Author: White Whale

But the people who are dying at all ages are people with chronic healthy problems, and it seems safe to suppose it is more or less ONLY those with health problems who are dying at ages younger than 65-70 or so. They are Vitamin D deficient, have substantial inflammation, and usually 2-3 other health complaints, like diabetes, obesity and high blood pressure.

If we selected the people who got injected with the virus, we could pick the healthy ones.  We could screen everyone.

And I continue to believe that if the virus were injected rather than inhaled, the mortality rate would be much lower still.  I’m not expert, but the experts don’t seem to be experts either.  It’s fucking amateur hour all around, so I belong on that stage too.

I really, truly think we could use variolation [note: I looked it up, and this term mainly or exclusively applies to smallpox, but I am resurrecting it for COVID.  Sometimes new problems demand old solutions]  as a vaccination method NOW, and that it would both be more efficacious than any vaccine which might come down the pike eventually, and much, much, much more safe.  You could simply infect people, wait a day, draw blood, then it might be as simple as injecting the infected blood into someone else, after checking for other illnesses.

I really think it would be safer than the ordinary vaccinations that we routinely give to children.  And in any event we could make it voluntary, and an available alternative to a vaccine, if one ever comes that doesn’t kill every other person it touches.

And BTW I found this digging around for numbers: https://www.who.int/vaccine_safety/initiative/tools/vaccinfosheets/en/

It lists a variety of vaccines and the safety rates that the WHO is willing to report.  I found it interesting that 1 in every 2-3,000 measles vaccine injections results in “febrile seizures”.  I don’t think I need a medical degree to say that some percentage of those result in permanent complications.  Many are listed at 1 in 10 to the sixth, which is a million.

Encephalomyelitis, for example, is a one in a million event.  But if you give 10 million injections, you get ten kids who are really messed up.  Permanent brain damage or autism is well within the range of possibilities.

According to the CDC 3.7 million kids, or thereabouts, are born each year.  If they all get the MMR, which they are supposed to, then the M alone could generate 3-4 cases of brain damage.  Add all the rest of it up, and you have thousands of cases of sickness and perhaps up to a couple dozen cases of permanent physical damage.

Anyone who says vaccines are completely safe would do well to read the WHO website.  And I’m treating these numbers as accurate.  My gut tells me that is unwise.

Then he could issue nationwide guidelines that all States use the same accounting methods.

This is a guess.  I have not studied the economics of that period in depth.  Far more people lived on farms.  But how would people who lived hand to mouth have fed themselves?  How would we not have precipitated, then, a massive Depression, in the midst of a truly horrifying pandemic?

Sterile footage of an actual hearing in Texas, in which the level to be classified a “COVID” case is lowered to the point of farce.

As I understand it, if you go to a bar, and someone who was at that bar is later formally diagnosed with COVID-19, in theory the State-wide standards could allow them to classify EVERYONE who was at that bar as a “probable” COVID case, particularly if they have a headache and fever the next day, even if it is obviously from their hangover.

And then, based on this, new disasters are declared.

This whole thing is a fucking joke.  Not for the old and sick, obviously, but for most of us, whose lives have been turned upside down by the RESPONSE  to what we continue to be told is the terrible danger.

Twain is always worth recycling: Lies, damned lies, and COVID statistics.

We are being played.  And you know who is being hurt the worst?  The working poor, those whose jobs involve face to face contact, and who have not been allowed to work for three months and counting.

Self evidently, this applies to the blacks, whose lives the white Communists ruining our streets say “matter” to them.  They don’t matter.  Nobody matters to them.  

I am astonished at the cowardice I see all around me.  I don’t want to suffer.  I don’t even want to be inconvenienced.  But we are all destined to die.  It can’t be avoided. 

And more importantly, we are all destined to LIVE until we die, and living on your knees is no life at all.  What is beautiful in what our forebears have built and protected can be taken.  NOW is the time to protect it, not least by educating ourselves, and by SPEAKING truth to violence, truth to outrage, truth to slander, truth to unbearable mendacity.

Tom Wolfe, some decades ago, popularized the idea of “radical chic”, that it was cool to have a Black Panther, or Fidel Castro, or member of the Weather Underground at tony parties in some affluent part of Manhattan.  It was all a game, played by banal, bored and boring people, whose lives revolved around lazy thrills.

Can we speak now of “Lockdown Chic”?  The notion that the cool people embrace this whole thing, that it is cool, and that only uncool people–most of them probably execrable Trump supporters–would not relish this terrific break in our collective bourgeois normalcy?

What this overlooks is–nearly everything and everyone.  It overlooks the terribly poor in Africa, and Latin America, and Asia, who were on the edge of hunger to begin with, and already shitting in the street and sleeping on the floor.

It overlooks our own poor, both the rural poor, and the urban poor. It overlooks specifically–and I call them out since much seemingly benign rhetoric is being wafted in their general direction–the poor black people who live in violent urban ghettos.

How are they doing?  How the fuck do you think they are doing?  How can this be a serious question?  Many of them were improving in the Trump economy, but its effects were just beginning to be felt.  A great many of them were still struggling to make ends meet.

And ponder the Single Mother, whose nerves were already frayed, and who is now most likely going into clinical depression, at risk of suicide–her responsibilities notwithstanding–and who if she does make it through this will carry permanent emotional scars that will affect her the rest of her life?

This poor woman is not even allowed to know if her kids will be allowed to go back to school.  What the fuck is she supposed to do if she can’t earn a living without working, and can’t work if she has nowhere safe to send her kids during the day?  Is anyone thinking about her?  Sure as fuck not Dr. Fauci, the fucking idiot and probable crook.

Look at all the people the Chic crowd forgets.  They themselves live comfortable, boring lives, because they are unimaginative, dull people.  Thrills are their only sustaining adventure, and drugs and sex the easiest route to those.  But lunatic politics is a useful add to this mix.

And some of these people embrace what I would term a faux spirituality.  They are the ones who fill $4,000 week long seminars at Kripalu with Gregg Braden, or perhaps Marianne Williamson.  They can afford these things.  They don’t understand that such things will never, ever, be a possibility for the mass of Americans, and that blissful pieties about love and compassion mean little to nothing where hard nosed intelligence and accurate understandings are the only remedy, and only honest pathways forward.

These are the people who fund people like AOC.  They are the ones who want a rapist imbecile (he is cunning, though, when his brain is working, in the way those of skillful criminals are, and don’t forget it) suffering from Alzheimers winning the race for President.

And these are the people who COULD NOT CARE LESS about ordinary working men and women in this or any other country.  They don’t care.  Those people are not in their lives, and if they object to being used, then they are also objecting to their raison d’etre, and thereby disposable and immediately forgettable.

The poor are suffering?  Let them eat cake.

Now where was that champagne?

Here is a question: Since we are speaking for grandma, might she not be saying “save my son and grandson from this disaster and open everything back up as soon as possible.  I’ll stay home.”?

Might it not be true in ALL CASES where we are generating outrage now on behalf of people who are not present, that they may in fact, if they WERE present, be saying something else entirely?

Of course. 

Of course.

One important idea is that meditation is a type of work to be taken seriously, which yields actual results.

Another is a reset in my sense of what is possible and acceptable in the pursuit of spirituality.  It was back then very commonplace for individuals to spend months and years in solitary meditation.  This is not a mistaken stereotype of pre-colonial (Tibet is now an annexed Chinese colony) Tibet.

It was very common to live for years in the cold and even dark subsisting on little but butter tea and tsampa.

And Tummo was a real thing.  It still is.

All of my existential conflicts are abstract.  My concrete needs are well met.  There is no good reason not to take advantage of my good fortune.

I sometimes feel that the internet has trained me for unhappiness, or that I have trained myself for unhappiness using the internet and “the news”, broadly understood.  

I spent a year in high school in Europe as an exchange student, and it provided much needed perspective on the superficiality and ultimately the emotionally unnourishing nature of most American relationships of all sorts.  Friends are not as close as they should be.  Husbands and wives not as intimate and loving as they could be.  Children not as respectful of their parents, who for their part all too often prefer their jobs or hobbies to the process of parenting, and are only too willing to outsource it to the TV and other impersonal media that entrance their children, while they themselves do whatever they do at some emotional distance.

The needed connections are not made.  Silence is never endured.  The threads are never untangled.

I have ideas.  I have plans.  But the time is not yet, I don’t think.  Certainly I have failed every time I tried.  People fear openness and intimacy.  They fear what is inside of them, and what is inside of them is what WAS inside of them, plus 100,000 murders on the low side, countless acts of cruelty and torture, and a lifetime spent cultivating the habit of being just enough available to kind of get their needs met, without ever going all the way with anyone.  And of course if they do, the chances are good the other person will recoil.

We see the notion of “true love” in movies.  It is a fantasy, mostly for women.  But most of them see it in a fundamentally narcissistic way.  They want to be the woman in love, with the good man.  They want a beautiful wedding.  They want to be the focus.  There is not much love in all this.  The man can almost be generic.  He needs to be relatively handsome, and acceptably successful.  That’s it. 

To be sure, loving people exist.  Loving relationships exist.  Fantastic parenting exists.

But should we not make it an aim that that is EXPECTED, that failures should be the exception, and social/community safeguards in place for that eventuality?

I read all the kids locked down now for three months are missing out on valuable time for socializing, for learning how to be a human being.  They are bonding with their electronics, learning to “be” with others at an emotional and physical distance.  All of this gets “hard wired” at some point.  It is fixable, but it becomes the default until major efforts are made to change it.

Where are the visionaries?  I try to supply that need, but I am one person, with an obscure blog on a backwater of the internet.

With so much supposed intelligence, with so much research, with countless billions spent every year on making the world smarter, why are we so fucking stupid?