You have got Nancy Pelosi, Gavin Newsom and others thinking this is a great time to get our socialism on. You also have functionaries – all of whom are still getting paychecks – who are way too eager to start issuing orders instead of relying on citizens to behave rationally. We don’t need to be ordered around, but they can’t resist the ordering. The moron mayor of LA is offering rewards to freedom narcs, and government hacks making stores refuse to sell “non-essential” items – what the hell they are thinking telling us what is and is not “essential” anyway? They are thinking, “Hey, this power stuff is fun!” Which is why you should never give power to someone who enjoys it.
The mainstream media, when it’s not otherwise engaged in covering for the bat-eating ChiComs and ignoring the credible #MeToo allegations against ole Grandpa Badfinger, is cheerleading to shut down the entire country. Of course, just because New Yorkers live on top of each other in a festering urban petri dish does not mean everyone else does, but who cares? If those urban swells have to sit tight in their crappy walk-ups watching Netflix, so do those folks out in Jesusland, damnit. Also, they feel the need to close the gun stores since the manly act of purchasing equipment to defend one’s self, family, community, and Constitution shames the liberal sissies whose low-T lifestyle keeps them from doing their duty.
Even some randos are joining in. We have all seen vids of bossy people on the street screaming at other people who refuse to truss up their pieholes like suburban banditos. The proper response to the Junior G-men (most of whom appear to be hard five chicks named “Karen”) is to invite them to do to themselves what their husbands cannot or will not do.
And there’s that video of mortified deputies waiting on an LA beach for some surfer to come back to the sand, because being alone in the Pacific is basically condemning millions to infection or something. What it really constitutes is defiance, not danger, which our midwit overlords cannot abide. And just imagine that you signed up to be a cop thinking you’d live Heat and instead you’re popping Spicoli for riding some tasty waves.
Rant0Matic: Here Come the Brain Police
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