Nathan Smith’s recent article “Let Them Have Traffic Lights” got me thinking about our addiction to the NZ media and the passive acceptance of the six o’clock news as generally accurate. The news must be correct or it would be rejected, right?
Ardern prepared us for the Covid crisis several years before the virus actually appeared, so that when it did we were dutifully mesmerised in front of our televisions, mass victims of political insanity.
I earnestly posted Facebook warnings to friends and family about the experimental mRNA vaccine, only to be publicly reprimanded for daring to contradict the mainstream narrative that ‘all vaccines are good, who are you to argue against the science?’
Indeed. Put in my place, I withdrew from public humiliation and resorted to unsuccessful personal appeals to discourage loved ones from ‘vaccination’, particularly those over-zealously and unnecessarily jabbing their children.
All to no avail. They did it anyway; their daily dose of media brainwashing removed any choice.
Now that we know the vaccine doesn’t work, and comes with a surfeit of adverse events, I am very quiet. I won’t share my fears about compromised immune systems evidenced by the ’flu and common cold ravaging the country. I won’t express my horror about the possibility about unexpected deaths, heart issues and strokes, or that even children’s future fertility may be compromised by the experimental mRNA vaccine.
As more adverse event data appears (not in mainstream media) I peruse it sadly. My good news about the unnecessary vaccination was rejected: I refuse to be the bearer of bad news.
This week I walked into a medical specialist’s surgery wearing the obligatory mask. I should have been pleased to be greeted with, ‘You can take that off!’ Any pleasure was negated by the mandatory masking at reception and the Spanish Inquisition about Covid symptoms and was anyone self isolating at home? Really? Two contradictory mask standards operating mere steps away from each other?
I am completely free from the fear of Covid – it has zero power over me. I won’t test for Covid if I get sick because I just don’t care anymore. Just as I’d not want to share a common cold, Covid is no different.
But I am not the norm. I am an oddity. Covid is rife and the vaccinated and boosted are getting it more than once. A casual acquaintance this week told me her second infection was far worse than the first. Well, I wouldn’t know and I don’t care – not that I told her that. I just nodded sympathetically.
I don’t disclose my non-vaccinated status or tell people I haven’t had Covid despite not wearing a mask, hanging out with the Covid positive and even caring for those sick with it. Covid does not interest me, it is a non-event.
NZ is a Covid madhouse and I am a reluctant participant.
My reliance on vitamins and supplements was put to the test when we moved house and my stash of Covid preventatives disappeared in one of the many unpacked boxes littering our new abode. It’s been three weeks without their protection and I still haven’t got sick from Covid or anything else.
So what do I believe in? I believe in God and the principles of an honest life, healthy living, loyalty to family and friends, personal responsibility, having fun and laughing at stupidity. I would love the freedom to discuss the pros and cons of our health choices in this new and strange country of rules and regulations devised by the Ardern Government, but it’s not going to happen.
Despite evidence that the vaccine is neither effective or safe, bribery prevails.
Nathan Smith says we are cowards about freedom:
We collectively calculate that oppression is better than being responsible for our decisions, so long as it is deniable.
He is right.