Biosecurity Theatre
The other day I was at an aquatic centre in Vancouver, heading for the pool. “Excuse me, sir! Sir, excuse me!” says a lifeguard rushing toward me. “Do you have a face mask?” I squint and look around. Nearly all the swimmers walking about on the deck are unmasked, which I point out.
“Oh, they’ve probably hung them somewhere. You need to have a face mask when you come out onto the deck….but not when you’re swimming,” he helpfully adds.
Extended pause while I process this new development. “I can get you a face mask,” he says brightly. (So I can go hang it somewhere and walk around on the deck like nearly everyone else?) I tell him this the first time I’ve heard this. “I’m going for my swim now but I’ll abide the next time I’m at the pool,” I say and march off.
I suppose I should be relieved swimmers are not required to wear a face mask when actually in the pool. At least not yet. (For the God of Biosecurity Theatre is a jealous god who demands nonstop rituals from his flock. )
And of course, nearly everyone in the hot tub were without face masks as well. I suppose that’s because Sars-COV-2, an admittedly bad but manageable virus, is not so cruel as to target a large group of people relaxing in a hot tub. Just as it will never target unmasked people eating at a restaurant table. (“Oh, there’s one over there with a mask off! Ah no, I can’t infect him now, he’s enjoying a club sandwich.”)
I swim some lengths and then head for the sauna, where I come across three middle-aged guys bemoaning the difficulties of flying, what with all the airline COVID tests and whatnot. The first, who I will call Larry, then announces he’s going for Pfizer when he gets his first booster shot. Brand loyalty, I suppose. The second, Curly, says he’s had the AstraZeneca and Moderna jab. “That’s good,” Moe responds. “It’s like getting different shooters at a bar, you’re covered.”
If this was intended to be funny or pithy, it wasn’t greeted with chuckles. Larry and Curly simply nod sagely at Moe’s astute liquor analogy. I feel like I’ve stepped into an anticlimactic Three Stooges routine. Shouldn’t one of them be falling onto a heating element and poking the others in the eyes in revenge?
Of course, these three guys sweating it out in the sauna aren’t much different from the rest of us these days. Since 2020 we’ve all become experts/stooges on epidemiology, virology, vaccinology, cytology and scatology.
I’m no actual expert in any of these things myself, of course - with the exception of scatology, which come to mind when dealing with muffled, mutual face mask non-exchanges with retail workers and baristas doing pantomime behind plexiglass barriers. (Which of course, don’t work, as even the NYT concedes.)
I think I know the difference between DNA and RNA, Dr. Fauci and Dr. Faust, gene therapy and Gene Roddenberry. I have no advanced degrees - I’m a cartoonist, for Christ’s sake. But I don’t need to be a seismologist to know when the ground is shaking, or a meteorologist to know when someone is pissing on my Blundstones and calling it an atmospheric river. And I don’t have to be Dr. Robert Malone to not mistake old-school injections using weakened or dead strains of viruses for experimental mRNA technology under emergency use authorization.
Sunbeams from Cucumbers
For almost two years it’s a been a nonstop assault of fear, fabrications and fudged figures over COVID and its variants, and then over the vaccines targeting these mutating micro-menaces. At the outset I was like everything else, convinced that COVID was as bad as the modellers at Imperial College were saying - but in time it was clear that non-social distancing Swedes weren’t going to obligely drop like flies, as mathemagically prophecied.
(Speaking of modelling, Imperial College’s Neil Ferguson is an old hand at this sort of thing. In 2005, he said that up to 200 million people could be killed from bird flu. It almost seems like Ferguson modeled himself after the “scientist” in Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s travels: “He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in vials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.”)
In time, much of the worst projections for the pandemic turned out to be wild overshoots. So once the COVID vaccines were rolled out, the fear merchants were compelled to go into full tilt terror mode, bypassing the known safe and effective treatments available in favour of a rushed experimental jab. The problem is, empirical evidence kept getting in the way of extracting sunbeams. It turned out that the COVID-infected jabbed could have viral loads equal to or greater than the COVID-infected unjabbed. Heavily vaccinated countries are now experiencing massive rises in COVID case numbers, and just three months previous a study found increases in COVID-19 are unrelated to levels of vaccination across 68 countries and 2947 counties in the United States.
Of course, you can share articles from peer-reviewed scientific journals with friends and family till you’re blue in the face - or blue in the hyperlinks - and get nowhere. Such is the power of the incessant media propaganda, leveraging the average person’s unspoken but immense fear of death. As a result, they cannot or will not consult anything but The Science™, as excreted through their favourite corporate alimentary tract.
And of course, they think the inverse of the opposing side, believing they’ve all drank The Kool-Aid, from a chalice poisoned by Orange Thing himself. Each side might as well be communicating through tin cans connected by string.
That said, the narrative continues to crumble, requiring the fear merchants to “catapult the propaganda” in the memorable words of war-on-terror president George W. Bush. This means the messaging is departing from reality by greater and greater margins, and is now light years past satire, Swiftian or otherwise. (When will it be widely recognized as such? As Mark Twain observed, “it‘s easier to fool people than it is to convince them they’ve been fooled.”)
Here’s one example. In June the FDA conceded the mRNA vaccines cause heart damage. A September study at the University of California, Davis found explosive rates of myocarditis in the young after the second shot of the vaccine. Incredibly, a person 12 to 17 is more likely to be hospitalized with myocarditis from the vaccine than from COVID itself.
Cardiologist Dr. Peter Mcullough notes that myocarditis has a normal incidence of 4 cases per million. “We should basically have 640 myocarditis per year [in the US] as a background rate. Our VAERS system [Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System] has 11,000 cases. So we are far beyond the background rate,” he said in a recent interview with Dr. Brett Weinstein. Mcullough cites another recent study that found deaths from the vaccine at any age group are more likely than actually taking a chance with COVID-19.
He should know. Mcullough was vice chief of internal medicine at Baylor University Medical Center and a professor at Texas A&M University. He is editor-in-chief of the journals Reviews in Cardiovascular Medicine and Cardiorenal Medicine.
It’s remarkable that on the heels of the above information about vaccine-induced mycocarditis we have a brand new affliction. Coincidence theorists, take note:
Move over, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), you have a bouncing baby brother: Post-Pandemic Stress Disorder (PPSD)! That’s what’s causing the heart issues, not vaccines!
I almost feel sorry for the architects and promoters of this jabberwocky. Because without the jackboot of full-on tyranny descending (and we may be close) they are in an increasingly untenable situation. Consider this: your government has to manage two difficult tasks in tandem: convince the unjected that the injection works so they get the shot, and convince the injected that the injection doesn't work so they get the booster shots. Square that circle, mofos!
But there’s always Omicron
Oh my God, Omicron, the Greek letter that’s an anagram for moronic! Surely this one, hailing from darkest Africa, will be enough to scare dubious proles off the couch and onto the medical merry go-round of successive shots.
But once again, it appears evidence-based medicine is getting in the way of the fun. One spoilsport is Dr. Angelique Coetzee, a private practitioner and chair of South African Medical Association, who said all the symptoms of Omicron she’s witnessed were “very mild” and could be treated at home.
Every infectious microbe that’s ever survived evolves to become more transmissable but less harmful to the host. So it appears Omicron is more contagious but less pathogenic than Delta (like Delta was for Alpha), suggesting that natural herd immunity is on the way. Natural selection in all its wisdom is evolving the virus to make COVID vaccines obsolete, even if we accept they were necessary in the first place.
So Omicron will do it’s thing in the real world, as a microbe evading vaccines fashioned for a predecessor that’s no longer in circulation. It will also do it’s thing in the imaginary world, as a fading fixture in the demonology of health policy wonks. Perhaps after the wonks exhaust the Greek alphabet they’ll move on to the names of past or future hurricanes for new variants - Doreen, Edna, Chelsea, Beyonce, etc. - and after that, the Periodic Table of Elements.
The Powers That Delete likely don’t intend to let up on this microbial mystery tour any time soon. However, there is a projected end date of 2030, that glorious year invoked by the World Economic Forum (blessed be Our Schwab) as the completion of the “Great Reset,” when every last one of us shnooks will have green passes allowing us to fully participate in a shrunken, cashless economy with an attached social credit system, and where every move - physical or virtual - is tracked and scored.
That’s the likely reason why they want to scare the Bejayzus out of the remaining refuseniks into getting the jabs - so they get the passes, which are digital toboggans for the frictionless slope of global mass surveillance, compliance and operant conditioning.
The refuseniks are the last ones standing between the relatively free world prior to 2020 and a digital dystopia friendly only to the Davos superclass of jet-setting billionaires, where the state reserves the right to inject anything it wants into your body. (UK government heath advisors are recommending halving the booster schedule from six months to three.) A world where “isolation centres” currently being built in the UK, Australia, Canada and other countries may eventually function as internment camps for any variety of dissenter, medical or otherwise. (And make no mistake - the vaccinated are already experiencing the bullyboy tactics used on the unvaccinated.)
“Not only do we have a failure to remove this product from the market…we are turning civilization upside down and playing with the idea of mandates to essentially bully anyone who wishes to protect themself and their family from this product which…shouldn’t be on the market in the first place. Anyone who wishes to protect themself will be stigmatized and punished, and is actually going to have their civil liberties removed in order to accept it.”
- evolutionary biologist Brett Weinstein in conversation with Dr. Peter McCullough
Back to the Pool
I return the next day to the aquatic centre, wearing a face mask onto the deck, as I promised the lifeguard. I put it aside and jump into the pool, where I see a woman swim by in one. “You’re wearing a mask swimming?” I ask. “Mmfflf ffflt bbblt,” she responds through her wet mask, and adjusting it says, “I’m a caregiver for the elderly, I have to take precautions.” I nod and swim off, figuring she’s doing some physical therapy in close quarters at the pool that day. But then I see her again later. Nope. She’s not spending time with anyone elderly in the pool, she’s just a well-propagandized prole alone with a pool noodle.
As for the young lifeguard who offered to get me a face mask the previous day, I’m sure he thought he was being helpful and responsible. I’m in no position to judge him, and in any case my poolside encounter registers only a blip on the annoyance scale. It’s others who concern me, further up the social hierarchy, who blithely follow orders and don’t question the system. Because as history has shown, those able of believing in absurdities are eventually capable of supporting atrocities.
Utterly FABULOUS!
Best Christmas present so far...posthumous applause rings down from Ralph in heaven