This isn’t just from State or Federal regulation; which theoretically apply to everyone. It’s from corporations and applies largely to lower respect jobs. It’s a very local thing but I can and do go about my business without a mask. As I do, certain employees, as part of their job, have to watch me do what they can’t do. They’re getting sick of it. Corporations created a lower caste of people who are forced to wear a mask as part of their job. Workers are responding by quitting. Here’s a quote from that post:
…getting served by masked subservient (and almost universally female) servants feels hinky. It makes me nervous. It feels like they’re lower class and I’m upper and I hate the very idea of that!
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For the masked, a formal line is drawn and they’re clearly lesser beings than the unmasked freak driving the truck. I try to mumble “thank you” but they almost subconsciously have eyes averted like there’s something unclean about their job at the drive through.
The phrase “supply chain disruption” does not explain any of this.
I didn’t bother to find a photo to explain my concern. Today I stumbled across this:
Look at this image. It shows DOCTOR Jill Biden, the President’s wife. She’s receiving ceremonial delivery of the traditional Christmas tree. Do you see that she does not wear a mask? Do you see that everyone else in the photo does wear a mask. Do you see that the people operating the cart MUST wear a mask while the high social status wife of a prominent politician doesn’t? Do you see that a person in a military uniform (!) is wearing a mask while the high social status wife of a prominent politician doesn’t?
If masks are necessary because of a virus, why is the politician’s wife not wearing one?
If masks aren’t necessary because of a virus, why are the workers FORCED to wear one?
This is not good. If I were in a photo like this, I’d be embarrassed.
It’s a photo that shows different social classes forced/not-forced to wear a mask in a way which shows who is inferior and who is dominant. The society that existed just two years ago is better than the mess that DOCTOR Jill Biden, wife of a highly placed politician is clearly enjoying.
P.S. Everyone says if they were magically transported to the past, they’d stand up against oppression in that era. What luck! We don’t need a time machine and the stakes are much lower. The servants of the wife of a highly placed politician are getting shit right now. It’s happening right in front of us. There’s nothing hidden. This is “just another day” to our red coated, unelected, serving in no official function, Marie Antoinette and you can see the same unfair treatment I see. DOCTOR Jill’s victims are right there; including a military person who’s technically willing to put their life on the line to defend the nation. It’s obviously not the same thing as a slaver with a whip, but it’s on the spectrum. Jill is right before our eyes separating a lower class from her higher and more important standing. The time to stamp it out is now.
I still have my job and am very happy about that! I’m also as surprised as anyone. How long will this last? Maybe for a day. Maybe indefinitely. It feels like nobody, literally nobody, actually knows. I endeavor to get used to the uncertainty. Maybe our increasingly fallen world cannot support the stability of “the before times”.
I blog about it because other people are in the same tight spot. They might gain hope knowing they’re not alone. For the smallish but not insignificant portion of society that just stood up and said “nope… I won’t do it”; thanks for joining me! It sure is a tense time!
I doubt President Brandon intended this mess but he should’ve known better than to create it. He crossed a line when he decided to go from providing citizens with voluntary options to forcing subjects into mandatory injections. He doesn’t seem to know how to put the toothpaste back in the tube and now the workplace is vapor locked.
Meanwhile, there’s a positive feel to it. Americans are slowly remembering they’re Americans. Nobody lightly shrugs off being targeted and when President Potato literally and specifically isolated 80,000,000 Americans with whom he’d “lost patience” he wrote a very big check for his ass to cash. I still don’t know where it’s going but it sure as hell didn’t grind me into dust… yet.
I’d have preferred to keep my struggles to myself. However, I came to believe God had other plans. If my blog could offer hope (no matter how minor), who was I to withhold it? Also, I’m not the one that broke with tradition. I’m under no obligation to respect that which does not respect me.
Anyway, I about had a stroke from all the stress… as did so many others. Yet I’m still standing. I’m in the strange twilight zone of not knowing what will happen next. Things seem like they may mellow out and get rational; which would be nice. It’s the 24th month of 2020 so I’ve grown to expect chaos and irrationality but there’s always hope.
Here’s a video of Wesley from the Princess Bride discussing his time in the same situation. Dread Pirate Roberts, who takes no prisoners, interacted with his new valet Wesley in a way that would make a modern HR department proud.
On a more serious note, sometimes facing a challenge leads to growth. This whole thing forced me to do things I hadn’t done. After a lifetime of never saying a damn thing in the workplace (because it was verboten) I stated my faith clearly, in writing, to my boss and HR. I’d have never done that had they played by the rules they themselves established. Only when they they forced the issue did they get a response they didn’t want.
I wonder if God wanted my isolationist self to nut up and speak my beliefs? Having publicly “outed” myself and taking action knowing my career would probably burn to the ground… it wasn’t all bad. I feel renewed. God apparently felt I needed a reminder why I’m here. Anyway, I’m happy I behaved honorably instead of choosing submission.
Was this a necessary step not just for me but society? I spent the last two years watching society behave like a scared little bitch. Only since crowds started shouting “Let’s Go Brandon” and vax mandates are grinding to a halt does the tide feels like it’s turning.
These last few years have been terrifying. Not Covid. That hasn’t scared me since the first data was solid. By April of last year it was obvious most of us have a 99.xx% chance of survival. If I get it, which I haven’t, I’ll piss and moan for a while, and then have immunity. Meanwhile, I take a bigger risk than Covid every time I drive my truck. We all have things that might take us out, but if you’re a normal healthy person Covid risk is pretty fuckin lame. The thing that’s scary has been watching fellow human beings turn into a bleating stampeding herd of dipshits.
I have personally seen that people who deeply believe in their heart they’re honorable… aren’t. They think they’d have never put a Jew on a train in 1938 or own a slave in 1800 or burn a witch in 1692; they proved they’d do exactly those things. Social pressure, fear, and groupthink are all it takes to make a monster of a weak person. Watching Americans stampede to comply with anything Commander Fauchi said was terrifying. Free travel is gone. Free speech is gone. The economy is in shambles. For what? Because of a 0.10% chance of death. I fuckin’ take risks like that every time I eat a McRib!
Surprisingly, Americans are not the most damaged. Unarmed Australians (including aboriginal elders) are being carted to concentration camps. EU bureaucrats ponder how to lock heretics out of food supplies and banks. I walk around free and eat McRibs like a boss… my biggest risk has been losing a job. It freaks me out but people lose jobs all the time.
The mandate has damaged many but (so far) it also marks the highest tide of compliance. It was meant to break everyone. It didn’t. How soon until those that were fired start lawyering up and come back for round two?
By the way, I’ve no beef with people who got an injection because that’s what they wanted. I’m glad they had the option. I wish them well. I hope they never get Covid, they have long happy lives, and so forth. When it’s a choice, it’s their call, not mine.
However, anyone who wanted an injection had one by mid summer. Nobody was stopping them. After that point, most who got an injection got it because they were pressured. What’s worse, a significant portion of society first submitted to pressure and then began to hate those who didn’t submit to pressure. They would like “the hesitant” to die. If you sincerely hope for the death of the unvaxxed… you’re evil.
I always knew a big portion of any human society would gladly round up “outliers” and put them up against the wall. The real question is “did I have the balls to remain sane when the world loses its shit?” I think so. If you haven’t submitted after the last 24 months of social pressure, you’re a fuckin rock! Whatever evil happens… you won’t be causing it.
On the other hand, the witch burners are starting to recognize who they really are. The future will be a bit harder for them. This has happened in many eras to many people. Weak people have learned a tough thing to know about themselves… only after they’ve done the unthinkable. Forgetting Covid for now, the last Salem witch trial was held in 1693 and the last Nazi concentration camp was liberated in 1945. How many years after 1693 and 1945 did cooperative people who did exactly what the government wanted and claimed it was for the good of society wrestle with what they’d done? Now, in a much less bloody world (so far) how many mushy middle management HR paper pushers are right now wondering about the anti-vax loon they fired a month ago. How long will they try to hold the idea that canning a long haul trucker a month before Christmas was… good? Remember, the people that sent Anne Frank to Auschwitz were obeying the law. The HR harpy at Woke Inc. who drives another “supply chain disruption” is obeying CNN’s exhortations. How does that guilt feel years and decades later? What does it do?
Ah hell, it’s a lot of “not my circus, not my monkeys” anyway. I did my thing and they did theirs. Their soul ‘aint mine to worry about. Soon it will be Christmas, a glorious season in which I hope they find peace and tranquility. There is always room for forgiveness. At least from me.
My neighbors wound up dragging a dead animal though my yard… with my full approval. This made my driveway look like a murder scene… which I dont’ mind one bit.
Our dog made a through investigation of the fascinating scent left behind. I can’t help but laugh at the dog’s look. It’s as if to say “what have you done?”
I hope y’all had a great Thanksgiving. I sure did! I turned off the outside world of bullshit and enjoyed a peaceful rational time with family and friends; as is right and proper.
Today I’ve got a fun little story from the Holiday. Nothing too deep. Just a thing that happened. It reminded me of how divergent my actual local world is from the frothing batshit weirdness of the greater (and more urban) environment.
Thanksgiving season (it’s not just a day to me) is a good time to acknowledge the easy, gentle, respectful way among rural folk that one wouldn’t know about if they lived in a city or got their “news” from “journalists”. I suspect many of my readers know this but some might not. Here goes with a vignette of rural life:
We are on call: During one of several Thanksgiving celebrations at Curmudgeon Compound (I really went all out in 2021) my neighbor dropped by. Did they call ahead? Nah! I don’t answer my landline and they probably don’t know my cell number. I sure as hell don’t know theirs. They just showed up. That’s not rude. It’s fine and proper behavior; in part because their welcome is not overused. They rarely intrude on my life and I rarely intrude on theirs. I assumed they had a good reason to show up… and they did.
We respond: I immediately gave them my full attention. I care about and wish to support my neighbors. This feeling, I hope, is reciprocated. We respect each other’s charity by almost never calling upon it and also by not being assholes. (There are no Karens bitching about masks or HOA Nazis measuring grass length in my location.) If a neighbor shows up it’s not to hassle me because nobody hassles me. However, could be an urgent serious issue; perhaps livestock is loose or a truck is in the ditch. Or it might not be a serious issue at all, in which case it’s usually good news. Folks might drop by to share their excess tomato harvest on a good year, or to wave money under my nose trying to buy an old farm implement they’ve seen sitting near my barn. Regardless, I was immediately ready to give aid.
We hunt. We respect each other’s boundaries: They explained that they’d wounded a game animal while hunting. It had crossed into my property. They were asking permission to track it. These things happen. Normally, I won’t let anyone onto my property, but given the very reasonable situation and the polite request, I assented immediately.
We don’t judge (at least openly): If you’re running to the keyboard to bitch about how one never should take a bad shot and how you’ve never ever shot an elk but what it died within its own shadow… just stuff it. I too am very careful about hunting and I’ve never had drama tracking wounded animals. However, my day may come. Endeavoring to be perfect doesn’t make one perfect. I did not give him shit about a less than perfectly fatal shot. Especially in his moment of concern. He was worried about the situation. It wouldn’t be productive to be an asshole and make him feel worse. Six months later, if he’s a good friend, there might be some gentle ribbing. “About time you learned to hit the broadside of a barn… yuck yuck yuck…” This would be meant only in jest. Life isn’t social media. Shit happens. Wise people don’t lightly judge others.
Everyone is armed: My neighbor showed up in his truck. His wife showed up shortly after on their ATV. He had a crossbow; with which he’d been hunting. She had a rifle. I didn’t bat an eye. I don’t piss myself over guns. This is something that city dwellers never seem to understand but it bears repeating; almost everyone in every rural farmhouse in every state has every firearm you can imagine. Some hobbyists have enough firepower to give every man-bun in Manhattan a case of the shakes. Others have just a few. Some folks hunt with dusty old relics. Others, like my neighbor with his fancy new crossbow, tinker with new technologies. We think that firearms are cool. We’ve been buying them since forever. It doesn’t have to be a political thing. Every urbanite that buys a Peloton or a spiffy TV has a rural reflection that dropped his or her money on a rifle scope that can see molecules on the moon or a pistol framed in high-tech unobtanium alloy.
Everyone follows safe procedures: Rural folks aren’t stupid about guns. Nobody was waving things around like a dipshit. Unsafe behavior is not tolerated. Only inner city thugs and Alex Baldwin act stupidly with firearms.
We’re not the sexist, racist troglodytes portrayed in the press: My neighbor’s wife was dressed head to toe for hunting and carrying a rifle. I didn’t freak out about a woman with a firearm. Why would I? The only people that think women can’t shoot are men who can’t shoot. Rural people just aren’t jerks like the hyperventilating ninnies on social media theorize. I wouldn’t have cared if my neighbor was black, speaking Russian, or gay. Who would? It’s simply not a thing. The 1950’s were a lifetime ago and we (possibly unlike urban areas) are pretty chill. All I wanted to know was where the animal tracks led.
We’re equipped: He showed up with his truck and a support crew of an armed ATV riding wife. I grabbed my jacket and offered the use of my tractor with bucket loader. I have other equipment and was willing to deploy what was needed. Shit needed to be handled and it would be.
We’re effective: He didn’t need my help. He had a pretty good idea where it had gone. The animal was found in short order… already dead. I just stood around holding a flashlight while a rope and ATV did most of the work. In no time it was dragged out of my forest and onto my driveway where his truck was parked. Soon after it was in his truck. I got covered in blood during this process. So did everyone else. So did my driveway. If you’re afraid to get your hands dirty, you’re no help to anyone.
We’re thankful and try to be kind: I didn’t expect it but gratefully accepted their gift of a nice summer sausage from an earlier hunt. He didn’t expect it but had the offer of a bucket loader should one be needed. We exchanged local gossip for a bit and Mrs. Curmudgeon brought out hot coffee. Mostly we talked about the scandalous price of hay bales and tracking conditions in icy snow. I wish them well. They reciprocate.
Sure, it’s not all puppies and rainbows. People are people and I wasn’t guaranteed to have such great neighbors. Some rural folk are meth addicted fucknuts. (I guess it’s now fentanyl, whatever the hell that is.) Others are dumb as stumps and no fun to talk to. Just like anywhere else. But in general, we’re sane and nice.
“Media” talks about normal average American citizens in “flyover country” like we communicate in grunts. They proselytize about various government interventions to re-educate us. They marvel when we fail to vote as instructed. They shake their heads dismissively when we don’t cheer for the newest monorail construction project. They consider us, folks with a different lifestyle but humans all the same, as if we either are or ought to be subservient to authority figures and urban population centers. It has probably been that way since Rome sneered at uncouth Barbarians… but it doesn’t have to be that way.
In case you’re wondering, nobody wore a mask. I didn’t ask about their vaccination status and they didn’t ask about mine. Inquiring about such a private matter would be creepy. Also, if my neighbors were freaked out about the black plague they can indulge that notion simply by staying put on their land. Our paths need never cross. Going batshit about whether someone else got an injection seems remote and oddly twisted to us.
So there you have it. Absolutely nothing funky happened; for which I’m thankful!
Wednesday I went off grid (pausing only to post a country music video). I kicked back happy in the knowledge that I had to do nothing and I was in the right mental state to accomplish precisely that.
Ironically, about that time I got an e-mail offering the one and only thing that’s better than a McRib… ammo. My post scheduling is/was a total mess because I was distracted by virtually everything around me. (I may have been a bit loopy this week.) All this is a long way to explain my delayed Black Friday post but early(?) Cyber Monday post. It came about with this online conversation:
Magic Holiday Ammo Elf: “Curmudgeon, would you be interested in telling your readers about a sale on ammo we’re having?”
MHAE: “If you put up a post I’ll slide you a few boxes free of charge.”
AC: “Free ammo? I say this in a sincere but non-creepy platonic way ‘I love you’.”
MHAE: “Um… Well er… About that ammo…”
AC: “SEND IT!”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Why are you weeping and hugging your laptop?”
AC: “Free ammo. It’s so beautiful.”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Um… You know how we talked about socially appropriate behavior…”
AC: “Free ammo is an exception. It’s like the McRib!”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “I won’t argue with you over any McRib related concepts. Carry on.”
AC: “Want some ammo for your guns?”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “And get mixed up in your moment of ecstasy? Just to get a free score? This girl will pay full freight and leave back alley deals for weirdos like you!”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: (Impressed) “Oh…” Suddenly thinking of a brilliant way to keep me from buying her something stupid for Christmas. “Ammo always makes a good Christmas present.”
AC: “I already had this idea for a present for you… but the Yaks were out of stock and lizard mating season is…”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Stop right there. Get me ammo. Don’t get me anything else. Don’t even tell me about your idea. I already know it sucks. Also stay away from the turkey, I’m trying to get shit done.”
The conversation ended and I reached for my battered keyboard. Honestly, I meant to post right away. It’s just that there was a knock at the door with something interesting and it slipped my mind.
My neighbor was there; holding a crossbow and covered in dirt.
Neighbor: “I shot something in the ass and it crossed into your land. Mind if I go look for it?”
AC: “Of course, not!” Grabbing my coat. “I’ll help.”
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Mrs. Curmudgeon: (Hours later.) “I don’t know where you were but I’m glad you got back in time for this amazing dinner I cooked. And to host your guests like a civilized adult.”
AC: “You’re welcome!”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Ugh, you’re a Neanderthal. What the hell were you doing anyway?”
AC: “Well the neighbor…”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: (Realizing that chastising me for running off into the woods for a fun, but ill timed, chase is like teaching a dog algebra.) ”Forget it.” Glancing at me with a practiced eye. “You’ve got blood all over yourself.”
AC: “Well you see…”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “I don’t want to know. I assume it was something with antlers but even if it was a politician, just don’t tell me. Wash up or I’m sending all the pies home with the guests.”
AC: “Right-o.”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Weren’t you planning an important post?”
AC: “Not that I remember. Man you should’ve seen where the crossbow bolt…”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Shooo.”
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Two days later it dawned on me that Black Friday was yesterday. Well, folks you heard it here last… there was an awesome sale and y’all missed it! Let’s hear it for my Curmudgeonly timing. But don’t panic. I’m assured there’s a second supply available for Monday. (Does anybody use the word Cyber anymore?)
Shop, stack ammo, and be happy. What better thing are you doing with greenbacks that are rapidly inflating out of existence? Do yourself a favor and buy shitloads of ammo. I checked with Santa and he said you deserve it.
I’ll cop to a major character flaw. I like the McRib. I absolutely crave those greasy death bombs! I assume you’re sane and won’t touch anything that gross. Good for you. It means there’s extra pressed pork mystery meat for me!
Now I’ll mention a character trait I don’t consider a flaw. I hate eating in my truck. It’s crude, ridiculous, uncivilized, and undignified. I don’t care if it’s Filet Mignon or a McRib, an adult should endeavor to eat at a table when possible. I get it, there are exceptions. Sometimes you’re in a hurry and need to cram calories down your gullet like a human garbage disposal on hell’s own treadmill. But in general it’s better to eat like a civilized human being. I view meals at the wheel as degrading lessening of the human condition. That’s just me. YMMV.
It should be a harmless preference. However, it’s 2021 and the world has gone to shit. The nearest McDonalds has closed its dining room. I’m not sure the explanation du jour for closing dining rooms. For a while (over a year ago) it was based on some voodoo explanation about viruses. Honestly, I laugh at that. The dining room of a McDonalds is only marginally cleaner than the floor of a subway urinal. Yet the black death of 2020 crossed some sort of virulence threshold and we can save humanity by eating in a car’s cab; which is apparently sterile. Now it’s 2021 and the dining room is closed exactly like it was before but for entirely new and improved reasons.
There’s not enough workforce to staff the place.
My McRib addicted self has noticed that McDonalds dining rooms are open in fits and starts. Though recently everyone within a few hundred miles of me just plain gave up.
This is why I notice it. If I want a McRib I have to eat at the wheel of an idling Dodge…. like a disgusting uncivilized animal. Gross. (McRibs are gross too but, as we’ve already established, that’s different.)
During the brief unknowable season of the McRib I’ve started playing a game. I’ve started watching which fast food restaurants have open dining rooms and which don’t. A large number are reduced to hurling food at plebeians like feeding hogs in a automotive livestock chute. The pattern, or lack thereof, is interesting.
The game expanded and soon I started counting who’s wearing masks and who isn’t. Sometimes it’s “required” because some jackass in politics thinks this two year old idea matters and they’re just the God to have such control. Sometimes it’s not required by regulation (never law) but corporate asshats require masks anyway. Why wouldn’t they? I’ll politely receive a McRib from a masked employee but there are shrieking Karens who won’t do the opposite.
Then the game became tracking the fading hours of operation. In the hinterland, fast food restaurants are struggling. Not only are they running out of employees to mop the floor in the dining room but they’re running out of employees to man the drive through. They’re closing earlier and opening later (don’t get me started about Egg McMuffins). Hours are irregular. Sometimes they’re closed during hours they’ve posted as open. Sometimes they run out of people and close right then.
Wherever you go, they’re hiring. These are different than the hiring signs from the Trump boom. It went from “good pay, decent hours” to hands and knees begging; “for the love of God, please work here!”
Meanwhile, getting served by masked subservient (and almost universally female) servants feels hinky. It makes me nervous. It feels like they’re lower class and I’m upper and I hate the very ide of that! (It’s a damn McRib… nobody in that exchange is anything but low class.)
I truly believe all humans are created equal and the masks clearly seperate servant from customer. When someone at Starbucks or McDonalds has their face covered they start feeling less… human. They become depersonalized food serving units. I can’t see them smile. I don’t hear what they’re saying. The interaction becomes clipped and short.
For the unmasked I might try a humorous connection “I love McRibs… you’re doing God’s work m’lady!” For the masked, a formal line is drawn and they’re clearly lesser beings than the unmasked freak driving the truck. I try to mumble “thank you” but they almost subconsciously have eyes averted like there’s something unclean about their job at the drive through.
The phrase “supply chain disruption” does not explain any of this.
Employees locked behind a face burka don’t look safe… they look chained. As far as I can tell none of them like it. Then again nobody gives a shit about the employees’ opinion… which is why employers are scrambling to keep the whole thing running.
I think there is a darker undercurrent in all this, and the COVID vaccine mandate may have been the last straw. Why do people work in the first place? A big answer to this, of course, is “for the money.” This is certainly true, but it is only true to a point. It’s different for everyone, but at some point – and I suspect it is a lower point than most would expect – money becomes less important than intangibles for a lot of people. The big intangible is respect. The vax mandate is a respect black hole. The aggressively pro-vaccine crowd is pissed because it took so long and the companies lacked the courage to act independently. The anti-mandate crowd is pissed because no one at the company stood up for them. The neutral crowd who couldn’t care less one way or the other resents all of the jawboning and time wasting and paperwork hoops they have to go through. Absolutely nobody feels respected in this matter, and it is a major matter.
While supply chains have been disrupted, that’s just a symptom of a bigger problem. People who’ve never heard of Ayn Rand and don’t give a shit about politics instinctively knew when to “Go Galt”. They’re not going Galt… they’ve already gone. That’s why you could fully staff a McDonalds in 2019 and can’t in 2021.
Rand was something of a bitch, and so she missed the change among the working classes. Rand fretted over captains of industry and genius materials scientists, but it never crossed her cold heart that the honest hard working entry level McDonalds floor mopper had a breaking point too. They’re not NPCs, they’re people. When that line is crossed (as it has been) they’ll “shrug” just as much as a pissed off brain surgeon. (It’s also much easier for them to shrug than the brain surgeon. They can always find another McDonalds job if they change their mind. A pilot at United Airlines has a lot more to lose. Which is why shortages are coming from the bottom up.)
This isn’t just “supply chain disruption”. After all, the supply chain (barely) held. McRibs are present and on site. The lights are still on. There’s no shortage of the buckets of BBQ sauce that I’m addicted to.
Overworked skeleton crews slowly losing the fight are not “supply chain”. They’re mistreated humans. Whether on purpose or by accident, whether through well intentioned but unwise micromanagement or revoltingly elitist snobbery they’ve driven workers out of the workforce. President Potato, whom it’s said has earned the greatest number of votes in all of America’s history, can’t see the problem. Nor can half of society. The other half isn’t about to explain the obvious.
For good or ill, this is almost a permanent change to society. It’s not a temporary situation. It’s not going away. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to get another McRibs.
Mondays in the Bidenverse are surreal. I show up to work like always. I do my job like always. But each Monday I begin by wondering if I actually have a job at all.
We all know that keeping a modern job is completely unrelated to doing a modern job. Unless you burn down a factory or drop a busload of nuns off a cliff with the company forklift, you won’t be fired. Even then… who knows? However, getting canned for arbitrary non-work related issues is a looming threat.
It’s common to say this is new. It’s not. It’s been leaning that way most of my life. Certain articles of free thought were “sketchy” long ago. They inexorably drifted into Wrongthink. In modern times, we forget that firing a plumber for his opinion on sexuality wasn’t always a thing. Social media turned the dial to eleven before most of the modern workforce was out of diapers. They don’t know what a free workforce even feels like.
In addition to Wrongthink, we’ve grown used to punishment for genetic apostasy or internal emotion. You won’t get canned for being incompetent but it’s easy to get canned for being male or white. The worst fate is reserved for the pool loser who still (horrors!) wants to just do their job. “Not being a team player” a fatal flaw when you’re evaluated by a nonentity who’s only skill is following the herd. It’s all about the pieces of flair.
In September, President Potato doubled down on stupid. He fucked up my world along with the workplace of most Americans; which makes sense for a man who’s never had a job in the workplace. Bidendriod the Awesomnator (somehow) deleted HIPPA. (Laws are only words ya’ know.) He put every worker’s medical decisions under review by HR and (ultimately) President Potato himself… because he is apparently a God Emperor. Big britches for an unpopular doddering one-term placeholder.
I look hard but just can’t see his crown.
I miss going to work for the purposes of doing stuff. I do so now out of inertia; such is the Bidenverse. I guess I’ll keep at it so long as the job is there… however how long that may be. It’s not great for a hard working personality like mine. I still remember job satisfaction unrelated to a paycheck.
Of course, the Bidenverse’s effect on workers has nothing to do with things like “unexpected supply chain disruption”… that would be silly. Everything from an orange grove in Florida to a oil pipeline in North Dakota to a car factory in Detroit… hell, all the way to a Tickle Me Elmo factory in Guangzhou has been kicked in the nuts. Given all this, Commander Corn Pop is going to “fix it” by bitching about a single overloaded shipping dock in LA? Suuuure…. pull the other one, it’s got bells on it.
The good news is this. Economic collapse is just economic collapse. It has happened before. Mismanagement by clueless incontinent geezers is just part of the cliché. We’re in the phase where nobody knows who’s running things. The press will report “ruler X is fit and healthy and totally in control” right up until they report “ruler X died two weeks ago”. Then they’ll claim “all hail Ruler Y who was found in a spare room just lying around. He’s fit and healthy and totally in control.” It will continue until they run out of doddering old fools. Such was the case in the declining USSR, such it is for us. That’s not so bad. Right here and right now, I might get fired. That not the worst fate. It’s not a bed of roses but it’s not a bullet to the skull.
Others face circumstances I don’t. For example, I’m currently unlikely to wind up in a concentration camp. Here’s a test; what do Australia 2021 and Germany 1940 have in common. Hint: it’s not kangaroos.
I’m lucky. So far, I have a full freezer, my health is well, my soul intact, I’ve stacked plenty of ammo, and the McRib is still available. Here’s a test; what is different between America and Australia in 2021? Hint: it’s not the McRib.
Shit looks dire but our enemy is a drooling puppet at the head of a paper tiger. Even if Captain Depends puts me on the street, this is not the only world. The material is the least important arena… and even that’s not completely fucked yet. Others have faced this situation; many have carried on and even thrived. They show the way.
Like many others, you may have decided not to comply with the vaccine mandate, or your employer is bearing down on you, and you have not decided. You’re thinking about how you would make a living, care for your family, and how the government could arbitrarily defy your constitutional rights. I know the feeling, because I was there…over twenty years ago.
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God is much bigger than the U.S. government. He has his ways of taking care of you. You never know where your support can come from, so don’t let pride frustrate God’s ways to provide for you.
Traumas can heal, and debts can be repaid. Standing up for what you believe in is eternal.
I’ve posted a little bit about how my job may be in jeopardy due to the vax mandate. I haven’t said much because I cherish privacy. Also, I’d rather not let my job monopolize more pleasant (and important!) parts of life.
Even so, the struggle hasn’t been without benefit. I needed to be reminded that a job is just a job and a soul is a soul. I am surprisingly thankful for that.
I also note that the torturous worry and mood swings and stress of a career in the noose has gradually changed. What started as doom doesn’t have the same black finality. My personal moment of greatest darkness was several weeks ago.
I could be wrong but it feels like the tide has changed. Do you feel it too?
I’m not the only one seeing hope on the horizon. The incomparable Sarah Hoyt has som words of wisdom on the matter:
Shit’s crazy lately. The stupidity leads to weirdness. Weirdness leads to instability. Standing around wondering how completely fucked we’re going to be before stability returns… if it ever will… is making us all tense.
It’s the weekend. I invite y’all to let off a little pressure. Let’s all sit back and enjoy some sci-fi reading from back before sci-fi was colonized by whiny woke asshats.
First, a 1951 short story by Arthur C. Clarke. Click the link to see it reproduced in its entirety (I assume it’s not a copywrite infringement). I present to you Superiority:
“The ultimate cause of our failure was a simple one: despite all statements to the contrary, it was not due to lack of bravery on the part of our men, or to any fault of the Fleet’s. We were defeated by one thing only – by the inferior science of our enemies. I repeat – by the inferior science of our enemies.”
Second, another 1951 short story by C. M. Kornbluth. This is one of my absolute favorites. (It’s reproduced in its entirety by Project Gutenberg.) I present to you The Marching Morons:
“The attrition of accidents, illness, wars and such took care of that. Your intelligence was bred out. It is gone. Children that should have been born never were. The just-average, they’ll-get-along majority took over the population. The average IQ now is 45.”
Every word is linked for free just above this line. (You can’t stop the signal Mal!)
If you want to buy a copy I sure as hell won’t stop you. Please use the links below. Since they originate on my page. I’ll get a tuppence from the Bezo-collective no matter what you buy. (Amazon requires an “I get money from this” disclaimer in case there’s still a living human in 2021 hasn’t figured out how sponsored links work. If that 90 year old cloistered monk still exists, I want to meet him. I assume he’s busy cutting checks to mail order stuff from late night TV ads repeated off VHS tapes.)
Also, anyone who loves The Marching Morons will love the excellent documentary Idiocracy. (Seriously, if you haven’t seen Idiocracy, do it now. Its got what plants crave!)
Happy reading.
A.C.
*Note: I bought my version’s of those texts under different titles. That’s the thing with old sci-fi from periodicals, they’re available in various anthologies. If the products at one of these links is low quality, please tell me asap.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
John Dryden: 1631-1700
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
D. H. Lawrence: 1885-1930
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
Czeslaw Milosz: 1911-2004
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
