“It is an article of faith that there are no conspiracies in American life.” — Gore Vidal 

Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it. The confusion and inconsistency in message. Disconnected and disconcerting warnings and directions. Turf battles and politicos vying for heralded status as the next 9/11 Rudy. NY’s Goober Guv Andrew Cuomo’s daily rants and raves about his Mama’s sausage and gravy and ventilators, that strange and impossible-to-place accented lilt that indicates roughly a cross between Queens and Zeta Reticili. I can’t stand it. Truly. I’m walking around like some sterile highwayman, masked and confused. Socially distant and detached, demented and delusional as I march about like a penned sheep. We’ve lost our soul, guts and backbone. Ball-less orchiectomized castrati, sad. No end in sight. And as they say on QVC, but wait . . . there’s more.
 
Tracked! You’ll be forced under penalty of law and with the tantalizing promise of freedom to take an unknown, barely-tested vaccine currently under development by and from self-appointed Vaccine Emperor Bill Gates. But you’ll be so fecking desperate to regain your life and salary and freedom, you’ll do anything. But this isn’t just some usual vaccine. Oh, no siree, Bucko. Nope, this will be administered along with a quantum dye dot via microneedle. But it’s not to track you, no way, Hose B. It’s to allow record-keeping for those poor unfortunates who misplace vaccine docs. That’s all. No big deal. Take off the tin foil chapeau, Sparky. And once your hit with this any health official or cop or whatever will be able to give you the once-over via smartphone app to determine if you’re in compliance. Er, for your own good. Nothing nefarious here. Please. Put down the 1984, Mr. Blair.
 
It’s good for you, right? This is about medicine and sickness and plague and pestilence and pandemics and destruction and death and, you know. So enough with your usual dystopian rants and raves. Vaccines are good and great and healthy. You don’t think polio just up and left on its own accord, now do you? And by the way, we’re sick of that civil libertarian pap. You should thank Billy Gates for his tireless work to fund factories that’ll be working 24/7 cranking out vaccine dosages to the entire world, that’s 7.6B . . . BILLION! Oh, and I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s because of some profit motive or control or distraction or something. You always look a gift horse in the mouth. You just can’t be compliant and pliant and obeisant and grateful. You always have to bring up this liberty business and it’s getting old. Look, if you want to spend years of forevers trapped up in your crib looking like some crazed scrub nurse that’s your business. The world wants out and will take and do and dance and sing anything. Got it. Now, let us out of here!
 
I never thought the news could get worse. But it has. Dear Gawd, it’s unwatchable. Unlistenable. Horrid. Dreck. And what’s worse is that as it’s being filmed and taped and broadcast from homes and basements and kitchens and rumpus rooms, we can see for the first time just how talentless these children are. Unfunny, untalented and unimaginative. Please, I beg you. Just watch 20 seconds of this most recent SNL and your jaw will drop. Then switch over to FoxNews, the official chloroquine network, and hear the umpteenth commercial for the magic elixir. Then pull your hair out. Or you can watch local news that’s actually better (or less tortuous). Watching the goofy weatherman at his breakfast nook explaining rain. Then watch Betty Boop read the news off her iPad, rocker and meds after she did her own hair and makeup and then watch the poor bastard in sports explain . . . not really sure what as there’s no sports.
 
You can’t watch press conferences. The height of torture. The best so far. Hands down. NJ Governor Phil Murphy and state Health Commissioner Judy Persichilli are superb. He just last month had a cancerous tumor removed from his kidney and I’m sure should be finding less stressful ways to mend. But he’s been magnificent. And the worst? The benighted NYC manchild moonbat ditz, “Big Bird” Billy D.B. leftie libturd ditz and socialist wannabe twit. Beyond horrible. Doomsayer. Cassandra. I despise him. Almost as much as I despise CV19.
 
Hey, CV Nineteen. The Cuervo gold. The fine Colombian. Not this time, Sparky. Things are different. And here’s the catch and the point. Nothing’s changing or advancing or will until they get that vaccine out. Whenever there’s a chloroquine advance or trial, Fauci marches up on orders and drops a new turd into the punchbowl. Like magic and clockwork. Or he threatens that the virus will go dormant, denatured and cold and then BOOM! Back again. (Hurry up with the vax, Billy! I’m running out of excuses.) Think about it. Oh, and don’t try to find the news paralleling reality. We live near the USNS Comfort and if there are sick folks being transported there, they must be transported telepathically or via Stark Trek transport because the entry gate is dead. A few cops in riot gear here. Some jarheads there. And don’t bring up the Javits Center down the street. Over 3K beds with how many there? 50? Maybe. Oh, and this while reports scare the B. Jesus out of folks with stories of trenches dug, makeshift graves, battle scene shots reminiscent of Gettysburg or Antietam. Refrigerated trucks with stiffs cooled, stacked and packed. Screaming, crying and frenetic health workers and nurses screaming into videos begging for the horror to stop. While other hospitals showcase cutesy TikTok reviews of dancing workers with balloons shoved down scrubs channeling Carmen Miranda.
 
Notice the disconnect? That’s the point. Distraction, distortion all to keep you off balance and off kilter. And they’re doing a hell of a job. Oh, and if you dare to even suspect or mention or hint at 5G connections, nano-tagging, vaccine adjuvant horrors . . . anything not within the script, your message is gone. Because that’s a conspiracy theory. Translation: True. Or embarrassing. So, how’s your land of freedom holding out?
 
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Join us. As we’ve now been ordered homebound and shut in, sheltered in place, locked down, quarantined, buttoned up and on the verge of stir-crazy, remote viewing takes on an entirely new concept. And I’ll bet you’ve heard every importuning and entreating invitation to join the latest iteration in humanity via Zoom (be careful, patriots), Skype and the like. Well, one more’s not going to kill you. Thrice daily we meet in our YouTube LiveStream to chat and conviviate and I invite you to join us anon! Forthwith and instanter. You needn’t say anything. You can just read the streams and screams and comments and analyses that sometimes resemble nothing cognizable in the real world. But it’s addictive. Seriously. And just what the doctor ordered.
 
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It’s war. From the COVID bowels of NYC I write you. Pick the area of focus and be wowed and cowed. Never have so many heretofore-thought fundamental American rights been under attack and in question as they are now. The most basic and elemental Constitutional provisions will soon go the way of the spittoon unless courts, who are on suspended animation recess, speak up and strike down laws and rules which may traverse basic rights. In the UK there’s now talk of going into homes and removing forcibly family members who are showing COVID19  symptoms in “fear” that they’ll infect innocent family members. Think about that. And remember, whatever they do as in the UK, we’re next.  
 
But wait, there’s more. And on top of the aforesaid ConLaw questions and concerns there’s the monumentally dreary, dire and dour world of New York City COVID19 recapture (as in normalcy). Say what you want, call it what you desire, this is the most unbelievable manifestation of existence right now. The feelings are inexplicable and indefinable and no one knows what’s going to happen next. Or who’s in charge. Outside our window is the USNS Comfort berthed with either few or no patients. Try about 60. Why? Then the Javits Center down the road boasted 1100+ hospital beds and equipment and no one’s sure how many are even there, if at all. (Maybe 225.) Yet we’re hit with pictures of refrigerated trucks to cart away the dearly departed. Then there are the drone shots of prisoners digging tombs for the death overflow.
 
Meanwhile mainstream media are spinning their wheels and teetering between either scaring people inconceivably to ignoring the entire event through fluff and nonchalance. This case is ripe for cogent, serious and tough analysis and discussion.

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Until the morrow.

Yes we’re gonna have a wingding
A summer smoker underground
It’s just a dugout that my dad built
In case the reds decide to push the button down
We’ve got provisions and lots of beer
The key word is survival on the new frontier

New Frontier (Donald Fagen)

 
“So, what do you think this is all about? You know, this COVID19 business. What’s your take? Who’s behind it?”
 
And it all starts with that. And what follows are some of the most mind-blowing hypotheses and theories as to causation and transmission imaginable and contrivable. Name the cause or country or faction. And there’s a theory. With no facts. No data. No idea as to why this particular vector of truth or platform of plausibility is even accepted for a moment. China, Chinese wet markets, bats, pangolins, Bill Gates, 5G, Event 201, Obama, DARPA, HAARP, Agendas 21 and 2030, the UN, Soros, Hollyweird, Codex Alimentarius, Tom Hanks, Deep State, Intel State, Police State, Satan, the Vatican and God’s wrath. And I’m in no wise ruling any of that out as a possibility.
 
Then there’s the WHY. Social engineering, cashless society, vaccines, chipping, RFID tags, “culling” and thinning the herd, depopulation, eugenics, martial law, the destruction of the Constitution, the fomenting of civil unrest and war and a New World Order. And, again, I’m in no wise ruling any of that out as a possibility.
 
But it’s not nature or disease modalities or just a virological version of SHITE HAPPENS. Nope. It’s something more sinister and nefarious and diabolical and dangerous and underhanded and international in theory. Why? Because the idea of something this destructive and eschatological and existential in its wrath and wake is out of the question. Look, if we’re going to implode and dissolve as a species give us a better reason than some goofy virus went all David Banner on us and evolved from Wuhan guano or pangolin scales. Certainly a species as great and noble and cool as we humans cannot be devastated by something so happenstance and ordinary and, frankly, boring. And look, I’m not saying in any wise that there’s no possibility that the aforementioned are off the possibility table, I’m just saying we (especially) Americans need something that makes sense. And randomness never works. That’s unacceptable. And impossible.
 
I know people who are losing their minds as they’ve no locus of control, no ability to predict or have a say in what’s happening. Helplessness. That’s the feeling. And I’m not mocking or chiding in any way anyone in the throes of terror but let me say that as the level of fear and desperation and unknown increases, I’m hearing stuff that’s astounding.
 
And why shouldn’t people be losing their minds? Our Ted Baxter American news media are at the bottom of the phylogenetic tree. They’re simply the worst. Underpaid sloths who have no idea of the separation of news and fact from opinion and spin and slant and bias and politics. Online MSM platforms are used to feeding the voracious maw of the online monster. The runaway train. And they will fuel it and stoke the fire with anything that’s bleak, horrid and dour. If it bleeds it leads is the mantra. The credo. The standard. It’s all they know. And what they do is fan the fires and fears and paranoia of the understandably scared shiteless.
 
Remember, there’s much that you can do. In addition to the usual precautions and remedies you must, Must, MUST, MUST, MUST, MUST, MUST! limit and self-quarantine from these fear merchants. Yes, keep up on facts and warnings and developments but turn that shïtę off immediately. It’s horrible.
 
I just heard a local talk radio group run a promo, sweeper, intro piece that sounded like a 70s BossRadio throwback to days of bore yore. The first casualty of pandemics is class and perspective. An eerie synth with a puker basso?! And they wonder why radio’s on the ropes. Even in the midst of a pandemic Dr. Johnny Fever just can’t get out of the schtick.
 
And since everyone’s talking about masks. Let me clarify something. Wear the goddamn mask! Anything you have. Do it. There’s nothing to stop you. Wear a sock over your head, a nice tube sock design with eye slits. Modify a balaclava. Go full-tilt Bazooka Joe. Wear a woodchuck helmet for all I care. But whatever you do STOP TALKING ABOUT MASKS! For the love of Gawd, stop. This isn’t news, it’s rehash and regurgitated dreck. There’s no science to review. There’s no sudden reconsideration. Hey, Fauci, make up your mind. What, are you and Oz in a fight to the death for COVID media sweetheart status? And you wonder why I won’t watch MSM sputum. Cops won’t arrest you because your sans mask. They’re a little busy. Wake up. Grow up. 
 
Think of the families who’ve canceled weddings, christenings and funerals. FUNERALS! Elderly patients who die alone. Quarantined and left to their last breaths of life in solitary. The stories are horrific. And they’re bitching about masks?!
 
Friends, be focused. Stay in the moment. Think.
 
Until the morrow.