Morning Memes

Healing Our Collective Trauma

Good morning and greetings from Phuket, Thailand. I arrived three days ago and have been sifting through the wreckage, as it were, of the old bungalow. We were warned and have had time to prepare, but changes of this magnitude are always bittersweet and traumatic. It reminded me of a global collective upheaval that began around the Ides of March of 2020, from which the world has not healed from.

It’s hard to pinpoint the exact date that governments of the world inflicted mass terror on their citizens, but anybody who has a birthday in the timeframe of March 13 to March 20 will forever be in my sympathy. Me and my husband are two of them.

Forgetting that this ever happened now seems to be the name of the game. I’m not sure if this is true or not but it would seem to be par for the course. Governments are erasing data that they used to require you to provide to buy a sandwich. On the one hand they want detailed records of everything for their human experiments and on the other hand they don’t want to be caught. So the records have to be destroyed.

The repercussions of all of this are still coming in. This is a chart of average days of sick leave in Germany

Here’s personal disability payments in England:

Then there’s all of the spending associated with this:

Yet for many people forgetting that this ever happened is mandatory. Criminals cannot be held accountable. The records must be destroyed.

Some days ago I was video chatting with a friend of mine who was born in Italy, but who has family in California. She made a green card for America in 2022 and is currently living in San Diego. In her case I knew that she must have taken the Covid jabs to come to America. We talked about anything and everything unrelated for a few hours. I told her about my upcoming trip to Thailand and my woes in getting my husband a visa to come to the USA. She seemed curious and skeptical at some point in my talking. There must be something really wrong for it to be taking this long. Finally I came out and said it.

“They require the Covid vaccines for him to come. I think those things are dangerous and should be banned.”

This made her nervous like I’d just ripped off some duct tape on her mouth. “Well you have to take those! I got them and I’m perfectly fine!” Somehow we’ve normalized the idea that they can inject anything at any time and that’s just the way life is. I could tell she didn’t want to think about it anymore than a woman likes to recall being raped.

I explained that I knew many people who took the %$##@$% jabs who seemed perfectly fine, but that this alone does not justify playing Russian roulette with other people’s bodies. The conversation ended nervously not too long afterwards. One side is trying to hold the criminals to account and to make sure we never forget. The other side is desperate to move on from it. They don’t even want to think about it. Too many were complicit.

People are taking out 40 year mortgages to pay for their house

So how do we heal our collective trauma? Laughter helps. Sometimes you cry until you laugh and then laugh until you cry. A lot of people still seem to have keep out tape over the entire Covid response. What do you remember of that awful time? Do you feel recovered yet?

It’s a building year!

Back to work…

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