Anarcho-Tyrannical Normalcy

“Do you have a mask, sir? Sir, you need a mask in order to be in here.”

This is the new normal, I was reminded, when I picked up my takeout order from the locally-run pizza place on the corner. I know the owners, at least by face, as we’ve ordered pizza from their small establishment on a fairly regular basis for years. Even when these lockdowns started in March, flaunting the indoor mask order was pretty easy to do there, since I was never in the store for longer than the minute it took to pay and grab the grub.

Other people, of course, would wear a mask. I could tell some of them saw my general disregard and wondered to themselves what exactly they were doing with those silly scraps of fabric covering their faces. Others were probably annoyed. The employees of the shop, understandably, had to be masked up under threat of fines from our local government—and this being a very blue county in a very blue state, there was no hope of our ostensibly Republican governor pulling what DeSantis did in Florida: if you got fined by local authorities here, you’d better cough up the money or they’d put you out of business.

Prohibition-era mobsters used to grandstand and compliment your shop before they threatened to trash it for shakedown money. We’ve all seen the movies, which as we know, were just like real life. The mafia that runs our government can’t be bothered to do that. Instead, they effetely posture about getting old people sick before vindictively turning the population against itself, and as the riots this year proved, sometimes in more literal and drastic ways than we’re willing to admit. The horrible reality about these COVID lockdowns is that there’s no one face to attach to any of them. The psychos like Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan, or Kate Brown of Oregon, are all symptoms of a greater ailment, and we all know it.

On the one hand, it’s easy to condemn the people who voted lunatics like this into power. But it isn’t that simple; democracy, even in the fraud-free liberal fantasies that exist only the minds of Boomers, offers neither freedom of choice nor an adequate selection of the best people for the job. Liberals, both left and right, emptily signal about how politicians are supposed to be pleasing us, how their campaigns are their job interviews, and how voters are like their bosses. We all know now, I hope, how monumentally stupid that belief is.

Anthony Cuomo was elected governor of New York a decade ago, and this year, he looked his electorate square in their faces and impetuously declared COVID to be their fault. You guys weren’t wearing the masks. You guys weren’t social distancing. You guys weren’t doing enough. And this was after he found that COVID turned out to be a gift that really gave: he managed to cut down on the state’s pension obligations by sending Doctor Coronavirus to do checkups at nursing homes. Forty-some thousand grandparents, great-uncles, and aging mentors later, Cuomo is held up as the shining example of good COVID management by the Regime. They gave him an Emmy for it. He’s even writing a book. He’ll probably do a tour.

Sure, he was elected. Sure, he was re-elected. And sure, maybe we couldn’t tell beforehand that he and his ilk would behave this way. But if I was a gambling man, I’d bet on his reelection again, even despite—or, perhaps now because of—his decision to help the elderly along on their journey out of life. Like Whitmer, like Brown, like Newsom, there’s no accountability, here. There’s no one to appeal to when things don’t work out. Michigan’s Republicans are at least trying to impeach Whitmer for her efforts to systematically destroy the state’s working class, but we’ll have to see whether that actually goes anywhere. No such talk will be found from Oregonians, New Yorkers, or Californians, that’s for sure.

These officials aren’t employees painstakingly vetted by The People™ in order to serve our interests, and they know it. They’re part of the exclusive club of the ruling elite; they can and will flaunt their power as they see fit. Campaigning? Job interview? Who do you think works for whom, here?

Mask On/Mask Off

When I went in to get my pizza, I wasn’t neglecting my mask out of a misplaced sense of social arrogance. I didn’t think I was special. I thought I was normal. I still think I’m normal, by the way, even when the rest of the people around me seem to believe that a bad flu is worth destroying our social cohesion over. And I don’t say this lightly, either. I’m aware of extended family who was briefly hospitalized by the virus. I’m two degrees removed from people who apparently died from it. But people die from bad flues, too, especially the elderly and the infirm. The talking point that this is much worse than the average flu is certainly true; the fact that flu seasons regularly and habitually lead to hospital bed shortages and ICU overcrowding is, on the other hand, not given its due airtime.

On that note, the fact that the flu doesn’t seem to be a thing this year should have been a tell. This is all political; the guise of health and wellness is there as one last effort to coerce those liberals still willing to believe that the system works. Its insidiousness lies in how it’s ostensibly voluntary; after all, most of us don’t want to think that our actions might inadvertently kill someone’s grandmother. We’re not all Andrew Cuomo. So you put on the mask, and you urge others to, and if you’re liberal, you do so with an expletive thrown in for good measure.

But that mask has turned into a token. It’s possible it was always intended to be one, but that’s hard to prove. Early in this circus, wearing masks was recognized for what it was: useless at best, harmful at worst. Then we all had to get M-95 masks one day because an expert suggested it. When those sold out, we were told “anything would work.” But if we actually cared about masks, then we should care about getting the one that actually works, right? Apparently not. Apparently a bandanna is good enough.

And of course it’s good enough: now that COVID’s initial shock to the population is over with, we know that these masks aren’t here to combat the virus. Whatever they accomplish to that end is wholly secondary to the mask’s real purpose: tokenism. It’s the bracelet you wore in middle school to show how you were chic and cool, except this time you get to vent your anger on people who aren’t wearing their tokens. Not only do you get to feel good about it, you’ll be supported by your fellow mask-wearing liberals. You’ll be supported by the Regime. Perhaps it’s more appropriate to call it the pin on your lapel that shows your allegiance to the Party.

Mask tokenism has given the liberal-American proles the perfect social outlet for venting their frustration. It’s the same behavior that we saw at work during the riots. Submit. They’re mad because you didn’t submit to the Regime when they did. Some of them are mad because they really support the Regime. Some are mad because they felt they had to capitulate, and flaunting your masklessness reminds them that maybe they were wrong. But all of them carry the weight of the humiliated, as their means of coping with the Regime’s demands manifest as a wholesale embrace of madness rather than categorical rejection of it. It’s the humiliation of people who were defeated because they didn’t have any answers to the problems they faced, so they embraced the ideology of their enemies and became their drones. Those of us mask-less rubes are blaring indictments of their capitulation, and they can’t stand it.

This is all a lot of hypothesizing, of course. As we know, there are a multitude of reasons that one might be buying into the mask hysteria. A lot of people, I’m finding, are doing it in order to go along to get along. The problem is that attitude just goes along to get us along further into tyranny. When the government steps into a sector of society and temporarily restricts or regulates it, it never leaves. Mask mandates are probably here to stay until the Regime is put in its place, and loathe as I am to admit it, trusting in subsidiarity isn’t going to help us here. How these lockdowns have been instituted, state-by-state and city-by-city, has shown us that we’re past the point in trusting the principle of subsidiarity. Our predecessors and elders fell asleep at the wheel. Our localities have been robbed from us.

When governors and local march in lock-step formation with the federal-level and international goons, subsidiarity has failed. Empty posturing to bring it back is just a grift to sell to the dying generation of boomers that haven’t yet realized what’s going on. Maybe when we fix the problems going on in this country, we can talk about subsidiarity again. Maybe once we can all agree on who the president is, and hopefully who the supreme authority of the land is, we can talk about subsidiarity again. The electoral Rubicon has been crossed anyway, even though we still don’t really know what the country looks like in February.

One thing we can know, however, is that the anarcho-tyranny aspect isn’t going away that quickly.

Anarcho-Tyranny

Welcome to the new normal, we were told about nine months ago. Get used to half- or quarter-capacity restaurants and retail chains, at least with whatever time they have left. Get used to sporadic, unpredictable, and haphazardly enforced lockdowns (quarantines). Get used to wearing a mask in public facilities for the rest of your life.

But that’s not enough, is it? Get used to not celebrating Thanksgiving. Get used to not having Christmas with your family. Or Easter, the Fourth of July, or any of the rest. Get used to never having social gatherings, or weddings, or funerals. Get used to not being with your loved ones when they’re hospitalized, or elderly, or in the maternity ward.

But that won’t be enough, either. Get used to working for Amazon. Get used to not going on dates. Get used to having your churches shut down. Get used to having your kids developmentally stunted.

When all of this started in March, those of us who belonged to right-America didn’t want to believe what the elite of liberal-America were telling us to our faces: this is the new normal. “There’s no way this is the new normal,” we told ourselves. Masks? Mass-quarantines of perfectly healthy people? And in the name of a virus that, even at the time, we realized wasn’t nearly as deadly as we thought it was back in January? “We don’t have to listen to this idiocy.” But then they arrested moms for taking their kids to playgrounds in the middle of nowhere. And our favorite restaurants didn’t come back.

“It’s only for two weeks,” they told us at first, “in order to flatten the curve.” We had experts putting time limits on the lockdowns in order to sell it to those cantankerous right-Americans that remained skeptical. “Oh well,” we sort of mumbled, “I guess I can try to take two weeks off of work in order to please these hysterical people.” Well, those of us that could, anyway.

But it wasn’t two weeks. It wasn’t even supposed to be two weeks. Two weeks was never the plan. It was a month, two months, in some places even three. It was workplaces that closed and simply never reopened. It was the destruction not just of Main Street, this time, but even of what replaced it—big box stores and chains started to fold. Jeff Bezos, of course, made out like a bandit. It wasn’t about the curve or public safety or finding a vaccine. And when the vaccine comes, as we know, these restrictions still aren’t going away. It’s about sending a message. You are the property of the elites. You are slaves. You will do what they tell you. If that doesn’t work, they’ll use the state to arrest you. And if that doesn’t work, if that doesn’t scare enough of you into compliance, they’ll rile up mobs of radicalized millennials and recently-released criminals to burn down your cities and harass your neighborhoods.

Anarcho-tyranny is here. If the term isn’t a familiar one, consider this: a State that selectively applies the rule of law to the citizens least likely to resist it, while it lets anarchic mobs run roughshod over the same people in order to badger them into compliance. Does that sound familiar? Does that sound like what we’ve seen happen for the last half a year?

This has been here since Obama’s days, back when BLM was first born and the conservative establishment still had in it some shred of trust from average Republicans. Back then, they could spin the riots as isolated incidents, and they could even pitch that there were legitimate grievances on the part the BLM organizers. They could assert this even when they were orchestrated, financed, and had the support of people in very high places. They can’t say the same thing, now.

Every right-leaning Republican voter knows that the Regime supports the violence. They might not know the details of how or why, but they’re aware of the realities. And more troubling than that, they’re aware, on some general intuitive level, that the COVID restrictions and the riots aren’t unrelated to each other. The voters that showed up in droves for Trump have eyes in their heads: they know that their anti-lockdown protests were dispersed by authorities the same month that the cops sat back watched Minneapolis burn.

Some of us might be wondering, what’s the endgame to this? Well, a vaccine for one. What’s going to be in it is anyone’s guess, however, since we already know that we don’t need one. Maybe the long-prophesied RFID chips are finally coming down the line. Maybe it’ll just make the rest of us sick, since COVID didn’t seem to do it. Maybe, and this is a bit conspiratorial, all of this was done to definitively establish the enemies of the Regime so they can be targeted for removal; some commentators are practically saying the quiet part out loud. Maybe the vaccine is an immunization to the super-plague that they’re saving for that rainy day, and it’s going to make all the dystopian stories of the twentieth century seem like so many comfortable bedtime stories.

Or, maybe it’s effectively nothing. Maybe this has just been yet another exercise in the stopgap measures needed to demoralize the population and prolong the election. Maybe COVID is exactly what they say it is, and that a vaccine isn’t really necessary, but they’re rolling it out in order to further cement psychological control over their enemies. To make it easier, they’ll coerce compliance out of you by convincing all the major businesses and corporations to demand Proof-of-Vaccination certificates from their clients and employees. Maybe the vaccine is just going to be Masks Mark II: politicized tokens that tell other members of the Regime that you play ball. Again, I’m no gambling man, but if I was, this is where I’d put my money.

This isn’t to say it’ll be harmless, of course. Anyone who trusts the government to push drugs on medical professionals so some overweight nurse can pump them into your system is insane. I’m not even a anti-vaxxer, but I’m not stupid enough to pretend like the government doesn’t routinely abuse, mislead, and bamboozle Americans into getting drugs they don’t need, either. The country’s prescription drug dependency rates come to mind. So does Gardasil 9. And the less said about Tuskegee, the better.

Maybe this post will age poorly. Maybe, in another year, or even just another few months, we can look back at this 2020 year and laugh to ourselves. Right now, those of us with eyes to see can recognize what’s right in front of our faces: globalist oligarchs—from Big Tech and Big Pharma CEOs to the ruling party of the Regime—are finally implementing what they’ve been screwing around with for thirty years. I remember the days when the Great Reset was called Agenda 21. I also remember when Alex Jones was still on YouTube. Those days aren’t coming back.

Be on your guard. Keep the Faith.