April 8, Wednesday, Covid 19

It’s hard to say what day it is. We no longer have underwear with the days of the week on them.  I would like to put Day # in an authoritative way but I no longer know when this began.  In Wuhan, China, in November, a communist at a very off bat.  The bat had somehow associated with a bad pangolin.  The communist hadn’t paid attention to the expiration of his regime so didn’t know the shelf life of mass murder was passed.  This released a Pandora’s Box plague on the rest of the world, the flames fanned by the further lies and deceit of the now defunct World Health Agency.   A noble doctor died for his whisteblowing.  Other doctors were imprisoned.  The time for Containment was past.  That was December.

This disease migration was well on it’s way by January 2020.  The cries of wolf and media madness, Climate Emergency, Climate Emergency, the money marketeers screamed while the wee small voice of contagion screamed unheard.  Death rolled unheard through the streets. The Communist Chinese and the Sharia Communist UN with the now puppet WHO ruled by the lowest of Ethiopian society, a Maoist politician.  

Aetheists galore making a strange bedfellow of the Allah worshipping power brokers.  Peace and tolerance, Christianity and freedom all stood like the riches of old.  The beautiful exotic women of the west undressed on media and just waited to be raped and taken by conquering warriors from lands where feminists had long ago been aborted leaving armies of lonely men and hoards of men whose scorecards stood black for four wives. Together they would conquer the fat democracies and show them what real men were. 

Kill the homosexuals.  Kill the Jews.  Let the virus do this for us. Let it spread and bring with it economic downfall so we win with lies.

That was February. Word had finally got out.  Through the cacophony of Wolf crying pseudo scientists seeking grant money by telling tall tales were silenced by wee voice of real death and real science.  The word got out. America closed the borders to China.  The Liberal government of Canada called “Racist!” enlightened Canadians, especially those whose families came from the once great Hong Kong where only recently riots and rebellion ruled.  They were Chinese, like the Taiwanese and the Chinese of Singapore who were first to close the door on the Communist plague. 

 Canda’s foreign affairs said that all levels of Canadian government had been infiltrated by the Communists and media was unfailingly left wing, a Pravda yellow rag bought as the newsletter for the ruling Liberal party steeped in dreams of dictatorship.  Jumbo jets of sick people continued to land bringing hundreds of thousands into Canada with lies of airport measures and quarantines while Nero played . 

As a doctor, with the nurses and administration staff about me, I saw us begin to gear up for the coming storm in February. Like a ship at sea we closed hatches and searched for emergency equipment and personal protection equipment we learned had been stolen from the long bare hospital already overflowing and full to capacity. The party boy in Ottawa had long condemned the working Canadians. His diabolical campaign to blame everything on the daddy figures of the world, locally Mr. Harper and distantly Mr. Trump, had worked so well.  Mommy Merkel had seemed so  supportive of unmanageable adolescents that the Queen of England found as insufferable as the ass of a father.    

I turned older in March.  The quarantines began.  The beautiful women in my office after a couple of weeks on the front lines, said, “You’re too old, go to your room.”  I’d seen 4 epidemics and the deaths from those had begun haunting my dreams.  The meningitis epidemic in the north.  The Aids epidemic in the city. Tuberculosis and now this. I’d acquired TB working with the indigenous peoples when doctors couldnn’t be found to face the risk. I’d done my part then but now was overwhelmed with anxiety and admiration for my younger colleagues. I passed the torch and ran to my room thankful to be out of the trenches no matter how much guilt , I left behind the heros  and heroines.  

I entered a virtual reality at home. Alone with my dog. I could wear a skirt or a sarong. I didn’t need to gird my loins.  There were phone calls and computer video conferencing but I no longer needed to wear that sports jacket fashioned on the war wear of the British army in the 19th century. I didn’t need work jeans but instead languished in tartan flannel pyjama bottoms and robes and luxuriated in long baths.  I walked the dog leisurely and took photos of the birds.  I chatted.  

The government locally with Mr. Horgan and Mr. Dix and Health Officer Dr. Bonnie Henry were actually talking medicine truthfully. Science was pure, the political correctness that caused countless deaths was expelled as history repeats itself.  Those left overs from the Aids crisis who preferred to kill gays than tell the truth, the Red Cross corruption, they were out. Wisdom  had returned. I saw Gandalf and the Lion.

The medical and scientific crisis is passing. I’m reminded of sailing through a hurricane. We’re almost in the eye of the storm. That strange surreal centre where the worst is over but the lull is only momentary. We must come out the other side. The economic crisis begins.  

March is the beginning for Canada. 5 months ago it began in Wuhan.  February we knew for certain we were in the path of the storm and it wasn’t veering off.  March we felt the winds striking and here we are hatches closed and all buttoned down.  It’s Noah’s Ark. 

I fear the siren that says the foreign attack is over. I don’t want to come out of my home.  I liked this working from home. I miss the people there but I don’t miss commutes and facing angry strangers who blame me personally for the destruction of the health care system. I had nothing to do with. I never voted for a moron.  I’ve given my life to healing. The coke went up somebody else’s nose.  I don’t live off the avails of sin and criminal wealth. I didn’t steal the money for health care and give it to foreign backers. I’m here working. 

I’ve a life time of work and I’m relatively poor compared to the powerful.   I dont know what day it is. Day 36 of the war or day 66 or day 106.  

It’s Wednesday. I’m doing one day at a time and one week at a time.  I’m hoping we’ll get through this.  We will but how many of those that began with us will still be here. Everyone will be changed.  

I take comfort in knowing that the Chinese Communist Army is 2.5 million desperate men and the UN Sharia Army is a million or two but America has 70 million armed militia and Canada has too.  Nazi Germany never invaded England because of the government or the army but because of the power and strength of the people.  

In China and other dictatorships the peasants and slaves who are called by other names went because guns and men with gun made them.

Here in the west, in democracies, hundreds of millions went home because we were ‘asked’ , not told. Later when almost everyone was well behaved the few left were told. We are not sheep.  We are free.  

There is the fear of disease. Others, not me, have not watched people dying begging for breath that doesn’t come except in death. 

 It’s Day Wednesday. I am here.