Insisting upon the real normal, with no vaccine ‘passports’

I cannot imagine living in Britain, where lockdowns of the mind may last forever in the minds of so many.

At Spiked Online, law professor David McGrogan writes that it’s important not to forget what life was like before March 2020.

While I understand any sense of what that really was like is fading fast, the word “forget” is troublesome.

In order to get back to the way things were—and this is an imperative—not forgetting is only the first step in that direction:

“It should be evident to any grown adult that this new way of conceptualising infection and death is based on a profoundly immature and misanthropic notion that our sociality – the core of our nature as human beings – must be sacrificed in order to avoid an inevitable consequence of nature: infectious disease.”

And this:

“Imagine going back in time to this moment two years ago, April 2019, and asking somebody whether it would be acceptable to pause children’s education, put an end to live music and live sport, prevent people from meeting family members or hugging at a funeral, and close businesses for an indefinite period, all in response to a virus which more than 99 per cent of people survive. There would have been only one answer. We all know this. That wasn’t how we used to think about these things. But now, we are forced to forget.”

It does seem even more surreal the more that world fades in a rearview mirror sort of way.

The absurdities spewing from the likes of Dr. Fauci, the CDC and others who can’t let go of their overlord status—keep masking and social-distancing even after getting the COVID-19 vaccine—smack of desperation.

These charlatans have been godded up for more than a year, and their time is running out.

Gradually, bit by bit, some who have remained silent or were reluctant to question the new normalizers are pushing back.

At The New Atlantis, Joseph Keegan writes that politicians especially who echo the “Follow the Science” refrain are copping out of taking any responsibility for the wreckage they’ve caused:

“The ‘science’ that politicians have claimed to follow rarely resembles the centuries-old process of making informed guesses, testing hypotheses, assembling data, and asking new questions in an effort to teeter toward the truth. It is rather a void at the center of technocratic politics into which leaders cast their responsibility.”

Surely the bloodless politicians and public health tyrants know they’re being finally exposed for who they are, even as they continue to see what a frightened populace will let them try to get away with next:

Vaccine passports.

The Biden administration says it won’t pursue them, and governors of some American states (Republicans, mostly) are against them too.

In the U.K., this is the newest fear, as Janice Turner writes in The Times, and if they become a reality, life will never return to normal:

“ ‘Normal’ is not scanning my medical details every time I visit a restaurant, having to book a 30-minute swim via an app. It is spontaneity: wondering how you fancy spending the day and just doing it. And it is also, once we are vaccinated, forgetting about risk, not caring who coughs near us on a bus, rather than a state-sponsored hypochondria, our lives governed for ever by form-checking and fear.”

As I may have written previously, I’ve never considered myself a political or social activist of any kind.

But this last terrible year has pushed me to the brink of getting off the fence. After staring into the abyss of a dystopian future, I accept that these matters have become more than hills to die on.

They’ve become as important a cause for getting involved—however that may take place—as anything I’ve contemplated in my life.

The cause, of course, is returning to whatever “normal life” was, depending on the individual.

Mine was as a budding small business owner who saw what was looking to be a breakthrough year absolutely crushed.

As a soul long-absent from the sanctuary, finding my way back to faith, only to have the church doors closed for a year.

As quite of a bit of a hermit enjoying getting together with people in person, at events, or just for a bite to eat. Since last March, nada.

Some day these things will return. My business plans are back to scratch and I am eating out a couple times a week.

The church is very restricted, with limited attendance and reservations, forced masking and no singing. That’s not church. That’s not right. When that opens back up, I will return.

But not a moment before.

That’s because I will never accept anyone else’s notion of what must be, because they are afraid, and have fallen for a dehumanizing narrative that humans must regard one another as disease vectors, instead of God’s frail, fallen creatures.

Creatures who need love, friendship, socialization, conviviality, redemption and each other in the flesh. Not on Zoom, or Facebook Live or as abstractions for those who wish to reorder society in the form of a public health tyranny.

Against that, I will rush to the barricades.