Lock-down Nostalgia

How could you?

I read an above average Substack called Coffee and Covid, by Jeff Childers, Esq. The author is an amazing thinker and fighter for our freedom. Freedom to do things and freedom to NOT do things. The comments that ensue after each newsy, snarky and insightful ‘stack are also above average, as are the readers. I have learned so much from Jeff, the commentors and subsequent links to rabbit holes that might have otherwise stayed hidden for all time.

I have met good friends from the commentor pool, live and in person. There are purposeful, intentional gatherings of like minded abnormies. They have become sort of steady handhold, out beyond what I see. I know they are there, and all I have to do is reach out. They stabilize me, as some old friends have fallen away, and times are rolling rough shod over all I have believed and thought to be true.

As we grasp this new and very horrible reality, the plausibility of time stolen and the manipulation of ideals, values and morality, we hold on together. And…I can’t be grateful enough for all my friends, new and old, who are beside me, perceiving this clown world with a train-crash panoramic view and thinking the same thing.

Jeff asked us the other day about the stories making the round on LSM (lame stream media) regarding all the supposed idiots who are longing for lock-downs. Nostalgic for “NO”. They put the eff in freedom, your freedom, my freedom and all we held dear as the recipients of the Constitution.

Could it be a fact that where you lived during the hoosegow heydaze might have a direct impact on your feelings about being quarantined when you were not even sick?

I admit that I have been known to toss out the words “Gee, I miss the lock-downs.” Yes, so sue me. What I should have said is “I miss having the roads all to myself” and “I miss the time before so many people turned into lazy asshole zombies.” I know! Terrible?! Right?! I am the worst. I never locked down and paid no mind to any totalitarian decrees. But, I also live rural, so it was easier to do.

The holding-cell pattern that 2020-2021 created, also produced monsters. I will tell you that the people who went into 2020 are not the same ones who came out when given the all-clear. The normals became anything but.

So many people I deal with now are so young, many are rude, quite a few have weird colored hair, lots of tattoos and face piercings and there seems to be a noticeable lack of testosterone.

The Give-A-Shit gene has been stolen and replaced with brainless gimme-gimme-gimme. What happened to the middle-people? Middle aged? Middle class? Where did they go?

That quiet lock-down time of the unknown, with roads free of crazy drivers, was, well, quiet. Now we live in a reality where all semblance of civility has all but disappeared. Nobody cares about anyone but themselves and it shows. People are now spark-less. A gray pall has been cast over humanity, and if you look around, people are barely holding on.

So, what I do miss is that in-between, that quiet. I miss not knowing how this was all going to play out. Silly me, thinking there would be any normal left.

I miss the last moments before the flag of this once great nation was ripped right out of my hands. I miss not knowing just how much we were playing right into the hands of the giant psyop monster. I miss the time before…before the plandemic and concurrent events forever altered my perception of reality. I miss the ideal America and I feel a great loss in the cowering fear of my imitation fellow men. I feel let down in so many ways, too many to count here.

I fear the scars of the plandemic will carry on into eternity, dividing the timeline of the whole world, with new meaning given to BC and AD. They took Christ out of everything we hold dear…Before Christ. Before Covid. After Death..yeah, well, that one still aptly applies.