I Can't Move on from the Scamdemic
Not as Long as I Still Possess a Soul
During 2020 and 2021, I'll never forget this specific Irish simpleton archetype who would leave laughing emojis on perfectly rational and sensible posts by critical thinkers—newspaper comment sections or social media in general—questioning any aspect of the lockdowns or the vaccine roll-out.
When you looked at the Facebook or Twitter profiles of the laughing emoji dispensers, they were LITERALLY all NPC copies of each other with—usually—Liverpool FC (multi-trophy winning) banners, and their profile picture of them in a suit at a wedding or formal function with all the same gormless look on their faces. These were real people too and not AI bots, as I actually knew a couple of them personally. It was one of these little details that left me feeling soul-raped by the entire experience at the time and I have still not recovered.
The Covid Scamdemic is the most significant event in the history of the human race. For many who saw through the lie we underwent an incomprehensible experience that was rooted within a deep sense of spiritual malice.
This can't be allowed to be forgotten and I will never shut up as I am driven by something within my soul to never stop talking about it. So tough shit if you are bored by me going on about it.
I'm on guard against a supernatural predator and can't afford to move on like it's over now. I can't and I won't. Not while its Renfields and Golems still walk amongst us.
My mother in law passed away at the end of the scandemic, and she made it through the whole lot. Then she had pneumonia and ended up in hospital (Tallaght) and we weren't allowed in to see her. She passed away and did not have any family by her side. She would have been very kind to people all her life, and the finality of the passing with no visitors just really stung.
Neither can I, nearly killed me the only ones that sent me genuine wishes during that time were the tribe. Im holding the line on this and wont be silenced.