Yesterday I suggested that, now that our self-styled “good” people, our “elites” have discovered that we can, in fact, do everything “right” (according to them) and still catch the Winnie the Flu, now that the pandemic seems to be waning into the endemic phase, now that they are shifting the narrative as fast as they can, that you, dear reader, “Never Forget.”
Do not forget what they have done to you, to your business, to your job, to your rights, to your freedoms, to your mental health, TO YOUR CHILDREN.
They’re spinning like a dervish trying to regain, or even just preserve a little bit of, the credibility they sacrificed at the altar of telling you what to do. And that’s all it was, telling you what to do.
Last year, in the middle of the winter, these pricks banned skating on the local drainage ponds. Ponds we’ve been skating on for near 20 years. Why? Because banning unauthorized fun makes them feel good about themselves.
Last year, they were calling bylaw enforcement on people walking their dogs in the park. Why? Because banning unauthorized fun makes them feel good about themselves.
Last year they were calling the cops on picnickers in the park. Why? Because banning unauthorized fun makes them feel good about themselves.
Last year they were screaming at teenagers shooting hoops, alone, on the half court. Why? Because banning unauthorized fun makes them feel good about themselves.
Of all tyrannies a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
Now, they’re spinning and backpedaling. Soon, when the preference cascade breaks, the moral panic ends, they recover from the mass psychosis and they see the reckoning approaching, they will be rewriting history.
No, no, no, I was never in favour of raping your rights, of sodomizing your freedoms, of destroying your children’s education and mental health. No, I didn’t want to drive you to the brink of suicide, that was other people, not me. Never me.
But it wasn’t other people. It was you, Karen. I see you. I remember you.
And I WILL NOT FORGIVE YOU.