The first comment from this article pasted below. I haven’t had a chance to read anymore yet but thought this was very well stated.
keeler November 1, 2022 12:16 am
“In 2020 my elderly neighbors, who played an important role in youth, both developed dementia and had to enter assisted living at separate facilities.
In July 2021 the husband died of complications from his dementia. His wife could not attend the funeral because her facility was locked down, a reaction to the Omicron variant. They had been married for about 60 years.
Weeks before this woman was barred from her husband’s funeral, thousands of gay men from around the country descended on Provincetown to participate in seven days of debauchery, debauchery not just permitted but actively promoted by local government and funded by major corporate sponsors. This annual bacchanal was largely responsible for the extent to which Omicron spread on Cape Cod, where both assisted living facilities are located.
I will not forget this double and inhumane double standard.
Boston’s mayor, who promised there would be no vaccine passports prior to her election in November 2021, mandated a vaccine passport in January 2022, and then promptly dropped such a passport only a month after it took effect. For the “privilege” of entering the city of Boston for a period of roughly 30 days, you were expected to submit to a potentially life altering, irreversible, experimental m-RNA injection.
I will not forget these politically motivated, unscientific, inhumane dictates.
I also will not forget the tone in my father’s voice when he had to tell my cousin that a third cousin, whom they had grown up with, had been found dead after an unexplained cardiac event. Or the look on his face when he learned a close friend had died of an unexplained cardiac event. Nor will I forget about another relative, pressured into getting the injections in order to begin college last fall and who developed an arrhythmia shortly afterwards.
I will not forget the “vaccinated” parents who treated their own children like second-class citizens by forcing them to continue wearing masks while walking around maskless themselves.
I will not forget the most dystopian commercial I have ever seen: a two-dimensional cardboard sports fan leaving a stadium full of two-dimensional cardboard sports fan to pursue a beer brand through empty streets, only becoming a person once he had consumed the beer.
I will not forget Justin Trudeau seriously questioning if there was room for “unvaccinated” people in Canadian society. I will not forget he placed snipers on the roofs of Ottawa because of excessive honking.
I will not forget Gavin Newsome deemed Hollywood “essential business” and allowed craft services to continue operating while shutting down every other food establishment in California.
I will not forget that churches began calling themselves strip clubs in order to remain in operation.
I will not forget the international vacations of politicians locking down their cities and states.
I will not forget the current HHS under-secretary removed his own mother from an assisted living facility at the height of the pandemic while simultaneously forcing hundreds of covid patients into assisted living facilities.
I will not forget the “unvaccinated” insurance surcharges.
I will not forget the CDC butchered its definition of “vaccine.”
I will not forget projections forecast 200,000 people would die from Covid in April 2020… in Massachusetts alone.
I will not forget how “horse paste” was dangerous until its Big Pharma brand equivalents reached the market.
I will not forget that “Black Lives Matter” could riot for months with full support of the the political establishment and media, but anti-lockdown protesters were called dangerous and had their cell-phone data tracked.
I will not forget that Trump travel bans were racist, but Biden travel bans were not (and that lifting them was dangerous).
And there are many other things which I have forgotten as discreet episodes in time, but which nonetheless remain in the subconscious, stratigraphic layers of time which continue to form the dystopian landscape of the world thirty two months after “Two Weeks to Flatten the Curve.”
I do not need to be forgiven, Ms. Oster, because I never mistreated or dehumanized any one else because of fear, panic, and self-interest. Or out of lust for control. I never made someone sit with a poodle noodle on his head. I never made confined someone to a spray-painted circle in a park or told them they could only use sidewalks in one direction. I never forced a child to wear a mask. I never pressured someone into getting a shot.
My hands are clean. So is my soul
Therefore I do not ask for forgiveness from The Atlantic, Brown University, or any of the other pillars of intellectual bureaucracy which did mistreat and dehumanize everyone out of fear, panic, and self-interest. And out of lust for control.
I do not ask forgiveness.
And I do not extend it.”
The first comment from this article pasted below. I haven’t had a chance to read anymore yet but thought this was very well stated.
keeler November 1, 2022 12:16 am
“In 2020 my elderly neighbors, who played an important role in youth, both developed dementia and had to enter assisted living at separate facilities.
In July 2021 the husband died of complications from his dementia. His wife could not attend the funeral because her facility was locked down, a reaction to the Omicron variant. They had been married for about 60 years.
Weeks before this woman was barred from her husband’s funeral, thousands of gay men from around the country descended on Provincetown to participate in seven days of debauchery, debauchery not just permitted but actively promoted by local government and funded by major corporate sponsors. This annual bacchanal was largely responsible for the extent to which Omicron spread on Cape Cod, where both assisted living facilities are located.
I will not forget this double and inhumane double standard.
Boston’s mayor, who promised there would be no vaccine passports prior to her election in November 2021, mandated a vaccine passport in January 2022, and then promptly dropped such a passport only a month after it took effect. For the “privilege” of entering the city of Boston for a period of roughly 30 days, you were expected to submit to a potentially life altering, irreversible, experimental m-RNA injection.
I will not forget these politically motivated, unscientific, inhumane dictates.
I also will not forget the tone in my father’s voice when he had to tell my cousin that a third cousin, whom they had grown up with, had been found dead after an unexplained cardiac event. Or the look on his face when he learned a close friend had died of an unexplained cardiac event. Nor will I forget about another relative, pressured into getting the injections in order to begin college last fall and who developed an arrhythmia shortly afterwards.
I will not forget the “vaccinated” parents who treated their own children like second-class citizens by forcing them to continue wearing masks while walking around maskless themselves.
I will not forget the most dystopian commercial I have ever seen: a two-dimensional cardboard sports fan leaving a stadium full of two-dimensional cardboard sports fan to pursue a beer brand through empty streets, only becoming a person once he had consumed the beer.
I will not forget Justin Trudeau seriously questioning if there was room for “unvaccinated” people in Canadian society. I will not forget he placed snipers on the roofs of Ottawa because of excessive honking.
I will not forget Gavin Newsome deemed Hollywood “essential business” and allowed craft services to continue operating while shutting down every other food establishment in California.
I will not forget that churches began calling themselves strip clubs in order to remain in operation.
I will not forget the international vacations of politicians locking down their cities and states.
I will not forget the current HHS under-secretary removed his own mother from an assisted living facility at the height of the pandemic while simultaneously forcing hundreds of covid patients into assisted living facilities.
I will not forget the “unvaccinated” insurance surcharges.
I will not forget the CDC butchered its definition of “vaccine.”
I will not forget projections forecast 200,000 people would die from Covid in April 2020… in Massachusetts alone.
I will not forget how “horse paste” was dangerous until its Big Pharma brand equivalents reached the market.
I will not forget that “Black Lives Matter” could riot for months with full support of the the political establishment and media, but anti-lockdown protesters were called dangerous and had their cell-phone data tracked.
I will not forget that Trump travel bans were racist, but Biden travel bans were not (and that lifting them was dangerous).
And there are many other things which I have forgotten as discreet episodes in time, but which nonetheless remain in the subconscious, stratigraphic layers of time which continue to form the dystopian landscape of the world forty two months after “Two Weeks to Flatten the Curve.”
I do not need to be forgiven, Ms. Oster, because I never mistreated or dehumanized any one else because of fear, panic, and self-interest. Or out of lust for control. I never made someone sit with a poodle noodle on his head. I never made confined someone to a spray-painted circle in a park or told them they could only use sidewalks in one direction. I never forced a child to wear a mask. I never pressured someone into getting a shot.
My hands are clean. So is my soul
Therefore I do not ask for forgiveness from The Atlantic, Brown University, or any of the other pillars of intellectual bureaucracy which did mistreat and (de)humanize everyone out fear, panic, and self-interest. And out of lust for control.
I do not ask forgiveness.
And I do not extend it.”