Having a Covid Pandemic Remembrance Day

Let's Vote on a Date

Consider if you will that something happened around four years ago this month which affected virtually every person on Earth in some way. It was so important, in fact, that all other holiday gatherings were veritably cancelled over it. Despite this we have no specific date to mark this momentous event or to mourn for those lost to the aftereffects of it. A Covid Remembrance Day seems appropriate so people the world over can remember, mourn the dead and those whose lives were destroyed and perhaps, finally begin healing.

This proposal should appeal to even the most brainwashed survivors who, even in clinging to the approved narrative, must recognize the lives lost. A global calamity has ensued and is still ongoing. Yet it seems governments of the world are all too happy to have us forget that it ever happened.

I like the name Covid Remembrance day even if I, as a dissident, think Democide Demarcation Day is more appropriate if not as widely understood. I am not specifically referring to the so called Covid Pandemic, which, if it was a bug at all, would have likely burned out with little notice from the general population had tried and true public health strategies been followed.

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I like the entire week of March 13-20 or so for the date of this event. This was the week that Western governments inflicted the most maximal suffering on their populations in the name of controlling a virus. I don’t care for pinning the date on China, which started its first lockdown of Wuhan in late January coinciding with Chinese New Year. That is a lunar holiday whose dates vary every year anyways and China concluded so many other rolling lockdown campaigns that I can only assume that it was a test model for the rest of the world.

I concern myself with when the rest of the world followed suit, which was definitely around the Ides of March. March 13 was when a global pandemic was officially declared and I like the Julius Caesar reference of March 15. I wouldn’t want to pin it on green beer and social drinking Saint Patrick’s Day, nor on the hangover next day that follows.

My top pick for this Covid Remembrance day is March 19. The one week shock and awe campaign of global closures had largely concluded by then, with a stunned world standing in its wake. Schools and churches and social events that gave life meaning had been closed by a series of government decrees, declarations, guidances and rulings. The elderly in care homes were forcibly isolated and those in hospitals were put on ventilators to keep them from spreading the virus. Travel had ground to a standstill while borders, courthouses, DMVs, embassies and everything else had halted operations. The always open Las Vegas Strip was a ghost town. Marriages were forbidden and kissing through a facemask was not allowed but glory holes were somehow okay and orgie attendies should only remember to “limit orgie size.” They seemed set on destroying all that was good and wholesome. The entire world seemed caught in the spell.

I suppose the mask should have come off for how much the ones in charge hated us and how giddy they seemed at the prospect of depopulating most of us away. But for many people, dear Lord, we wanted to trust them. They’d terrorized many into truely believing that there was no other solution for the bugs in the home but to set the entire house on fire. It all went downhill from here.

March 19, being represented as 3/19 (or 19/3 in countries such as Thailand where month and day are in opposite placement) has heavy occult symbolism and dovetails easily with Covid-19. It is too late to ever be Chinese New Year, too early to ever be Easter Sunday, and is not a major holiday anywhere on Earth, Certfied Nurses Day, National Laughing Day and my husband’s birthday notwithstanding.

On a personal note I see the numbers 319 everywhere. It doesn’t matter where I am in the world. It’s on license plates, clocks, odometers and electric meters. Currently 31900 baht is the buying price of gold in letters on the big red signs. I see close numbers often too, such as the WTF this morning when I noticed that the quite randomly chosen ATM I was withdrawing money from was labelled as 3119.

It seems to me that this Covid catastrophe is still ongoing with more bodies piling up by the day. Perhaps if we can begin to remember we can finally get past this current planetary disruption. What do you all think?

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