People are weirdly proud of having been Jabbed; they are dying to tell you all about it.
And they may well be, just that.
Many already have. Thousands, actually. Many of them previously healthy.
Which, naturlich, the media won’t tell the public about – at least, not over and over and over again, as per the cases! the cases! Of positive tests.
That you can’t get them to stop telling the public about.
It used to be old people in nursing homes who talked about nothing but their ailments – and procedures. Their hip replacements, diverticulitis surgery and various meds. But sickness-obsession has become a national cult and its members are of all ages and both sexes – bound as one by their held-in-common hypochondria.
Without the bless you.
It is a strange thing to be an unbeliever in these times of near-universal sickness. Or rather, near-universal obsession with getting sick.
It brings home what one read about what it was like to be a Catholic in Henry V’s England – or a Protestant, when his daughter Mary took over.
They didn’t wear their sickness on their faces in those days, of course. But it was the same sickness, nonetheless. A belief so fragile it required everyone else share it. Lest the sight of an unbeliever cause one of the Faithful to waver.
The Jabbing is of a piece.
The Jabbed are not content to merely be Jabbed, themselves. Which suggests they doubt, at some level. As they also doubt with regard to the wearing of their Holy Rags. If both served the purpose purported, they would not be so worried about those who do not share their Faith.
They are saved – or are they not? Why doth the Pope – Fauci XVII – wear the Rag? Hath he not received the Jab and – thus – put on the full armor of god? Or is it that he dreads the spread of Unbelief?
What’s going on – with regard to both the Holy Rag and the Holy Needle – is the same thing that went on in Jonestown in ’78 and in San Diego, back in ’97 – when “Do” and his Faithful ate their pudding and “ascended to the level beyond human.”
There was no getting out of line – in Jonestown. No turning down the cup of Kool Aid. Everyone took a drink. If some did not – if some were allowed to not – then it is likely not as many would have.