Here come the Faucists
A pleasant surprise in downtown Seattle
Day 2 in Seattle and so far only a couple covid unpleasantnesses. The first was having to take the test on day 1- What do these home-tests measure anyway? Are they as bogus as the PCR test? Do people around here know that the whole shaky edifice of so-called covid cases was built on this test that the inventor himself said was not to be used to test for infection? Do they know that the cycle thresholds were not standardized and results were wildly inconsistent and often driven by financial incentives to get false positives? Ha! What am I saying?! Nobody around here knows any of this. A cursory look at the Seattle Times is enough to convince that we are in La La Land. The Ministry of Truth can say whatever they want and the trusting public accepts it. You can’t begin to discuss even the most basic truths of the plandemic without eliciting the thousand-mile stare and mental shut-off.
The other unpleasantness was watching my dad and step-mother arrive masked up to the dinner party. My dad took his off before he got out of the car, but Judy left hers on right up until the moment we uncorked the Kirkland champagne in the living room. The rest of the evening the mask was put on, then came off, again and again. Still, it was a nice evening- great to be with the family, especially with my daughter Lindy over from Japan.
Covid unpleasantness #3 came when we decided, heck with it, we’re going to visit grandma and grandpa at their retirement center in downtown Seattle. The mask Nazis still rule at this place, but my dad is 92 and if I don’t see him at his home now I may not get another chance. I got out of the car unmasked, but the guys running the parking garage couldn’t care less. In fact two out of three of them in the small office didn’t have their masks on- it must be irritating for the rule-loving folks here to have to deal with the careless working class! I wonder if they pull the ol’ see-something-say-something and tattle on these working stiffs when they catch them breathing freely.
Taking the elevator from the basement, we were able to avoid the Karen working the main desk-checkpoint Charlie in the lobby, enforcing the protocols against the spike-protein free.
My daughter wore her mask, but under the nose as a compromise for me. She’s more Japanese than American and the whole charade is less oppressive to her. She had a spare mask at the ready in her pocket, to hand me in case we were accosted by an angry rule-follower. Conflict-averse Japanese!
We made it to the 16th floor without incident and had a pleasant breakfast together. Then Gram and Gramps said we ought to go see the new wing of the Convention Center, which had only opened days ago. Lyndi and I headed out to take a stroll around downtown. We’d avoid the lobby again and exit through the door in the west wing. Alas, a resident was already on the elevator going down. She glared, put her hand up in front of me like a traffic cop, and said, “I will wait in here and you will remain outside until your masks are on.” She looked at Lyndi and said, “You too, young lady!” but Lyndi already had her mask on and was handing me mine. I said, “Oh, sorry,” and the God-forsaken diaper was in place in a split second but the old lady kept her hand up, pushed the close-door button, and said, “You can wait!” and off she went. The 2nd elevator was busted so we lingered in the hallway there for another 5 minutes, and finally the door opened to a thankfully empty elevator.
I remember this place before the plandemic. You almost always greeted people with a smile and a friendly hello on the elevator and in the halls as you passed each other- residents, guests and workers all shared in the good humor. Now speaking is a bio-hazard. A masked man got on on the 6th floor. He stared at the floor, didn’t say a word, exited in front of us and shuffled off. To be fair, lots of folks in the building still are friendly to each other, but somehow staring at masked faces for 3 years running doesn’t bother them much. I absolutely hate it.
All this put me in a dark mood. I had refused to visit this place during my last two Seattle visits, in July and September. 7 months in Montana has made me let down my guard and believe in humanity again, but the fascists are still in charge here- they worship at the altar of Maddow-Walenski-Fauci, and they’ll keep it up as long as they can.
Lyndi and I walked out into the cold, overcast, and the grey sky matched my mood. Walking through the old convention center, there was a big flower and garden event and it was crowded with attendees. Too many had masks on. We walked back outside, past the Paramount Theatre and there was the new addition to the convention center, a humongous, black, glass, steel and concrete building called ‘Summit’.
Compare to the beaux-arts, or rennaissance-revival Paramount across the street:
I could tell by the activity at the entrance that some event was going on. As we got closer, I saw a sight I couldn’t believe. Anti-Branch Covidians. Here in Seattle! What were they doing here? This city has got to be as sold on the official covid narrative as anywhere, I would think.
Well, the reason they were outside the convention center is because Saint Fauci himself was in town to give the keynote speech at the “Conference on Retroviruses and Opportunistic Infections”.
Opportunistic infections indeed. This was one huge, manufactured crisis they didn’t let go to waste. The biggest scam in history, many would say. Well, this brave, local group made sure they were there to set the record straight. They were handing out information and had a tape playing out of a quality PA system that was giving the lowdown on the clot shots.
Of course, there was that moment where we size each other up- they sized me up, rather. I know where they’re at, of course, with the signs, but I could be any old gourmet-coffee drinking, morning NPR listener from the Emerald City. I think my opening line was, “So, you’re not a fan of Fauci, eh?” A split second hesitation, but my smile disarmed them. When I told them I was part of the alternative media resistance, and had interviewed RFK jr., McCullough, O’Looney, Kaufman, Bukacek, McDonald and more, we became instant friends.
They wanted to film me and I let them, but I was a bit tongue-tied talking about myself and the crimes of Fauci off the cuff there; I’m better at asking the questions and letting the experts do the talking. Of course I’ve learned a ton about Fauci, having read most of RFK jr.’s book, but didn’t have a best-of at my fingertips. I thought of a conversation I’d had only a week ago with a University of Montana professor. I’d asked him, “So, what do you think of this whole covid debacle?” He was non-committal and told me his wife, “bless her heart”, was a typical die-hard liberal (the prof being a populist, if he had to describe his political orientation) and basically worshipped Dr. Fauci. I shook my head and the professor leaned forward and earnestly wanted to know what I felt and knew about our modern Mengele. I was a bit shocked; here was a guy who didn’t know what we tin-foil hatters know, but wanted to know. Who would have guessed- a university professor in the school of liberal arts, curious and open-minded about a topic where only one opinion is acceptable in polite, good-think circles. I said something about Fauci’s conflicts of interest and his flip-flops on the efficacy of the vaccine, but I knew I was less than convincing. I told myself then that I would create a new playlist for my interviews. I haven’t thought of a catchy title yet but essentially it will be this: The Goods on X, in brief, or The Case Against Y, in brief. It will be a way that we can learn the essential points on a single subject, so we can put forth our best argument, nicely packaged and short and sweet, for those like the professor who actually are ready to listen. I would have done that in the little interview with these Seattle protestors. 4 things you need to know about Fauci. Next time I’ll be ready.
This guy told me about a litany of illnesses he’d had since the clot shot rollout.
-But you’re unvaxxed.
-So you think it’s because of shedding?
-I don’t think. I know it. It’s a medical certainty.
He handed me an independent, alternative newspaper which, in content, reminded me of the Voice and Counter-voice, Hand to Hand Newsletter, a periodical that the people at KLA TV put out.
-Do you have any friends who might read this?
-Yeah, a bunch of friends, in Montana.
So he put his placard in Lyndi’s hands and grabbed me a bunch more copies. Then he started talking about political activism and getting the truth out. He was so passionate that he forgot about his placard.
After talking with these good folks for a while, the spring returned to my step and we had a nice walk around downtown. Later that evening, back at cousin Bob’s and again in get-along-with-family mode, I told him and his wife about meeting these fellow-travelers downtown, right here in Seattle. Bob rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, I’ve seen those types on the overpasses and stuff.”
But I was still buoyed by this encounter- if Seattle locals can keep up the fight, here way behind enemy lines, we can keep up the fight anywhere!
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