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“He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark mustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.”
A holdout to getting the experimental "vaccination" that is being mandated by totalitarians under the guise of public health recently gave in to pressure from her employer and got injected. She's now considering getting her daughter the shot. As recently as a few weeks ago, she was telling me how she'd never get the shots because they killed and crippled people. "She" is my ex wife.
People in the Covid Cult would probably cheer because she's seen the light. Despite everything I've read, despite my own deep cynicism about human nature, I never really understood the social dimension of human life. I went to school and got a degree in psychology just to try and understand my fellow man. I am one of the rare types in the broader world who seem to congregate in JMG's forums, an INTJ with mild autism, and I've always been on the outside looking in when it comes to interpersonal interactions. So I admit, I was a little taken off guard by her sudden conversion. As we have young children together whom we have agreed not to have genetically modified, her decisions have led to a sleepless night. She hasn't mentioned having them get vaxxed, and I would fight it of course, but I have no confidence in the courts at this point.
My insomnia has returned again. In a weird way I almost missed it, it's like an old friend that stopped back in for a visit. When you sleep all night, you lose all of that extra thinking time! I posted about 1984 a while back. One thing I haven't thought about lately is the end, when Winston is broken and waiting to die. He looks at the picture of his old adversary and realizes how wrong he was to resist. He loves him.
Resisting is hard. Giving in must feel like a real treat. Maybe that's why some of the holdouts to totalitarianism flip to a hearty embrace. The fear and tension is over.
I've always been different. I'm not like other people. Maybe I don't belong in this brave new fascist world so so many Americans are greeting with open arms. No big deal, I didn't belong in the old one, either. I guess this is just how the masses are. I saw it during 9/11, when people gave up their privacy for safety and never got it back. I see it now, when an irrational fear of catching a cold has undone the neurotic elites and they dance to totalitarian beats on the puppet strings of their shadowy masters.
Conformity is a hell of a disease, but I have natural immunity. It would be funny if the parts of me that I thought were broken ended up saving me.
A holdout to getting the experimental "vaccination" that is being mandated by totalitarians under the guise of public health recently gave in to pressure from her employer and got injected. She's now considering getting her daughter the shot. As recently as a few weeks ago, she was telling me how she'd never get the shots because they killed and crippled people. "She" is my ex wife.
People in the Covid Cult would probably cheer because she's seen the light. Despite everything I've read, despite my own deep cynicism about human nature, I never really understood the social dimension of human life. I went to school and got a degree in psychology just to try and understand my fellow man. I am one of the rare types in the broader world who seem to congregate in JMG's forums, an INTJ with mild autism, and I've always been on the outside looking in when it comes to interpersonal interactions. So I admit, I was a little taken off guard by her sudden conversion. As we have young children together whom we have agreed not to have genetically modified, her decisions have led to a sleepless night. She hasn't mentioned having them get vaxxed, and I would fight it of course, but I have no confidence in the courts at this point.
My insomnia has returned again. In a weird way I almost missed it, it's like an old friend that stopped back in for a visit. When you sleep all night, you lose all of that extra thinking time! I posted about 1984 a while back. One thing I haven't thought about lately is the end, when Winston is broken and waiting to die. He looks at the picture of his old adversary and realizes how wrong he was to resist. He loves him.
Resisting is hard. Giving in must feel like a real treat. Maybe that's why some of the holdouts to totalitarianism flip to a hearty embrace. The fear and tension is over.
I've always been different. I'm not like other people. Maybe I don't belong in this brave new fascist world so so many Americans are greeting with open arms. No big deal, I didn't belong in the old one, either. I guess this is just how the masses are. I saw it during 9/11, when people gave up their privacy for safety and never got it back. I see it now, when an irrational fear of catching a cold has undone the neurotic elites and they dance to totalitarian beats on the puppet strings of their shadowy masters.
Conformity is a hell of a disease, but I have natural immunity. It would be funny if the parts of me that I thought were broken ended up saving me.