Posted on 11/05/2022 12:48:47 AM PDT by T-Bird45
I live in a picture-perfect region — the Hudson Valley, memorialized by painters and poets; a patchwork of autumn reds and yellows, majestic hillsides, storied waterfalls, and little homesteads dotted picturesquely on the slopes of sleepy hamlets.
Towns in our area look like Norman Rockwell paintings: there is Main Street, Millerton, with its white 19th century church steeple, its famous Irving Farm cafe with the excellent curated coffee beans, its charming antiques mall, its popular pizzeria.
When you drive to Millerton, it looks like you are driving into the heart of archetypal America; everything that Woody Guthrie songs memorialize, everything of which American soldiers dreamt when they were far away — everything decent and pure, is to be found in Hudson Valley towns.
It sure looks that way, anyway.
But these days, I am obliged to maintain a fervent inner monologue, just so I can pleasantly go about my business in the local hardware store, in the local florist, in the post office.
Because an emotional massacre has taken place in these little towns. And now we are expected to act as if — this never happened at all.
But psychically, emotionally, there is blood flowing in the streets; and bodies are stacked up, invisible, in front of the candy stores, the high end wine stores, the pretty memorials to the World War Two dead; outside the farmers’ market on Saturdays, outside the tapas bars.
So my quiet internal mantra, is: I forgive you.
I forgive you, Millerton movie theatre. Your owner, who was interviewed just before the pandemic, saying lovely things in a local paper about how the revamped theatre would enhance the local community, posted a sign in 2021 saying that only vaccinated people could enter. You needed to really look for the fine print to see that you could walk through those doors, if unvaccinated, but only with a PCR test.
I forgive the young ladies who worked behind the popcorn counter, for telling me that I could not enter further. That I could not sit down, with other human beings in my community, to watch a film alongside of them.
I forgive the young ticket taker for telling me that I had to go back outside, onto the sidewalk. I could not even stand in the lobby.
I forgive these young people who just wanted jobs, and who had to discriminate in the most heinous and scarring way — scarring to me, and to them too no doubt — just to keep their jobs. I forgive them. I forgive them for the mortifying scene they had to cause.
I forgive the movie theatre owner for shouting at me defensively when I questioned this policy.
I forgive the elderly couple nearby in the lobby; the woman who started shrieking at me alarmingly that she was glad of the policy and did not want me anywhere near her. I forgive her. I forgive her silent, embarrassed husband for his silence.
I forgive the employee of the Millerton flower shop who demanded, “Are you vaccinated?” when I walked in – when I just wanted some nice-looking flowers, some artificial olive branches, perhaps, like those I had seen in a decorating magazine, to arrange in a vase in my study.
I forgive this employee for having to follow a script that must have been set out by the town, for all the small businesses to follow, in some bizarre, coercive methodology, as this out-of-the-blue, un-American and inappropriate question was posed all at once somehow, in store after store, in my little town, in the nearby towns, even in New York City, during a certain moment in the bad year of 2021.
I forgive these store owners for stripping me of a great benefit of a free society — the great gift of liberty, of America — that right to be dreamy, to have some privacy, and to be preoccupied with one’s own thoughts.
I forgive this employee for intruding on my privacy in a way that was startling, ill-mannered, and entirely beside the point, given the fact that she was simply selling flowers and I was simply trying to buy them.
I forgive her for the way this demand made my adrenaline levels jump, as they do when things are unstable around you; in 2021, you could not tell which stores would confront you, or when, with that urgent, bullying question — when you happened to wander in, just wanting some toothpaste, or a slice of pizza, or to look at some antiques.
Not — expecting an inquisition.
I forgive this flower shop employee for presenting me with this startling question that each time made me, with my clinically diagnosed PTSD from a very old trauma, feel ambushed, violated and humiliated. Surely this sense of ambush was felt by trauma survivors everywhere.
Are you vaccinated?
Are you? Vaccinated?
Are you vaccinated?
Are you naked? Are you helpless?
Are you mine? My possession?
The viral clip of the Pfizer marketing rep, admitting to the European Parliament that the mRNA vaccines never stopped transmission, should make every single one of these moments, into a source of deep embarrassment and self-criticism for all those people — all of them — who inflicted these violations of privacy on others, or who excluded in any way, their neighbors and fellow countrymen and women. They did so, it is clear now to all, on the basis of arrant nonsense.
But meanwhile, I forgive them. I have to. Because otherwise the rage and sorrow would exhaust me to death.
I forgive my neighbor who froze when I hugged her.
I forgive my other neighbor, who told me that she was making homemade soup and fresh bread, and that I could join her to have some, if I was vaccinated. If I was unvaccinated, however, she explained, someday she might consent to walk outside with me.
I forgive the monitor — what else could one call him — surely appointed by the local Board of Health, who told me that I could not go inside a church at an adorable outdoor town festival at the tiny mountain hamlet of Mt Washington, to see an exhibit, because I was unmasked. I forgive him for the steely look in his eyes as he remained unmoved when I explained that had a serious neurological condition, and thus could not wear a mask. I forgive the nervous lady at the table full of trinkets, who had apparently ratted us out to the Board of Health representative, when we were simply browsing outdoors, surrounded by fresh air, on a peaceful June day, our faces uncovered, at her table.
I forgive them for making a miserable scene about all of this in front of my then-ten-year-old stepson. The unmasked and unvaccinated are eternally accused of having made scenes, but the scenes were made, really, by the actions of those who were coercing and conforming.
I forgive them for driving us to leave the festival. I forgive their manifesting a pathetic and indefensible lesson in servility, and in submission to things that made no sense, to an impressionable American child.
I forgive the teller at my local bank for throwing a paper napkin at me to cover my face, when I explained respectfully and gently, from twenty feet away from her, why I did not wear a mask.
I forgive the staff at the Walker Hotel, in lower Manhattan, for warning me that they would call the manager, who no doubt would then call law enforcement, if I sat at the Blue Bottle Coffee lunch counter with my unvaccinated self.
I forgive my loved ones for keeping us from the Thanksgiving table.
I forgive one of my best friends for her having left the country without having said goodbye to me; the reason was that she was “disappointed” in me for my stance on masks and vaccines. No matter that this was entirely my risk, my body, my decision, my life. Her “disappointment” led her to assume the burden of censuring me for something that had nothing to do with her. I forgive her, though my heart broke.
I forgive the friend whose daughter had a baby, and who would not let me indoors to see the child.
I forgive the friend who said he did not sit indoors with unvaccinated people.
I forgive the family members who pressed my loved one to get one more booster – thus leading directly to her sustaining heart damage.
I forgive them, because my soul instructs me that I must.
But I cannot forget.
Are we supposed to just pick up again, as if emotional limbs were not crushed, as if emotional hearts and guts were not pierced, as if with sharp objects? And that, again and again?
As if there has been no savagery, no massacre here?
All those people — now that athletes are dropping dead, now that their own loved ones are sickening and hospitalized, now that the “transmission” is known to be a lie and the vaccines’ “efficacy” itself is known to be a lie – are they — sorry? Are they reflecting upon themselves, on their actions, on their consciences; on their immortal souls; on what they have done to others; on their part in this shameful melodrama in American and world history – a time that now can never be erased?
I don’t hear it. I don’t hear any apologies.
I don’t see signs on the Millerton movie theatre saying, “Dear Customers. We are so sorry we treated many of you as if we were all living under Jim Crow laws. We did so for no reason at all.
There is no excuse, of course, for such discrimination, then or now. Please forgive us.”
Nothing. Have you seen anything like this? I haven’t. Not one conversation. Not one sign. Not one article. “My friend, I was a beast. How can you forgive me? I behaved so badly.” Have you heard that? No, nothing.
Instead people are reacting to the fact of their awfulness, of their profound wrongness, of their foolishness, of their ignorance and credulity, like sneaky, guilty dogs. They are sidling up.
In the city, they are quietly adding one to the guest list. In the country, they are stopping their cars in the sunny autumn air to have a little chat.
They are calling up just to say hi — after two and a half years.
Two and a half years of brutal, ignorant ostracism.
I can and must forgive all those I enumerated. But it is harder to forgive – others.
It is hard to forgive the high school in Chatham, that forced a teenager to be mRNA vaccinated against her wishes, in order to play basketball, and thus hope for a college scholarship.
It is hard to forgive the doctors, the hospitals, the pediatricians, who knew and knew and knew. And bowed their head, and plunged the needles into the arms of innocents, and committed evil. The doctors who today say, of the horrific side effects brought about by their own hands, their own collusion — “We are baffled. We have no idea.”
When did Western doctors, before 2020, ever have no idea?
It is hard to forgive the Mayor of New York City, who drove the brave First Responders who did not wish to submit to a dangerous experiment, to have no income with which to feed their families.
It is hard to forgive the Ivy League universities, who took the money and forced all the members of their communities to submit to a deadly or dangerous experimental injection — one that will damage the fertility of who knows how many young men and women; one that will kill who knows how many community members.
They took the money and there is blood on their hands. Have you, parents of college age children, received a letter of apology? “We are so sorry we forced your son/your daughter to submit to an experimental injection that can harm him or her, that may cripple your daughter with bleeding every single month of her childbearing years, and that may lead your son to drop dead on the track field. And one that, it turns out, has nothing to do with transmission. We can’t apologize enough. (But the money — it was just such a lot.) Really sorry. Won’t do it again, rest assured.”
Did you get that letter, America’s parents?
It is almost impossible to forgive the churches, the synagogues, who took the money and stayed closed. Or who took the money, and then locked their doors at High Holy Day Services against the unvaccinated. To this day. (Hi there, Hevreh Synagogue of the Southern Berkshires. Shalom. Shabbat Shalom. Good Yom Tov.)
“Please note that we require proof of vaccination upon entry for all High Holy Day Services. Please bring a copy with you. Masks are optional and encouraged for all who are comfortable wearing them.”
These are great, great sins.
But meanwhile, you have errands to run. You have books to return to the library and flowers to pick up from the florist perhaps — you have to go to the kids’ soccer game, you have to go to the movie theatre; the hardware store. Back to church. Back to synagogue.
You have to pick up your life again.
You have to step around the bodies decomposing invisibly in the charming streets of our nation. You have to pick up again as if we were not annihilated in spirit. Or, you have to pick up again if you were the abuser.
Will you apologize, if you did wrong?
Will you forgive, if you were wronged?
Can this nation, which fell so far short of its true identity and its founders’ intention, ever, ever heal?
Can we heal — we ourselves?
Did Rahab the whore lie when the soldiers went looking for the Hebrew spies? Did the handmaidens of the Pharaoh lie when asked about the Baby Moses that they had found?
Maybe I’m warped but if I really don’t have to answer something with the truth because the truth that they’re looking for is obscene, I just lie. Maybe I’ll go to hell for that. But you know what? I don’t have to put up with much BS when I can just say “yeah sure.”
But before I get piled on, let me just say that the last movie I have seen in a moving picture house was The Passion. I think movie theater cleanliness is non existent and I’m not a germaphobe but when your shoes stick to the floor why would you put yourself through that?
To top it off, I cook about 98% of the food that I consume from scratch, if I can cook better than the restaurant that people want to subject themselves to... I’ll go home and cook my own food because everything else is sub standard to my trained abilities. And I enjoy it.
And when grocers want to go.shopping for you and deliver the food to your car in the parking lot.. not that I like that but I have very little facetime in public places partially because I don’t want to be out in public too much, and also because I just went through almost 3 years of physical therapy for two construction accidents back to back and that just kind of kept me home, especially when I got the word from my hand specialist that I really should be doing physical therapy on that hand every waking hour. So that was my covid experience, it was non-existent because I didn’t participate.
Yup. The tyrannical were wrong and they need to repent and swear off tyranny. But I don't see that.
And it all started with ‘two weeks to flatten the curve’ from Scarfina and Fraudci as they launched the globalist Heirarchy’s final solution to subvert America.
That could be true but I live near this area and the hysteria is real. I cancelled a 2022-2023 concert sububscription because they wanted proof of booster shots & masks.
I do NOT forgive them…. What they did was EVIL.
They have not even admitted or apologized for what they have done but they expect forgiven?
No. They have learned nothing… they are evil
I believe she has said her husband worked in intel.
Yes. I remember reading her dissertation, which was published as The Beauty Myth in September of 1990. It was pretty left wing. Then she worked as a consultant for Al Gore. But somewhere along the way, it's clear she started looking about her. Her writing style, however, has not changed. She's still a bit melodramatic. But I see her point. I am also unvaccinated, and I feel a bit defensive too.
A couple of drops of sanguine colored food dye on your mask and when you get asked... you got TB. Sit back and watch the pallor wash over them.
Not invited to thanksgiving? And that’s a bad thing? I hope they can find a bird because I hear they’re going to be in short supply. And I’m real picky about my birds so they’re definitely not going to have what I would want but then there’s always prime rib.
Yeah she is a rough lady, a bit melodramatic, but would enjoy tapping a keg with her (that is not an obscene sexual remark).
Sh!t like this made Arkansas 1863.
I will not forgive or forget.
When the time comes, the commies will pay dearly.
I know how to be patient.
I know how to make a rope out of hickory bark.
I wonder if people like your family members will believe the truth when it comes out. I don’t think many will believe the truth; that would require them to admit they were bamboozled and nobody wants to do that.
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“It’s far easier to fool people than to convince them they have been fooled.”
They stil want us dead. Michael Steel called MAGA people lice the other day. That is classic eliminationist rhetoric. No one called him on it, Not one GOPER.
Yep. I would say Ms. Wolfe is a classic ‘girl with guts’ and one armful of passionate woman. How many libs ever state they were visited by Jesus Christ?
NY state was extreme; people were required to wear masks outdoors. NJ had many of the same policies (but not that one), yet away from the northeast they seemed routinely ignored. At a flea market in central Jersey, I was impressed how few masks there were - despite people being jammed together.
There was a bio war foisted on humanity ti install an evil global regime. I want them to have to pay for what they have done.
Keep in mind they are still trying to foist these bio weapons into our bodies openly and most likely in other ways behind our backs.
These injections are part of their plan for control.
We can’t let people forget that this was the primary goal of the scamdemic: Remove Trump from office. All the rest (increased suppression of freedoms, mass murder of older vulnerable people who were net recipients of public funds rather than contributors) was just gravy to the elites.
Glad I live in an area that basically ignored this whole mess. The few vaxholes around here have now switched jerseys and are denouncing the whole thing as a giant mistake.
Did we forgive the Nazi guards at Auschwitz? How about Buchenwald? Maybe Dachau? Or the twenty other main Nazi concentration camps?
Actions have consequences, history demands we make sure this never happens again!
“How many libs ever state they were visited by Jesus Christ?”
Did Naomi say that she was?
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