This week is unofficially “Ponty Week 2023,” as good old Ponty/Always a Kid for Today sent me three excellent pieces over the long July Fourth week (his third will pop this Friday). It’s great to see one of our most steadfast and lively contributors back on the blog.
It’s interesting to think that The Age of The Virus, which so dominated our lives and thoughts for nearly two years, now seems like a distant memory, a bad dream best forgotten when one wakes up, returning to one’s senses. That is certainly how the worst of the self-proclaimed public health czars and czarinas hope we will regard it: a well-intentioned nightmare that we needn’t talk about any further. They know they eroded civil liberties, wrecked the economy, and made anyone without a diaper on their face feel like crap, all over a highly survivable virus. Better to sweep all that under the rug and let bygones be bygones. Forgive and forget, right?
We can forgive individuals—we all had family members who hysterically insisted that flimsy paper masks would save us from ourselves—but we should never forget the heavy toll of our public health tyranny. As Ponty points out, they’re going to try it again, and it’s going to be worse next time.
It is perhaps a bit conspiratorial (and even hysterical on my part), but I sincerely believe The Age of The Virus was a test-run for the End Times Beast system. Just as people willingly lined up for The Vaccine, which was promised to be the ticket to a normal life, people will line up to take the Antichrist’s Mark so they can continue shopping at Niemann Marcus. What is one’s eternal soul when there is a sale on capris?
Even if I am wrong about that particular claim, The Age of The Virus was certainly a trial run to see how obedient we’d all be. The answer, sadly, was, “very.” Sure, we had some ructions after the first month or so of the “two weeks to flatten the curve,” but most Americans went along sheepishly with the dictates. Yours portly wore his mask as little as possible, but even I took two shots of The Vaccine (not because I wanted to be “normal” again, but because I didn’t know any better at the time—and I should have!).
Ponty argues that inquiries into The Age of The Virus in Britain serve no purpose other than to strengthen the regime the next time around. I think he is only missing one point: these inquiries remind us, the sane, about what they did to us. We should never let them get away with it again.
With that, here is Ponty’s “The Year Before the Year After Next Year”:
