The Unvaccinated will be Vindicated
As the official Covid narrative nears collapse, adherents must soon reevaluate not only their concept of government, but also some of the most fundamental beliefs they have about themselves.
When I first started sketching out ideas for this article several months ago, I did so under the working title of Drag Them into the Streets and Sodomize them to Death with Rusty Bayonets. The reference, as anyone familiar with recent Libyan history (and by extension, the crimes of Hillary Clinton) will know, is to Muammar Gaddafi, former president of the oil-rich nation whose four-decade rule was brought to a grisly end when he was captured by a NATO-assisted mob, tickled mercilessly, and then given a purple-nurple that left a bruise for weeks.
Now, in the unlikely event I have within my readership, any Libyans still loyal to the deposed colonel, please understand – this is not a comment upon his leadership, much less a celebration of his brutal demise. Insofar as I know the affairs of that country, I know only enough not to trust the Western version of them, the ire of my title instead directed at a rather more contemporary class of tyrant.
This was early October, after all, and once more the Covid rhetoric was being amped up. Try as they may, the mainstream media had not been able to replicate the levels of hysteria they had achieved with their first onslaught of propaganda, and so now they sought to knead this hysteria into an even more politically exploitable emotion – anger. I’m sure more than a few readers remember that sinking sensation the first time they heard some talking head link the unvaccinated with murder. It was almost as chilling as hearing their lemming-like listeners mindlessly regurgitate it. After being subject to the ignominy of masks, the cruelty of lockdowns, and the inarticulable torture of watching the perpetrators grow rich, this vilification seemed like an almost supreme form of injustice – your humble narrator left so embittered, there were days I struggled to meet the gaze of mask-wearing passersby, let alone to write anything cogent.
But of course, the world is an altogether different place than it was back in October. Since I first started (and ultimately abandoned) this article, we have witnessed, with quite remarkable rapidity, the collapse of every pillar holding up the crumbling Covid doctrine. No one believes the doomsday numbers anymore. How anyone ever fell for the wet market bullshit was always beyond me. Regular people are beginning to ask questions about Ivermectin and Hydroxychloroquine, while even Brian Stelter – Brian fucking Stelter, ladies and gentlemen – has sprouted enough of a testicle to make a joke about the CDC’s credibility. Project Veritas has been central to forcing these issues into the public consciousness. So too have folks like Dr. Robert Malone, Dr. Peter McCullough, and Dr. Zelenko. With time and against the full force of government-corporate hegemon, their voices have been joined by others in ever-increasing volume and ferocity, and I think that most everyone now recognizes, even if just on some gut level, that something major is about to give.
I’m sure there are plenty of readers who have fantasized about this moment. No doubt, you believe you’re owed an apology or two. You probably feel like you deserve, if not a medal, then at least some kind of pastry, first for seeing through, and then possessing the grit to resist, two years of ceaseless propaganda, demoralization, and psy-ops. There were times when I think most of us feared they would wash our civilization away. They still very well might, yet however tentative the optimism of the past few weeks, it has nonetheless been enough to convince me that, providing we welcome our loved ones onto the right side of history, without caveats or self-satisfied I told you sos, then there exists the opportunity to at last turn this shitshow around.
Yes, the vaccinated were duped.
Yes, they bowed to the power of a technocratic super-evil.
Many were so lobotomized by endless convenience and formulaic Hollywood plot lines that they had already became the unthinking zombies they accused us of being, and however you try to dress it up, that is a terribly painful realization for any person to come to.
