the clinical trials, it’s also in real-world data.”
“You’re not going to get COVID if you have these vaccinations,”President Biden said, reflecting what was the common view in the summer of 2021.
That of course turned out not to be the case. The vaccines appear to have been helpful in mitigating against some severe outcomes but it did not achieve victory over the virus. Israel’s surge in infections in August was among the fully vaccinated. The same happened in the UK and Scotland, and that precise result began to hit the US in September. Indeed, we all have vaccinated friends who caught the virus and were sick for days. Meanwhile, team natural immunity has received a huge boost from a large study in Israel that demonstrated that recovered Covid cases gain far more protection than is conferred by the vaccine.
The fallback position then became the booster. Surely this is the answer! Israel was first to mandate them. Here again, the problems began to show, as yet another magic bullet of disease mitigation failed. Then the inevitable headline came: Israel preparing for possible fourth COVID vaccine dose. So think about this because there is a sense in which the vaccines rank among the biggest failures: in a matter of a few short months, we’ve gone from the claim that they fully protect to they are pretty okay provided you get regularly scheduled boosters forever.
There have been some objections raised to the last few posts. Some legitimate, and some asinine. I won't call out names or assign categories to anyone. I appreciate you all. Generally.
|Don't be the exception.|
What part of "Kindly wake the fuck up, pull your heads out of your asses, and pay attention" that goes unstated in all this didn't come through your own personal 1MC? Would a chalk talk or crayon-illustrated lecture have helped at some point? Are you accessing the internet via satellite, from a deserted tropical island with a population of 1? Were you dropped on your head as an infant, with an alcoholic birth mother, and fed and raised on a diet of lead paint chips?
I'm going to break this down personally, and then generically. We'll see if the penny ever drops for you. There will be pictures. Because as drill instructors patiently explained time and again, there are no stupid questions, only stupid people.
1) There are something above 100+M people fully vaccinated in this country. It may be substantially higher than even that. The VAERS data is self-reported adverse affects. The number of actual adverse effects is probably 20 times higher than the number actually reported to VAERS. There is no mandatory requirement for anyone to report anything, and yes, anyone can submit a report. That's a feature, not a bug, in normal times, among people with average IQ.
|Listen to Casey.|
2) If you're going to throw out the VAERS data on the basis that the enormous number of reported sudden deaths, permanent disabilities, etc., are only to the sickest, who would have stroked out and died anyways, show your work. That means, Gentle Readers, if all you've got is pulling that excuse out of your underpants, because you have zero actual data, Shut The Fuck Up, and Sit Your Ass Back Down, In The Corner, With Your Dunce Cap Firmly Affixed To Your Head. The smart people are having a class you evidently don't wish to attend.
3) "But Aesop, there is no data to bring forth, because no one's made even a cursory effort to investigate a trail of dead and maimed bodies stacked FIFTEEN TIMES higher than 9/11, and OVER TWICE AS HIGH AS THE LAST TWO U.S. WARS COMBINED." Congratulations, you may take off your Dunce Cap, return to your seat, and rejoin the class already in progress. That little nag is exactly the problem, for a group of vaccines with more adverse deaths and permanent disabilities reported upon receiving it than pretty much every vaccine in human history, as long as records have been kept of them, combined.
4) Getting personal, I'm looking at potentially losing my job in a couple of weeks. On the face, a minor inconvenience. I've quit, been furloughed, downsized, and outright fired before, so this wouldn't ordinarily be anything more than an inconvenience. Typically, anytime since 2000, one lasting maybe a day. But not this time.
5) My idiot governor, who I just heartily voted to recall, but whom I expect will survive such attempt, after winning somewhere between 147% and 218% of the registered voters' votes in this latest sham election, has arrogated medical expertise, and decreed that every health care worker in the state shall be vaccinated. Which means if I lose my job at Ghetto General Hospital, I can't skip over to Callous Bastard Health Corp, or Nail The Doors Shut HMO and start work tomorrow. Not anywhere in 57 counties from Oregon to the Mexican border.
6) My original plan for that eventuality was to apply for work in Las Vegas, or Phoenix, a mere 400 miles away, and three or four nights out of seven, still be sleeping in my own bed right here, without a hiccup. Chances of getting hired either city, with my skills and experience, normally? It'd take about 15 minutes' time.
7) But then, Senile Gropey Dopey Joe told Gov. Gabbin' Nuisance , "Hold My Beer!", and announced the Califrutopian-stupid mandate would now be applied everywhere, coast-to-coast, for every health care worker, at any facility receiving Medicare or Medicaid federal funds (HINT: That's EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, IN THE NATION), and extended that mandate to every federal employee, and every employee of any company or corporation with more than 100 workers. Military, cops, firemen, doctors, nurses, techs, engineers, truck drivers, plumbers, clerks, janitors, waitresses, and people who work at McDonald's and Starbucks, nationwide, for the entire 80M or so unvaxxed. No exceptions. No exemptions. Get the vaxx, of get f**ked, because Uncle sez so. AS IF he, or anyone, even an actual elected president, had any such right to say so.
8) And I can't fly commercial. I'm not supposed to cross state lines. And they're talking about denying me permission to shop, even to buy groceries, or do anything else in public, with the dwindling money I'm no longer allowed to earn, anywhere, nationwide. And that's true now for every one of the unvaxxed and intransigent, or will be very, very soon.
9) In short, 80M people, most of whose bank accounts are rather severely drawn down after the last 18 months of economic devastation, are supposed to either submit to vaxx-rape, or stay home and quietly starve, after being evicted, or sitting in a home with no water, no power, no gas, no heat or A/C, after having anything they owe a payment on repossessed, as they and their families starve quietly, meekly, and submissively, while waiting for eviction for non-payment of property taxes, or living under a shopping cart by the overpass.
No points for figuring out what I'll actually be doing, if all other options are precluded.
|And just like in this picture, it's going to be a group effort.|
10) Because we need to protect those precious people vaccinated one, two, three times and more, from people like me, completely uninfected and untouched by the virus or the vaccines. Because science, bitchez.
11) And those 80M will next be, ...what? Rounded up and put in quarantine camps for the uninfected, to make the rest of you feel better about yourselves, like in Oz? Fed and tended in a modern-day Theresienstadt, until such time as it becomes too costly for government largesse, or simply inconvenient, and no one's looking, so let's give them all a nice shower, and a dirt nap?
"Oh Noes!!!! The American government would NEVER round up American citizens and put them in distant concentration camps, and mistreat them, purely out of hatred and for convenience's sake!!!"
|America's BTDT. Pull the other one; it's got bells on it.|
12) And faced with this exact prospect kicking off anew in a few days, I'm supposed to give a flying fuck that something I quite light-heartedly suggested, if actually carried out, might injure or inconvenience some Fainting Nancy, cause them to rush for their smelling salts, or wet their sphincter-bunched panties??? And they might, what, fire me and take away my employment, my profession, my ability to provide for myself, my home, my entire life?!?!?!? Is that what I and 80M of my friends and neighbors should be afraid of happening if we do anything to rock the boat at this point, beyond writing a sternly-worded note of protest to the editor of the local fishwrap? SRSLY, FUCKWITS?
13) Because an all-out civil war of existential existence between the two sides in this country, with rivers of blood, and mountains of skulls, will be LESS inconvenient to the general population than uncivil disobedience, intended to let TPTB know that they're fucking with the wrong people, before we have to start shooting those motherfuckers in the face, and then going after their families, to end their DNA in perpetuity, Carthage-style? Because that's the "B" plan right now, guaran-damn-teed.
There's but one response to that level of clueless shitheadedness and blubbering tearful "think of the CHILDREN!" level of reasoning skills:
I gifted this to Phil over at Busted Knuckles.
For all those timid souls thinking "Well, I'm not gonna do anything until everyone is gonna do something."
Screw that, pussies. Start local, local, local.
This has been tried before. Face facts: Half the reason Communism doesn't work is because it's Communism.
The other half is because the people - the very "workers" communists claim to represent, as a dodge to milk everyone - aren't communists. Proof: Russia pushed Nazi Germany from the outskirts of Moscow all the way back to Berlin. That's what Ivan can do when he wants to. But in peacetime? You get the Trabant.
So stop wishing and hoping, or pissing and moaning. Throw Leviathan and its acolytes a bone. But throw it sideways, so it gets stuck in its throat, and it dies a slow, lingering, painful death.
What do I mean?
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.
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.