I just wanna do FUN STUFF!
How the urban middleclass sold us out for restaurant dinners and overseas travel
They told me I’d never be able to eat out again; I’d never be able to travel; I’d have no life. I said screw ‘em – I’m not taking their experimental gene therapy shot, I’ll wait and see what happens, and if they want to mess with me then they can come along and try it. I’ll go down fighting.
Friends and colleagues said to me ‘I don’t want to take it either man, but I just want to start doing fun stuff again.’
I said, ‘If you don’t want to take it then don’t take it – they can’t make you.’
Then the obedient and credulous within earshot replied: ‘Actually they can make you take it.’
Well, here I am folks. A year later and still un-jabbed. And wouldn’t you know it, they’ve quietly dropped all the mandates.
I live in one of the Western world’s preeminent cities, and also one of the most locked-down and vax-mandated. Until recently it was illegal to enter any business other than grocery, retail and medical, which meant things like restaurants, bars, hairdressers, gyms, and cinemas were off limits. The unvaxed were also banned from air travel and most notably, from attending the workplace.
All this, despite the long-established fact that the vaccine does not prevent transmission of the virus. This basic point of epidemiology was of no interest to our rulers because, as we are all now well aware, the mandates were never about public health, but about control and compliance.
I do not expect we have seen the end of vaccine mandates and crazy authoritarian overreach from our governments. Indeed, I expect the next ‘crisis’ to usher in even more draconian edicts. Yet, I sensed when the covid vaccines were first mandated that this policy would eventually be rolled back, and also that many businesses would not enforce them.
My reasons for believing this were:
It quickly became clear that the efficacy was very low, perhaps even non-existent and such a farce could not be long maintained even with the blanket propaganda from the craven mainstream media
There would be enough resistance and refusal to hamper the proper functioning of society, and this would present governments with the impossible prospect of force-vaccinating people
This type of hysteria works well in short bursts, but over time people get apathetic and even the hardcore vaccine enthusiasts would eventually get blasé about boosters
I was right on all three counts, and over the past few months the ‘authorities’ where I live have been quietly rolling back the various mandates. First they reinstated hairdressers and pubs, then they added cinemas and a bunch of other businesses, then they dropped the quarantine requirements for travellers, and now, as of this coming Friday, the last of the vaccine mandates will be abandoned – the workplace.
It is telling that this is the last one to go. The workplace vax mandate was obviously the trump card they hoped would push as many ‘anti-vaxxers’ as possible over the line – for again, the core objective in all this was compliance; the breaking of people’s wills.
And indeed, many folks were coerced in this manner. Those who could not work from home, or who were employed by companies eager to fellate the state government by mandating employees be jabbed regardless, were faced with the stark choice between standing on principle and keeping their jobs – and most opted for the latter.
I don’t blame these people, and I’m not even sure what I would have done had I been put in the same position. Fortunately for me my job can be done from home and my employer took the humane and correct decision to leave vaccination as optional, so I was never faced with this horrific conundrum.
I have nothing but the greatest admiration and respect for the many thousands who opted to stand on principle and accept unemployment over dishonour – to me these people are revolutionary heroes of the first order, and I met and marched with many of them during the momentous protests of last summer.
But there are those whom I do not respect and whose servile compliance at the first hint of government intimidation sticks in my memory as the most contemptible example of mass human frailty I have ever witnessed.
Those who were not at risk of losing their jobs, and who did not want to take the vaccine, but who went ahead and did it anyway because they wanted to start doing fun stuff again – this sizable block of the populace will forever stand in disgrace to me.
I do not say this lightly as a number of my friends fall into this category, including a very close one. I still love this guy and would defend him against all slights, but I also cannot reconcile my judgement of this aspect of his personality. I remember clearly him saying to me, over and over “I just want to start doing fun stuff again.” And when I recall these words, I feel a contemptuous fury.
I have not shared my feelings with this friend, nor do I plan to. It’s better that we maintain our bond because the things that we do have in common are wonderful and worth preserving. But if he ever asked me straight up, I would tell him: ‘Dude, I think the decision you made was weak. It was the craven action of a shallow, unprincipled consumer. I still love you man, and no one is beyond redemption and growth – but I think you made a really bad call on that one. The kind of call that makes me think I wouldn’t want to be in a foxhole with you.”
For what did these people get for their compliance? A few months unfettered access to hairdressers, pubs and movie theatres. And perhaps an overseas holiday. That’s it. Was it worth it? I can’t imagine the scorn I would have for myself having rolled over on this issue only to discover nine months down the track that I could have just waited it out.
And what makes it even worse is the mandates themselves had no teeth from the start. Most businesses did not enforce them – another prediction on which I was correct. And the ones that did enforce them were so apathetic about it that a simple screenshot of a friend’s vax pass was enough to get one through the door in most places.
After a brief period of caution, I myself flagrantly flashed my fake vaccine passport at restaurants, bars and various other amenities with no repercussions until, after only a short while, most places stopped checking altogether.
The government did not have the resources nor the will to enforce its outrageous edicts, and more importantly the public had no stomach for it. Police officers tend toward authoritarianism and can generally be relied upon to do the bidding of snivelling fascist bureaucrats – but your average waitress or barrister? Yeah, good luck turning them into Gestapo agents.
All this was obvious to me from the beginning, but even if it hadn’t been, I would not have submitted. Overpriced eggs benny and shitty service? I can live without that. Crappy woke films? Nope. $12 pints of beer and piss-weak G&Ts? Hell, I don’t even really drink anymore, so you can shove your pubs and bars too. I can even live without swanky overseas holidays, believe it or not – this was a funny one, and certainly the most common refrain from those who felt coerced into getting jabbed: “I don’t really want to get vaxed, but I really want to travel again.” It goes to the heart of what is wrong with these folk – this gigantic sense of entitlement. It was only a couple of generations ago that the average person never took overseas holidays at all.
What I’ve learned about this segment of the population, which we can loosely categorise as middleclass urban professionals, is that fun stuff is infinitely more important to them than any sense of morality, or personal pride. And this revelation bodes poorly for the middleclass, for it is against us that the brunt of the globalist assault is currently being directed.
The proponents of the Great Reset know that they must wipe out the middleclass to install their New World Order, for this demographic represents the last vestige of upward mobility and the ideals of liberty and personal property that this entails. A future where we will own nothing and be happy is contingent upon the abolishment of the middleclass. Once this is achieved the working class can be roundly abused, and eventually enslaved.
And this is why I have such contempt for this attitude in those colleagues and contemporaries of mine who did not want the jab and had the option to stand strong and say NO, but opted for the path of least resistance because they wanted to start doing fun stuff again.
They do not realise what their acquiescence represents; that it signals to our rulers that the subjugation of the troublesome middleclass, with all their outdated ideas about home ownership and financial freedom, is now within reach; that we are prepped and conditioned for the next big power grab, and that when they come for the rest of our freedoms, most will go along with it again because they just want to be able to do fun stuff.
FUN STUFF?! As I said, the phrase infuriates me. What are you, six years old?
I sacrificed the fun stuff for my principles. I do not say this to gloat, I say it because principles matter – without them we are no different than spoiled children. Nor do I claim that my resistance and current vindication represents an ultimate victory – I fully expect a resumption of restrictions and mandates at some not-too-far-off point, and perhaps this time I will not be as fortunate.
But this is not the point. The point is that these abuses are only able to be perpetrated through the exploitation of people’s addiction to fun stuff. Our society is a crack whore, and the government is our pimp, threatening to withhold our next hit unless we get on the bed and spread our legs.
Well to hell with all that. You can take my fun stuff, but you’ll not take my pride, my honour, and my soul.
We have time, ahead of the next ‘crisis’ to talk to these people in our lives and ask them whether a few months of fun stuff was worth the moral defeat they imposed on themselves, and whether they might be willing to view things differently next time, having now seen that they did not actually need to do what they were told – that if they’d had just a little more spine, they could have had their pride and their fun stuff.
I do not plan to tell my friend exactly what I think of him – but I reckon I’ll have this conversation with him. I encourage you to do the same if you have the opportunity.