I ACCEPT that the Narrative reins Supreme
And that and it’s useless to fight It (It = human nature). Do I still shoot dead horses?
Anyone can do just a small bit of their own research and thinking and KNOW that there have NOT been 500,000 CoVid-1984 deaths in the U.S. These numbers are completely fraudulent, and it’s in plane sight for anyone who wishes to see:
A fraudulent CoVid-1984 “Case” is anyone testing positive with a PCR Test having a 90 – 97% false positive rate (though they have probably turned down the Ct [Cycle Threshold] since the inauguration, based on “science”).
A fraudulent CoVid-1984 “Death” is anyone dying for any reason within 30 days of “testing positive” with this fraudulent test (CoVid-1984 is that deadly!).
And even the CDC on their website says the only 6% of CoVid-1984 deaths had CoVid-1984 as the cause of death; the other 94% had and average of 3.9 other co-morbidities (e.g., fatal gunshot wounds, motorcycle accident, terminal cancer, heart attack, etc.).
And if people did this research and thinking, then they wouldn’t need to ask themselves some other Inconvenient Questions, e.g.:
Why, when we in the U.S. have the Smartest People and the Most Expensive Big Pharma and Medical Care, the best Lock-Downs, and have spent about 6 trillion dollars “fighting CoVid-1984”, do we have more CoVid-1984 “Deaths” per-capita than any of the other 47 countries in the Western Hemisphere?
Why are there quite literally NO “Flu Deaths” this year?
On the other-other hand, the Mainstream Press keeps repeating this 500,000 CoVid-1984 Lie (Repeat a Lie often enough and …). And Jill led Joe out onto the White House stairs with 500 lit candles to commemorate these “500,000” victims of CoVid-1984 with all the cameras and MSM to record the event, thus officially-certifying this False Narrative. So this Lie will be the Truth for most Americans.
People have always liked to be told the “Truth”. That is so much easier than finding the truth for themselves or confronting a Lie. And it’s a complete waste of anyone’s (e.g., my) time to try to fight a Narrative, or to challenge a person’s Belief. I finally get it. Perhaps I had to go through the “5 Stages” to find this Acceptance. I haven’t “given up”, but I have Accepted. That doesn’t mean I’ll start wearing a mask or start believing Greta and Gore when it comes to Climate Change (just another one of my pet peeves in this almost infinite Myriad of Myths).
Yesterday, after about a week and a half, I’m no longer snowed in, the sun is shining, and I’m even starting to hear birds singing in the morning.
And, on the other-other hand, I have been known to beat a dead horse. And then go back and beat it again just to make sure it’s dead, and then walk away. And then go back and beat it again to really make sure. And then go back and shoot it, just to really really be sure that it’s dead. Some people beat dead horses. In my family we go a bit further and shoot dead horses.
But now I have Accepted, and am enjoying the sunshine and the daffodil shoots coming up, and I won’t be beating this dead horse anymore, I’ve got better things to do.
And, on the other-other hand, knowing myself, maybe tomorrow or the next day, I’ll go back to that rotten corpse of a horse, that has been stripped to just it’s skull and vertebrates by the coyotes and crows, and shoot it one more time. See for example Figure 1 below: Was that deer really dead, or should I have perhaps shot it just to make sure?
Fig. 1. The day after I saw this buck still standing on all four legs with it’s beautiful brown eyes and brown fur and his antlers caught in a tree (one reason why I always try to remember to take a camera into the forest). I went back the next day with a camera and “shot it”. Things get re-cycled in the forest quite rapidly, so I worry a bit about my geriatric Nashoba and my neighbors, the coyotes, who have been hanging around in numbers quite a bit lately. I’ve decided no more walks in the forest after dark with Nashoba (his camouflage is so perfect that even under a nearly full moon and with a 10,000 lumen flashlight, I can lose him in a minute when he wanders off following a scent, as happened last night).