Resisting against coronavirus laws

Zagor

Woodpecker
My bet right now is there's a slight respite this summer, the levers of power let people out a little bit provided we slobber and thank them enough - still expected to mask but some opening of restaurants and whatnot and, of course, summer riot season - and then we'll transition back into pandemic mode for the umpteenth wave and mutation and COVID-21 and that just continues for years, quite possibly forever (longer than any of us will live, at least).
I think they are enjoying thier 'emergency' powers way to much to relinquish them just yet. While the state of pandemic is in effect, they can bypass all the regular legal safeguards and do whatever the hell they want. For example the rollout of insufficiently tested vaccines is only possible because the state of pandemic is declared. Otherwise they would have to follow the standard procedures regarding the development and approval of vaccines. Just this tells me that at the very least the pandemic and pandemic related measures won't end before they vaccinate the vast majority of population.
 

WhiteWolf

Sparrow
Organic free range meat is healthier but not healthy.

Less salt and other crap injected into it. But still rained down on with mercury, dioxin, etc.

There’s too much pollution in the food chain and water cycle. It bioaccumulates in animals.

Best to limit your intake of meats, cheese, and dairy in general. I love meats and cheese and hate saying this.

Folks like Jordan Peterson who do well on meat diets are mostly benefiting because of what they are not eating. They cut out processed crap and only eat meat.

Imagine how much better they’d do if they cut out meat and went whole food plants based.
I eat mostly eggs and meat. I feel better than ever and lost much weight. Vegans/vegetarians look weak and are ofton liberals and mentally ill. I will keep eating my meat, thank you. People like bill gates are promoting meat-free diets, so that alone tells me to do the opposite.
I just make sure my meat is as high quality as possible and i dont overcook it.
 

AntoniusofEfa

Kingfisher
I eat mostly eggs and meat. I feel better than ever and lost much weight. Vegans/vegetarians look weak and are ofton liberals and mentally ill. I will keep eating my meat, thank you. People like bill gates are promoting meat-free diets, so that alone tells me to do the opposite.
I just make sure my meat is as high quality as possible and i dont overcook it.
I have yet to meet a non mentally ill/low IQ vegan or vegetarian. Just an anecdotal evidence: back at my old job, out of about 30 RF engineers (most with a Masters in Electrical Engineering, a few with a PhD in the field) none were Vegans or vegetarians. It could not have been a generational thing, as most of them were young.
 
magine how much better they’d do if they cut out meat and went whole food plants based.
Are you suggesting vegetarianism? If meat makes you feel bad there is something wrong with you. Go see a doctor.

Not being a fat pig nation.
You’re from Mexico. Basically half the population of Mexico lives in the United States. Our “nation” is now just an international airport, and Mexicans occupy a whole terminal. Most every Mexican I’ve seen here looks like a roly-poly. Why do you guys come up here and turn into balloons at an even higher rate than the natives and think it proper to call us fat?

Obesity affects some groups more than others​

[Read CDC National Center for Health Statistics (NCHS) data brief]

  • Non-Hispanic Black adults (49.6%) had the highest age-adjusted prevalence of obesity, followed by Hispanic adults (44.8%), non-Hispanic White adults (42.2%) and non-Hispanic Asian adults (17.4%).
 

homersheineken

Kingfisher

Sisyphus

Woodpecker
I had something of an epiphany this weekend regarding the necessity of resistance and what it should look like. I’m writing to ask for the advice of forum members regarding how it can be implemented.

I want to start by saying that this resulted from an extremely disturbing encounter with some deluded lunatics who used to be reasonable people as recently as six months ago. Perhaps I’ll describe this encounter in another thread, but at this point all that’s necessary to say is the behavior I witnessed was psychotic by any reasonable standard, but is becoming mainstream and accepted. It led to a very final and irreparable dissolution of a friendship of 15 years. This forced me to acknowledge the gravity of the situation we face and that it will only get worse.

Posting on this forum is useful, but it can only carry us so far. It’s essential to form real relationships with real people in our communities. My vision is for a “skeptics support group” – people get together and begin simply by venting. I can tell you that it’s such a relief to be able to speak freely among like-minded people. I’m fortunate in that I’ve had the opportunity to do so throughout the past year, but I can’t imagine how difficult it must be for people who have been forced to nod and smile and play along this whole time.

With that out of the way, the next step would be to plan future steps. We need to prepare physically and psychologically for whatever may come next, and based on what I witnessed, I believe no possible scenario is too extreme or outlandish. Ideally the group would consist of legal professionals. Legal challenges to the official decrees may help to buy critical time.

Other ideas include actually trying to fight back against the narrative. I’m doubtful of this approach – ideally, many groups acting together could help accomplish something, but with the insanity so deeply ingrained I'm pessimistic regarding what influence this could really have. Maybe having like-minded medical professionals serving as representatives to the community could be useful. A book club type arrangement with discussion of journal articles that obliterate narratives like “asymptomatic transmission,” “masks save lives!!” and “ young healthy people are in danger of dying from this horrible virus!” may be productive also.

But the question is how does one go about finding people who have rejected the narrative, which is to say people that would be interested in being active in one of these groups? Seeking people in a public forum could be dangerous and many other channels are officially closed off. For example in a longshot attempt, I tried to make a posting on Craig’s List but their bots prevented me from publishing the post. So what are the options? Any suggestions?

I’m very troubled by what I experienced and I have a deep desire to act, but I don’t know how to direct my energy. It’s gotten to the point where it’s no longer sufficient to stand by while the situation spirals out of control. If the worst scenarios that we’ve discussed come to fruition, we will be responsible for allowing them to occur. How can we organize in our communities and find reasonable people who are willing to speak out and take action? How can we identify people who have retained their sanity and ability to see the reality of the situation?
 

Easy_C

Peacock
Do it the same way they do and use pattern analysis. Look at what interest groups have significant overlap with skeptics and then target your marketing at those interest groups

For example. Dog owners, gun owners, and Android phone users tend to be more right leaning. If you go to a gun club and pick out the Android using dog owners the odds of that person being what you’re looking for are high.
 

DanielH

Pelican
Takeaways from this article
  • 90% of families (people? it's unclear) in a 40,500 person Amish community got covid
  • 12 Amish died as a result, mostly over 70
  • That's a death rate of 0.03% or 1/3000
  • Local health officials warn the Amish that herd immunity isn't real or something and they still need to wear masks (lol) proving once again this is all fake
 
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RomikJan

Robin
Have another insane story from today. Had an insane migraine on drive home and pulled into walgreens with their store policy in my pocket. I have their store policy in my glove box printed and put it in my pocket. Felt like crazy coupon lady but i rather look like crazy coupon lady then be a muzzled oxygen deprived dope. I enter and instantly this woman at front starts screaming like shes being gutted open. SIR...SIR..YOU MUST LEAVE NOW. I pulled out the policy and said dont worry your own policy says its cool and just kept going. A manager ran over to me and started telling me I must leave. I mentioned the policy told him the policy to which he responded legit with swearing " I dont give an F about some online policy. I care about the LAW! I kept trying to say is this not walgreens is this not your policy? Why dont you have a copy of it? He started escorted me outside, and we started heavily arguing. Once we got outside he came up to my car and photographed it and photographed the plates. I started laughing and told him , are you delusuonal? You know your just a 10 dollar an hour slave right? Hate to break your heart but your not a detective or a storm trooper. All you are is slave. I will call corporate tonight and well see if they care about this policy and I promise you I will be back here tomorrow, still unmasked and youll serve me. Tomorrow you will see just how much of a slave you are.

I called corporate it was 48 minutes on hold. Finally got someone and they apologized 100 times and said they take the policy very serious. I asked them if they can call this manager and tell them i am coming tomorrow not wearing any masks and he will serve me . They said absolutely, they even said theyll call me and let me know they spoke to the employees and I can come back and shop unharassed. I also asked them to print and tape the store policy to the cash register. All your other policies are every 2 ft on the floor, on walls, windows, the speaker system, everywhere no wonder they don't know of such policy.

Told them I used to work at a bank years ago and they tell you if someone robs the bank do not go after them , do not go outside. Yet your storm trooper cashier barrel rolled outside and took picture of my car and license plate.

Their policy states if it posses a health hazzard you dont have to wear it.

I cant wait to go back there man Im going to treat it like a vacation. Im going to be in there for like 5 hours browsing every nook and cranny this store has.
 

aynrus

Pelican
Have another insane story from today. Had an insane migraine on drive home and pulled into walgreens with their store policy in my pocket. I have their store policy in my glove box printed and put it in my pocket. Felt like crazy coupon lady but i rather look like crazy coupon lady then be a muzzled oxygen deprived dope. I enter and instantly this woman at front starts screaming like shes being gutted open. SIR...SIR..YOU MUST LEAVE NOW. I pulled out the policy and said dont worry your own policy says its cool and just kept going. A manager ran over to me and started telling me I must leave. I mentioned the policy told him the policy to which he responded legit with swearing " I dont give an F about some online policy. I care about the LAW! I kept trying to say is this not walgreens is this not your policy? Why dont you have a copy of it? He started escorted me outside, and we started heavily arguing. Once we got outside he came up to my car and photographed it and photographed the plates. I started laughing and told him , are you delusuonal? You know your just a 10 dollar an hour slave right? Hate to break your heart but your not a detective or a storm trooper. All you are is slave. I will call corporate tonight and well see if they care about this policy and I promise you I will be back here tomorrow, still unmasked and youll serve me. Tomorrow you will see just how much of a slave you are.

I called corporate it was 48 minutes on hold. Finally got someone and they apologized 100 times and said they take the policy very serious. I asked them if they can call this manager and tell them i am coming tomorrow not wearing any masks and he will serve me . They said absolutely, they even said theyll call me and let me know they spoke to the employees and I can come back and shop unharassed. I also asked them to print and tape the store policy to the cash register. All your other policies are every 2 ft on the floor, on walls, windows, the speaker system, everywhere no wonder they don't know of such policy.

Told them I used to work at a bank years ago and they tell you if someone robs the bank do not go after them , do not go outside. Yet your storm trooper cashier barrel rolled outside and took picture of my car and license plate.

Their policy states if it posses a health hazzard you dont have to wear it.

I cant wait to go back there man Im going to treat it like a vacation. Im going to be in there for like 5 hours browsing every nook and cranny this store has.
Good, you served them right.
I've been to a couple of Walgreens where no one wore masks including the employees (Tennessee and Missouri locations)
 

Mountaineer

Pelican
Gold Member

The vaccine was a resounding success. Yes, there had been a final death rate of 10% among the vaccinated, but this was mostly among the elderly or the already ill, so it was probably not the vaccine’s fault, and if it was, no one could prove it one way or another, and even if they could, well, the vaccine manufacturers were not liable to lawsuits due to the agreements they had made with the various governments.

In any case, the pandemic had ended, that was for sure.
Of course the masks and the lockdown mandates continued to be enforced; the reason was that while the pandemic had most certainly been defeated, the virus still existed in its natural form somewhere out there, and so it was vital to continue with the safety procedures to avoid any possible resurgence of the disease.
So what? People got used to it, as they had gotten used to so many other things before that. And was wearing a mask in the end much worse than wearing a helmet or a safety belt? Was being forced to stay at home for a few months every year much different than being forced to be at the office working for five days out of the seven in the week? Rules are rules, and those were not as bad as others that had been instituted in the past.
But there was something that worried the authorities. While most people had predictably complied with the mandatory vaccination campaign, there were a few groups that had refused them, alleging religious or health reasons, and found refuge in rural communities living off the grid. They had abandoned the use of mobile and network technology and so could not be traced so easily, and, since non-digital cash had been abolished, they appeared to have returned to a form of commerce based in the exchange of physical goods.
At first, the authorities ignored them; most people saw them as a minority of loser hicks, “anti-vaxxers” as they had been called in earlier pre-scientific times, and since it was unlikely that too many among the masses would opt for such a harsh lifestyle away from the comforts of modern urban life, they were not seen as a menace.
But what happened, in the end, was that rumours started to appear, even in the cities, about small communities where no one needed to wear masks, and people were dancing and smiling, and food was delicious and natural and people were even – gasp! – falling in love and procreating in natural ways.
Of course this was an obvious and mendacious falsity, but the authorities could not permit such fairy tales to gain acceptance among the people at large. So they started to persecute “the great unvaxxed”, as they called them, or the “free renegades” as they preferred to call themselves.

Their communities were dispersed. Their leaders were arrested. Planting organic, unmodified seeds became illegal.
It was dangerous, the authorities alleged. Non-genetically modified crops were unsafe and could lead to sickness or birth defects. Many of the people who lived in the previously free rural communities were arrested and forcibly vaccinated, or were killed in shootings with the police.
But in the end it was not possible to arrest or forcibly vaccinate them all. Now, hidden among the normal population, using fake certificates, there lived an undisclosed number of unvaccinated people, whom the authorities had been unable to locate or identify.
A young woman named Miranda, who was born in a barn in the literal sense, and never vaccinated, was one of them. When organic farming was prohibited and most of the land was taken over by large companies using mechanized agriculture, she was forced to move to a small village where she subsisted doing odd jobs and occasionally teaching art classes. She had learned drawing and painting sill as a child, and was quite talented; she could sing very well too.

She had a fake vaccine certificate that looked for all purposes almost identical to the real ones, and while a bio-test could determine that she had not really taken the shot, or the “jab” as it was popularly called, she was careful never to be in any position that could require any kind of test.
For a few years she and hundreds of others like her had subsisted in this manner, but it was not ideal and never easy. Because before at least the renegades could live freely in their own communities, under their own rules, but now they had to hide and wear masks and follow dictates like everyone else, so what was the point? If they could not be free in any case, why not do like all the others and just take the jab and be done with it?
Miranda thought about it sometimes. But she had promised her parents – who had died in a shootout with the police – that she would always remain faithful to their ideals. And so she refused to compromise. She knew, or hoped, that the current tyranny could not be maintained forever. She wanted to believe that it would be possible, one day, to be free again.
Finally, they got her. It was her own stupid mistake; she was outside, a routine patrol was approaching and she had left her fake certificate at home. This would not normally happen, but she had recently bought a new jacket and had forgotten the certificate in the pocket of the old one.
Walking around without a certificate was illegal, so they had to scan her arm, finding no signs of vaccination, and later a second test found no trace of antibodies in her system. Unable to explain the reason, or to produce a valid vaccine certificate – she knew now that the fake one she had at home would now be microscopically analyzed and would not be useful any longer – she was taken to the local jail, and later to a federal prison.
“There is an easy way out of this”, said Captain Antoine Huxley-Ehrlich, chief of the Vaccine Resistance Unit. “Just take the jab, and you’ll be free.”

“Never”
,
replied Miranda. “You’ll have to do it by force.”
That was an option, of course, and legally possible with the recent change in the constitution. But it was not what Antoine wanted. No, she had to freely choose the vaccine. Not only because otherwise she could have become a martyr and inspire other rebels, or because people could start to think that there really was something bad or sinister about the vaccine; but because he firmly believed that winning by persuasion was better than winning by force, and he was convinced of his own righteousness.
He could not understand her stubborn refusal – hadn’t he, like all others, voluntarily taken the vaccine? As a member of the upper classes, he reminded her, he was not required to do it at the time; and yet he had volunteered. Why? Because he believed in law and order, but, most of all, because he believed in the vaccine.
He was sure that sooner or later he would be able to convince her that her uneasiness with the medication had only been caused by the trauma of her childhood experiences, living in a harsh rural area and watching her parents die as criminals fighting the law.
But Miranda was indeed very stubborn. She refused all the options she was given. She preferred jail to vaccination and denial to compromise. She even refused to see a psychiatrist. So she lingered in prison for months and months.
One day, the warden brought to her cell a new book that she had requested from the prison library – Civil Disobedience, by Thoreau. As she began to read, she found a handwritten note stuck between the first pages. “When you get your dinner tonight, ask for salt”, it said. “A friend”, it was signed.
Who could that be? She was puzzled, as it was years since she last had any contact with anyone else from her former community. But later that evening, as the warden brought her dinner, she meekly asked if she could have an extra amount of salt. The warden didn’t betray any sign of recognition or suspicion; she just brought her a small white salt-shaker. There was nothing unusual about it, but when Miranda opened it, from the bottom, she found a small magnetic key and another note inside.
The note explained that the key would open her cell door, and that all the security guards had either been bribed or put out to sleep. She could safely escape. Further instructions indicated how to reach a cabin in the woods nearby where she would be able to join her colleagues from the resistance movement.
She waited until midnight; when all was silent, she tried the key. It worked. She slowly walked out of her cell, then out of the prison, undisturbed.
She followed the instructions to cover her face with a mask and her hair with a veil to avoid recognition. She was afraid a patrol would stop her as she left the city, as police presence was constant and sometimes there were curfews, but all the time she saw only a small group of policemen that she had no trouble evading.
She walked for several hours; the note had been clear that she should avoid any form of public transportation. It was already morning when she reached the destination informed, a few miles outside town.
She knocked. No one answered. But she turned the handle and realized that the door was unlocked. She entered, very quietly, as if afraid to disturb the eerie silence. Finally, she saw a man sitting in an armchair, his back turned to her. He was wearing a dark jacket and a black fedora hat.
“So you’re finally here”, he said. She seemed to recognize the voice, although she couldn’t quite locate it. Was it perhaps someone from her old community?

Then he turned towards her. It was Antoine Huxley-Ehrlich.
It had been a trap, of course.
The idea was to raise her hopes only to crush them, as an additional form of torture, an elaborate cat-and-mouse game. Also, now that she had tried to escape and join a rebel movement, she could be accused of sedition and other charges. She could easily be tried by a military court and condemned to death.
And that was exactly what happened.
She was offered a full pardon in exchange for vaccination, but still she refused. If she had to die, then she might as well die on her own terms. Like Saint Joan or the early Christian martyrs, she’d rather burn at the stake or be thrown to the lions than renege.

They could not convince her to get the “jab”, but they also did not want to turn her into some sort of hero for a cause, even if a crazy and hopeless one. So they decided that the execution would be done in secret, and the official story would be that, since she had refused several times the vaccination, she was never immune to the virus and had finally contracted the disease.
Today Miranda will be shot. She refused all offers for public announcements of regret and even a last meal. She also refused the blindfold; she did not want anything to cover a single part of her face.

As the executioners raise their rifles, Miranda is not afraid. Her golden hair flutters in the wind, and she looks up at the soldiers with a confident smile. She knows that they can kill her body, but they cannot touch her soul.
And as she waits for the bullets to slowly arrive, Miranda sings a song that she remembers from her childhood, a song that her mother taught her and perhaps she also sang before she died:
And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
 

DanielH

Pelican

The vaccine was a resounding success. Yes, there had been a final death rate of 10% among the vaccinated, but this was mostly among the elderly or the already ill, so it was probably not the vaccine’s fault, and if it was, no one could prove it one way or another, and even if they could, well, the vaccine manufacturers were not liable to lawsuits due to the agreements they had made with the various governments.

In any case, the pandemic had ended, that was for sure.
Of course the masks and the lockdown mandates continued to be enforced; the reason was that while the pandemic had most certainly been defeated, the virus still existed in its natural form somewhere out there, and so it was vital to continue with the safety procedures to avoid any possible resurgence of the disease.
So what? People got used to it, as they had gotten used to so many other things before that. And was wearing a mask in the end much worse than wearing a helmet or a safety belt? Was being forced to stay at home for a few months every year much different than being forced to be at the office working for five days out of the seven in the week? Rules are rules, and those were not as bad as others that had been instituted in the past.
But there was something that worried the authorities. While most people had predictably complied with the mandatory vaccination campaign, there were a few groups that had refused them, alleging religious or health reasons, and found refuge in rural communities living off the grid. They had abandoned the use of mobile and network technology and so could not be traced so easily, and, since non-digital cash had been abolished, they appeared to have returned to a form of commerce based in the exchange of physical goods.
At first, the authorities ignored them; most people saw them as a minority of loser hicks, “anti-vaxxers” as they had been called in earlier pre-scientific times, and since it was unlikely that too many among the masses would opt for such a harsh lifestyle away from the comforts of modern urban life, they were not seen as a menace.
But what happened, in the end, was that rumours started to appear, even in the cities, about small communities where no one needed to wear masks, and people were dancing and smiling, and food was delicious and natural and people were even – gasp! – falling in love and procreating in natural ways.
Of course this was an obvious and mendacious falsity, but the authorities could not permit such fairy tales to gain acceptance among the people at large. So they started to persecute “the great unvaxxed”, as they called them, or the “free renegades” as they preferred to call themselves.

Their communities were dispersed. Their leaders were arrested. Planting organic, unmodified seeds became illegal.
It was dangerous, the authorities alleged. Non-genetically modified crops were unsafe and could lead to sickness or birth defects. Many of the people who lived in the previously free rural communities were arrested and forcibly vaccinated, or were killed in shootings with the police.
But in the end it was not possible to arrest or forcibly vaccinate them all. Now, hidden among the normal population, using fake certificates, there lived an undisclosed number of unvaccinated people, whom the authorities had been unable to locate or identify.
A young woman named Miranda, who was born in a barn in the literal sense, and never vaccinated, was one of them. When organic farming was prohibited and most of the land was taken over by large companies using mechanized agriculture, she was forced to move to a small village where she subsisted doing odd jobs and occasionally teaching art classes. She had learned drawing and painting sill as a child, and was quite talented; she could sing very well too.

She had a fake vaccine certificate that looked for all purposes almost identical to the real ones, and while a bio-test could determine that she had not really taken the shot, or the “jab” as it was popularly called, she was careful never to be in any position that could require any kind of test.
For a few years she and hundreds of others like her had subsisted in this manner, but it was not ideal and never easy. Because before at least the renegades could live freely in their own communities, under their own rules, but now they had to hide and wear masks and follow dictates like everyone else, so what was the point? If they could not be free in any case, why not do like all the others and just take the jab and be done with it?
Miranda thought about it sometimes. But she had promised her parents – who had died in a shootout with the police – that she would always remain faithful to their ideals. And so she refused to compromise. She knew, or hoped, that the current tyranny could not be maintained forever. She wanted to believe that it would be possible, one day, to be free again.
Finally, they got her. It was her own stupid mistake; she was outside, a routine patrol was approaching and she had left her fake certificate at home. This would not normally happen, but she had recently bought a new jacket and had forgotten the certificate in the pocket of the old one.
Walking around without a certificate was illegal, so they had to scan her arm, finding no signs of vaccination, and later a second test found no trace of antibodies in her system. Unable to explain the reason, or to produce a valid vaccine certificate – she knew now that the fake one she had at home would now be microscopically analyzed and would not be useful any longer – she was taken to the local jail, and later to a federal prison.

That was an option, of course, and legally possible with the recent change in the constitution. But it was not what Antoine wanted. No, she had to freely choose the vaccine. Not only because otherwise she could have become a martyr and inspire other rebels, or because people could start to think that there really was something bad or sinister about the vaccine; but because he firmly believed that winning by persuasion was better than winning by force, and he was convinced of his own righteousness.
He could not understand her stubborn refusal – hadn’t he, like all others, voluntarily taken the vaccine? As a member of the upper classes, he reminded her, he was not required to do it at the time; and yet he had volunteered. Why? Because he believed in law and order, but, most of all, because he believed in the vaccine.
He was sure that sooner or later he would be able to convince her that her uneasiness with the medication had only been caused by the trauma of her childhood experiences, living in a harsh rural area and watching her parents die as criminals fighting the law.
But Miranda was indeed very stubborn. She refused all the options she was given. She preferred jail to vaccination and denial to compromise. She even refused to see a psychiatrist. So she lingered in prison for months and months.
One day, the warden brought to her cell a new book that she had requested from the prison library – Civil Disobedience, by Thoreau. As she began to read, she found a handwritten note stuck between the first pages. “When you get your dinner tonight, ask for salt”, it said. “A friend”, it was signed.
Who could that be? She was puzzled, as it was years since she last had any contact with anyone else from her former community. But later that evening, as the warden brought her dinner, she meekly asked if she could have an extra amount of salt. The warden didn’t betray any sign of recognition or suspicion; she just brought her a small white salt-shaker. There was nothing unusual about it, but when Miranda opened it, from the bottom, she found a small magnetic key and another note inside.
The note explained that the key would open her cell door, and that all the security guards had either been bribed or put out to sleep. She could safely escape. Further instructions indicated how to reach a cabin in the woods nearby where she would be able to join her colleagues from the resistance movement.
She waited until midnight; when all was silent, she tried the key. It worked. She slowly walked out of her cell, then out of the prison, undisturbed.
She followed the instructions to cover her face with a mask and her hair with a veil to avoid recognition. She was afraid a patrol would stop her as she left the city, as police presence was constant and sometimes there were curfews, but all the time she saw only a small group of policemen that she had no trouble evading.
She walked for several hours; the note had been clear that she should avoid any form of public transportation. It was already morning when she reached the destination informed, a few miles outside town.
She knocked. No one answered. But she turned the handle and realized that the door was unlocked. She entered, very quietly, as if afraid to disturb the eerie silence. Finally, she saw a man sitting in an armchair, his back turned to her. He was wearing a dark jacket and a black fedora hat.
“So you’re finally here”, he said. She seemed to recognize the voice, although she couldn’t quite locate it. Was it perhaps someone from her old community?

Then he turned towards her. It was Antoine Huxley-Ehrlich.
It had been a trap, of course.
The idea was to raise her hopes only to crush them, as an additional form of torture, an elaborate cat-and-mouse game. Also, now that she had tried to escape and join a rebel movement, she could be accused of sedition and other charges. She could easily be tried by a military court and condemned to death.
And that was exactly what happened.
She was offered a full pardon in exchange for vaccination, but still she refused. If she had to die, then she might as well die on her own terms. Like Saint Joan or the early Christian martyrs, she’d rather burn at the stake or be thrown to the lions than renege.

They could not convince her to get the “jab”, but they also did not want to turn her into some sort of hero for a cause, even if a crazy and hopeless one. So they decided that the execution would be done in secret, and the official story would be that, since she had refused several times the vaccination, she was never immune to the virus and had finally contracted the disease.
Today Miranda will be shot. She refused all offers for public announcements of regret and even a last meal. She also refused the blindfold; she did not want anything to cover a single part of her face.

As the executioners raise their rifles, Miranda is not afraid. Her golden hair flutters in the wind, and she looks up at the soldiers with a confident smile. She knows that they can kill her body, but they cannot touch her soul.
And as she waits for the bullets to slowly arrive, Miranda sings a song that she remembers from her childhood, a song that her mother taught her and perhaps she also sang before she died:
And when you come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
Read that last night. Really spooky. There's still a part of me that wants to say there's no way it could get that bad, but that's literally just the Soviet Union or East Germany with more advanced monitoring with vaccines as justification.
 

ginsu

Woodpecker
Church opened in netherlands against lockdown measures, no rules inside at all. Of course the media comes likes vultures

When the muslims do this no one dares bring it up, even better they actually change the measures to work around their festivities.

 

aynrus

Pelican
Regarding the Amish....so out of all places and throughout the whole scamdemic/ltravel of not wearing a mask I was harassed over no mask now, in Amish store, by their employee, in Eastern Kentucky, out of all places.
I told her I had asthma and was exempt and I believe she'd leave me alone, but I walked out without shopping not willing to give them my business.
I told her I also don't accept the Mark of the Beast and she should be ashamed for going with it.
And I just shopped in two secular stores next door, without a mask right before that, shame on them.

This all seems to depend on the area, even with Amish, as this was Eastern Kentucky and also area too close to a big city. I had another incident in Eastern Kentucky (so both incidents I ever had were in the same area) in a small store, a demand to wear a mask by employee. Disappointed with Eastern Kentucky - compliance with this evil stuff only went up there, I think, and I'm talking about rural areas, instead of going down, since last December. While I saw compliance disappearing in rural Missouri. Sheep will be sheep, I guess, they're being injected with poison and every 3rd of them now was marked by that GMO stuff, but they won't quit their slave muzzles. If a slave loves a muzzle, they deserve it.

People need to call it what it is, right into their faces of those who comply - Mark of the Beast, yes the masks too - masks are just a prelude to much bigger thing - injected biomarkers/biocontrol. Next will be vaxx requirements, probably, to even buy food.
It's hardly possible to buy any house on land enough to grow food/keep a goat on in Kentucky right now (and pretty much anywhere in the states), they get offers within hours of listing, I guess people know what's coming and want food independence.
 
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Hermetic Seal

Kingfisher
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What really worries me is that much of this is a psyop to get people like us resistant to the oligarch's insane rules to out themselves. In some areas, if you aren't wearing a mask you've already put a target on your back and people, not to mention those in power, will automatically assume you're a right-wing dissident badperson. To me, this is the absolute only argument for wearing a mask: to remain anonymous and keep your head down for a little bit longer.

By extension, sometimes I wonder if Globohomo Inc's next move is to unleash a killer disease that kills everyone who isn't injected with Coovid syrup. Just imagine the double efficacy of this: you kill all the people most likely to resist you without firing a shot, and instill fear in the population ensuring everyone else is obedient to demands to get vaccinated. Only after that do you unleash your super-virus to kill off 30% of the population or whatever, and have free reign to play God and manipulate population and demographics to your whims.

If it was actually within their power to do such a thing, however, I think they would've done it by now. While it's possible that the technology is playing catchup, I'm inclined to think that all the godless scientistry of Globohomo Inc. and China just can't quite do what they want it to. These maniacs would think nothing of killing off a third of the world's population but this is probably the best they can do, with media gaslighting to cover the rest of the social engineering agenda.

Bill Gates and his buddies probably dream of downloading their brains into immortal bodies that look like Jotaro Kujo or Jean Shrimpton, while the rest of the population is eugenicized into subservient mulatto peons who are slaves to their passions and brainless entertainment, but their faith in technology and scientism far outstrips what human ingenuity can conjure. Unfortunately, they're likely to do plenty of damage before we reach that point.
 

AntoniusofEfa

Kingfisher
^ This is not how it works. A contagious virus is not deadly. The vaxxed ones are less resistant to anything that is not exactly that version of covid that was in the vax, since their immune system went from being a good all round defender (how nature intended the immune system to be) to a system attenuated to one particular virus strand.

Notice how a typical Vax side effect are rashes and herpes outbreaks. These are signs of the immune system shutting down.
 
^ This is not how it works. A contagious virus is not deadly. The vaxxed ones are less resistant to anything that is not exactly that version of covid that was in the vax, since their immune system went from being a good all round defender (how nature intended the immune system to be) to a system attenuated to one particular virus strand.

Notice how a typical Vax side effect are rashes and herpes outbreaks. These are signs of the immune system shutting down.
This is how I have understood it as well. One of the hypotheses is that the seemingly inevitable vaccine regimen will ultimately give people an autoimmune type of response, so that when something simple comes along that the immune system isn't trained for because it has specialized, it won't be as strong to defend it. I know none of us really know, but do you think it is feasible that this is the overall intent to just lower immunity, or is everyone just ignorant to that fact? Like I don't understand why this concept is so difficult to understand. People are lining up for this thing like it's candy.
 
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