Heads up, this one is darkly humorous and black-pilled. But there’s nowhere else to talk about such things.
I’ve been trying to enjoy this summer. It may be the last one that somewhat resembles Ye Olde Americae. Between one thing and another, I have impressive stockpiles of everything from food to hard hats. I am incredibly ready for a crisis of almost any kind.
I’m not going to survive.
The turning point was when California “relaxed” its lockdown on June 15. There were two parts to it. One was Newsom declaring himself the Dictator of California by refusing to ever relinquish his emergency authority to micromanage the lives of every single inhabitant of his state in perpetuity. Nobody cared. This is in line with a total and inexplicable refusal from all established authorities to ever say No. They’ll maybe complain, drag their feet or resign, but they never refuse the New World Order.
The other is the June 15 declaration that all un-vaxxed are second class citizens. Again, zero institutional defiance. Businesses don’t just put notices in their windows, they put up billboards customized with their logos. Maybe they don’t believe the rules that they themselves post. It doesn’t matter what they believe so long as they are willing to obey. I have to believe they really mean it. I’ve met enough to be certain that many of my neighbors sincerely believe that I am a walking plague upon mankind just because the government said so. They whimper in terror as I tell them… slowly and deliberately…
…that I feel perfectly fine.
I’ve amused myself by mocking their “mask up if you’re an un-baptised Juden” rules. Oh yes, I’m a lawbreaker now. My first crime was Christ and the second was being born a white man who belonged in this country. That makes me outlaw, not criminal; I never chose to cross the line; the Deep State merely drew a new line and declared me on the wrong side, because this country they stole is my birthright inheritance.
I’m going to be rational about that. Mine is a simple philosophy: Non Serviam Tyrannis.
Be that as it may, the Normies love tyranny, especially their being on the pointy receiving end of it. Even the fire department noticed I hadn’t taken the now-statewide mandatory sexual harassment training–they actually checked–and have now dispensed with my services as an emergency volunteer. That’s right: in Commiefornia, you aren’t allowed to extract injured people from burning houses until you’ve been taught to hate your twig & berries, because priorities, man. Nobody has a problem with this, not even the people who needed my help badly enough to offer free training in the first place.
Although, I was not the only recipient on those e-mail notifications. Hmm.
I always said that atheism was the worship of government as God, but I never thought it would be so, so TOTAL. Part of me is impressed. Devoted as I am to Christ, I am not so devoted as to literally forget what Christ said yesterday in order to believe whatever Christ says today.
That’s why I follow Christ, of course. He is correct. He’s the embodiment of truth and like me, the rightful inheritor of a stolen world that hated Him first and us next. Now I find myself surrounded by worshipers of the false god Atheism, sometimes called Evo, and they have a fanatical devotion to not noticing they’re being lied to constantly. They might actually see not noticing the lies as a test of loyalty. When I point out the lies, they lie to me in hopes that I’ll get back on the plantation of not noticing the lies. Are they trying to help me with my unfortunate lack of devotion?
I take stock of my situation, realize that I’m surrounded by depraved banksters programming Godless zombies with psychic malware and, well, they don’t sell anything in the military surplus store for this. Camping gear and firepower will have to do.
I need to leave. There’s nowhere to go. My out-of-state allies would help me but are facing similar hardships.
Conclusion? There is no solution. I can stock up enough to manage a transitionary period, after which I will be a criminal outcast or a concentration camp inmate. There is simply no substitute for people helping out. God grant me either allies to stand against the tide or a swift exit from the frustrating futility, because there’s no material safety to be had. As it should be, our hope is in Christ alone.
But it’s a nice summer. Gettin’ stuff done. Busy at work. Being happy like they don’t want… the greatest revenge!