Symbols of Shame

February 3, 2022 By Dee Chadwell

Two years ago when the news of COVID engulfed the nation we all donned whatever masky device we could rig and ventured forth to stock up on toilet paper. We heard, to our dismay, that some jobs were essential and some weren’t, but we bought into that. It all seemed otherworldly, 1984-ish, and scary. Then, after just a few weeks, the news of Hydroxychlorquine and Ivermectin started to surface and the crisis seemed manageable. Whew! I thought. Thank you, God, for providing such a timely discovery; we’ll be able to dodge this bullet. I had failed to realize what bullet was racing toward us.

For, despite evident cures, the lockdowns continued. The masks -- soon shown to be useless -- not only stayed on our faces, but became religious icons, virtue-signaling devices. We stopped striking up conversations with strangers. Our kids sat, hour after hour, day after day, in front of computer screens that presented to them the bare minimum of an education -- if that. We quit going to the movies. ”Out to eat” became just that -- out in the cold on make-shift patios. No parties. No church. No jobs........ 

• Fauci kept adding layers to our masks, which we knew didn’t work, and he still kept his job. 
• He’s still pushing both masks and the vaccines, neither do much good, both do a lot of harm, and still he keeps his job. 

 He should, by rights, not only be fired but be locked up somewhere ugly. But we do nothing.  We hear rumors of powerful people advocating for “depopulation,” a clinical, mechanical, hidey-word for killing folks in huge numbers.  Yet, we don’t resist.............To Read More....