Collage of Compliance Memes: Where Are they Now?

The Ghosts of Covid Past

Yep. My cousin still posts memes such as the one above. Many of which I am posting on here in honor of my Memes From a Former Stripper Substack roots.

Some of my long term readers and subscribers might remember that in 2022 I wrote a series called Collage of Compliance devoted to people I knew personally who took the Covid vaccines. Some of this was done because hysteria in the antivaxxer community was very high then that everybody who took the jabs was going to be dead in two years, say. I always thought this was nonsense though I had poured through enough data to see clearly that taking the jabs raised the risk for a wide variety of medical conditions up to and including sudden death.

I wanted to follow a set number of Covid jabbed people I knew across ages, races, locations, political affiliations and genders to see what their outcomes were. I also wanted to explain the circumstances under which they were hoodwinked, compelled or coerced into rolling up their sleeves for the bioweapons test. So where are they now?

The good news for anybody who took the Covid vaccines who might be reading this is that every single person in my Collage of Compliance series who is updating social media or otherwise in touch with me is still alive. Even Paul, the six or seven times Covid jabbed roommate in Las Vegas, seems okay, though he had a doctor’s appointment at the VA hospital that I drove him to. His general health is not that good and he had a heart attack in late 2022. Then again he is 72 and most medical types will write off his many ailments as normal aging. His room is filled with dozens of prescriptions and supplement bottles which he takes daily.

I would have loved to have contacted my former friends and associates directly about this series and my update regarding it. But under the surface I sense a Covid hangover that is brutal and ongoing. They do not want to talk about it or think about what happened during the Pandemic or the aftermath with the jab coercion campaign.

I have hence discovered that some of my closest friends with relationships stretching back decades do not seem that friendly any more. I will be linking to each back story as I write, though not in the order written.

Some weeks ago my cousin (eg the former stripper turned respiratory therapist) messaged me out of the blue. She was inadvertantly responsible for my humble Substack turning into primarily a meme sharing page. She shared many funny memes on her Facebook profile which blossomed into my very popular “Memes From a Former Stripper” substack posts. I still share memes from her page. All of the following ones were harvested from her Facebook. Anything regarding the city of Toledo and often the state of Ohio is usually her own meme. She goes for a lot of raunchy sexual humor to boot.

“Hey I’m coming to Las Vegas on June 20th! I better see you when I’m there!” My cousin messaged me. I did not respond. Then she called me on Facebook video messenger. It was the middle of the night in Thailand but I was awake for some reason and had been scrolling through the phone already.

“Look I’m not in Las Vegas right now.” I explained to her. “I honestly don’t know where I am going to be when you come into town.”

I lamented the pouring down rain in Phuket and we chatted. We swapped several personal pictures mostly of ourselves with our significant other. My cousin had a new boyfriend who was coming with her on her trip. “He makes me so happy.” She told me. “I mean I was able to wean myself off of antidepressants because of him! The sex is great!” I am glad if she is happy.

My cousin, a Trump supporter, took the Covid jabs under duress due to a mandate at her workplace. She had made very clear that she did not want them and had messaged me a few years ago claiming that under no circumstances was she taking any more boosters as the first series had messed her up. I found out last year that her 30 year old niece had died suddenly in 2022, an event that was buried at the time it happened.

I tucked this interaction aside. I haven’t seen my cousin since the summer of 2020 when I came into Toledo. We went to a Mexican Cantina with my younger girl and I asked her what she was seeing at the Detroit hospital she worked at. She assured me that they were swamped with Covid patients, but I was able to determine that due to Michigan governor Gretchen Whitmer’s directive, all those who had “Covid” were directed to the same hospital. So some places were swamped, while others were empty. My cousin also mentioned that she had free time that day because the hospital was slow and didn’t need her to come in.

BFF 3 also messaged me a few weeks ago. I have had a feeling that she is going through hard times but does not know how to open up to me any more. The gigantic needle in the room seems to loom too large. Her husband, for one thing, came out as transgender during the pandemic. Although she is extremely liberal and supportive of LGBTQ++ whatever rights, I know this has to be hard on her and I am not sure if they are still together at all.

I am trying to figure out how a guy from Texas, who used to climb electrical poles, proudly proclaimed that he had one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, who called himself a cowboy and assured me he would take good care of BFF 3 has now morphed into, err, Paris. Due to privacy concerns I am not going to share any pictures but I can assure you that her hubby does not appear to be an attractive woman. Or to be a woman at all. At first BFF 3 seemed supportive of this decision, but perhaps one year ago she noted that her husband was in therapy. It’s confusing to me too.

BFF 3 is the only person I included in my Collage of Compliance series who did not either publicly announce her jab status in one of those Facebook profile things or through other posts nor did she tell me directly. But I know her too well. She’s always been pro vaccine with a virologist sister and very liberal politics and friends. I sense the silent and not so silent judgements of my antivaxxer status in every message series. And Delta Airlines where she works had a jab coercion policy to boot.

At one point months ago I explained that my husband’s immigrant visa has been denied for refusing vaccines. This woman, who aligns with very liberal policies on (illegal) migrants, messaged me back with a dismissive “Well what did you expect?” response.

Some days ago she messaged me again regarding some personal matters she was going through. I expressed sorrow for her situation, then opened up about some personal matters I had been going through which, due to our shared past, I fully expected her to understand and sympathize with. There was no response back, not even an “I’m sorry for what you are going through” or even a “Hey I don’t know what to say but I’m here for you.” There was just a wow and a like emoji on the message thread. Five or 10 years ago I guarantee this issue would have opened up an hours long conversation. Now there is simply silence and it seems to me, judgement.

I tried to call BFF 3 at her listed phone number, figuring she might be more of a talking by telephone type. She didn’t answer or return the call, at least not yet.

I had asked BFF 3 about BFF 2 (we were all mutual friends at University). I had been admiring her facebook posts lately as she looks good and seems more content now that she has gotten off politics. She had been a corporate VP in Silicon Valley, but apparently took some sort of buyout in the past few years and is now writing songs and modeling. Despite falling in line with the virtue signallers during the jab campaign, she now simply does not talk about it. I mentioned her modelling career and how much weight she had lost.

“She’s had a lot of work done.” BFF 3 told me, detailing various surgical procedures BFF 2 did to keep her looks and waistline in check. I was disappointed to hear this as I had been thinking that perhaps she had found a natural jab detox protocol that restored her glow. Although I have messaged BFF 2 directly, most recently to wish her a Happy Birthday, she’s been aloof and brief in her responses to me back. I feel like in this three way girl’s club I am the odd (unjabbed) person out of the loop.

I sense a similar distance with BFF 1, who I congratulated on her recent marriage. She was absolutely glowing in pictures online of the nuptials. There was no acknowledgement or response back.

BFF 1 also works in healthcare and travelled and drives around fixing medical equipment. As such she was one of the first eligible for the Covid jabs and took them in January of 2021. The last message thread with her that I had in 2022 or so regarded whether they still required facemasks in healthcare settings. I was unable to set foot in a hospital for any reason due to this requirement.

“Oh God. I wear facemasks so much of the time that I totally forget I’m wearing one!” She responded back. I marvelled at this and reiterated again that I could not wear a facemask for longer than I could hold my breath. I had explained to BFF 1 prior that this was likely due to trauma from being held down and suffocated into a pillow until I passed out while I was being raped. There was no acknowledgement or empathy regarding this. It’s just been radio silence ever since then.

I suppose the Covid jabbed men I covered in the Collage of Compliance series do not seem to be shunning me at least. Scotty, who I covered along with Paul in my Las Vegas series, seems well and truly over it. He had one of the best excuses for taking the original jabs and one Pfizer booster, as he is developmentally disabled and may not even have the legal ability to refuse doctor’s orders. He also told me that “Covid vaccines are so bad.” and that his own doctor had told him that.

Scotty in his own way tracks the poor health of various people he knows who are almost all vaccinated. There have been three strokes (two disabling in that both women are now in assisted care facilities), at least one heart attack, and a few sudden deaths he’s mentioned in the broader Opportunity Village community.

On the other side of the world in Thailand I was having a conversation with Kuhn Chef a few months ago. He seems to be rebounding from his Parkinson’s like shaking episodes which he had in 2021 and 2022 following following receipt of the SinoVax series so he could resume his job as a high end chef. He became very interested in natural Thai herbs that could aid in recovery from a variety of conditions. I asked him how his family was.

“My Mum, she die.” He told me.

“I am so sorry to hear that Chef. When did it happen?” I expected him to say sometime very recent as he still visits me and my husband on a regular basis.

“In December of 2021.” He answered back. That was over three years ago. This corresponded with the jabs being fully deployed in Thailand and a period of extremely high excess mortality which has not yet fully abated. I am positive Kuhn Chef never mentioned this death to me at the time.

Among the Covid jabbed I am noticing that there were a lot of deaths of friends and family who simply were buried quietly at the time it happened. I have no doubt that this weighs on them among other things. I think that wound is festering.

I never saw my cousin when she came to Las Vegas. She seemed very self conscious about how old she looks now. Admittedly she has aged some in pictures she sent me. I tried to tell her that we’re all getting older, but we kept on missing each other and her boyfriend had a family member in Las Vegas who they hung out with instead. I’ll try to get in a face to face conversation perhaps in our hometown of Toledo next time.

But consider carefully her background and position. She dropped out of high school and was a stripper for a time, then when she got older she completed her GED high school equivalent where the teachers noted that she was bright and should pursue higher education. She completes residency and then works in a respectable job in healthcare, where she almost certainly put the ventilators on Covid positive patients which ultimately killed them. Of course it was a team effort, with toxic drugs, sedatives and withholding of proper care added into the mix. She was just following orders as just another part of the collage of compliance.

But how would you feel to face that part of yourself? Stripping is actually far more honest and less deadly. I unsurprisingly see a lot of passive aggressive job memes from her such as this one:

She’s just an order following cog in the housing of the Death Star. The center of presumed consensus however, can no longer hold regarding anything. We all should be united against the liars and thieves at the top of the pyramid.

I took Paul to the VA Hospital yesterday for a new eyeglass prescription. He asked me how my husband was doing and I engaged in a long conversation about Ka as we walked into the hospital.

“Ka has sometimes worked on the fishing boats when I am not around.” I explained to Paul. “But he does not want to do that with me around because he would be gone for days or maybe weeks at a time.”

We sat down in the waiting area of the vision clinic as a TV played some Thai PBS series in the background. I scrolled on my phone until I heard something on the television.

“Bangkok, Thailand.” The TV in the Las Vegas VA hospital waiting area announced.

“I’ve seen this one before.” The God knows how many times Covid jabbed roommate said to me. “You should watch it.”

The PBS show called Human Footprint went through a long segment regarding shrimp farms and slave fishing boats in the Andaman Sea the gist. Men are taken in and they can’t get out. I nodded my head regarding some of the worst abuses which I had sometimes heard mentioned and had even worried about. There’s such greed corrupting the human soul. Everybody is squeezed by the almighty dollar of the money masters.

I shook my head. “I can’t believe I was talking to you about this same subject matter just a few minutes ago! You know Ka did work on a shrimp farm too a long time ago. He said it was same same be the slave.” I think my first husband Oh had gone into greater detail on this but I understood the storyline. The masters always drive down the labor costs in every way they can, preferably to zero and in debt to them to even eat food. They need you to sign you first born away too.

Sometimes it’s these types of funny synchronicities that remind me that God is in charge. Perhaps we live in spite of their attempts to kill us because God won’t let us die yet. Perhaps those who cross over become our guardian angels.

On the drive back I explained to Paul what was going on with my husband’s visa waiver for refusing vaccines. “Ridiculous.” The roommate shook his head sadly. The most Covid jabbed true believer of them all is thus far the only one who seems to be expressing direct sympathy regarding this situation. What a funny world it is.

How is your current relationship with those who took the vaccine? Of course you might have done so as well, so then just explain your relationship in general. I’m curious if this wound is healing or festering…

A song that has been going through my head today:

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