Hello, all. I wasn’t sure if I would post today, but a friend recently asked about a story I was writing up until about spring of last year. Not sure exactly when I gave up on this story, but it was somewhere around the time when all the toilet paper went missing and everyone lost their minds thinking a cloth or paper mask can protect you from a severe cold or flu. We are now at the point where people think wearing more masks and getting multiple jabs is the answer. Basically we are living in a reality that is weirder and stranger than the dystopian fictional story I came up with.
Get All the Jabs was my try at something like 1984, which is a book I read in China of all places. This is a first draft, unfinished. You will find plot and character inconsistencies, and typos and grammar issues galore. The last half has the middle end missing as I really, really didn’t know how to present the argument against vaccines well. There’s so much information that’s been hidden, purposefully, from people, and so, so many lies that have been told. The beginning, I think, represents the unthinking religion around jabs well enough. Anyway, have a read if you like and if you have any ideas on how to end it, leave them in the comments. And, yeah, the magical flying box. Really don’t know where that came from. But it’s not weirder than health professionals telling us to restrict our breathing to fight off a virus that affects one’s respiratory system. And, yes, this story is set in Minnesota. California’s got nothing on us at this point. We are the epitome of lemmings who refuse to question the status quo.
Guys, the Science is safe, the Science is sound, the Science is settled. Right? Please pray for the world to wake up from this madness and to turn to God and real science again, that of facts and observation, not of ideology.
Maybe someday I’ll finish this story, but I doubt it, not when what’s happening right now in real life is a far more horrifying tale, because it is so very real. We are in a tyranny of moral busybodies, and as C.S. Lewis says, “those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” God, help us all. We are all under the figurative thumb of Miss uppity, pink, what’s-her-name from Harry Potter. Where are the Weasley twins when we need them? Rebelling against evil is not a bad thing, not at all.