Gentlygoers vs ragers
Yesterday I went in for the annual required renewal of prescription on blood pressure pills. The clinic had delayed it for about six months while they were "all virtual", but now they're just ALL DYSTOPIAN.

I had been wondering how those statistics about "tests" were acquired. Earlier in the holocaust there were some drive-up "testing" events, but those didn't last. The nearly universal "testing" was continuing, but I didn't see it.

NOW I SEE.

The clinic is doing a thriving business in automated "tests" for "the virus", required by employers. Muzzled Virobots walk in, go to the computer screen, touch the screen for a ticket, get their "test", walk out with a Fauci Jugend armband.

Real customers are unwanted. I walked up to the checkin desk, presented my membership card as usual, and the Dalek behind the desk emitted the following screech:

SORRY WE DO NOT TOUCH CARDS

I then announced my number and name in properly robotic form, and waited for the "doctor" to call me.

When grimly anticipating this event, I had fantasized how I would by God show them and tell them the truth, knowing full fucking well that I wouldn't really do it, and knowing that it would be wildly counterproductive.

Fortunately I restrained myself to my standard tacit grump attitude. "Just write the prescription and let me out of here!"

This attitude isn't new, and didn't start with the holocaust. It started a few years ago when the clinic was simply incompetent, losing records and forcing me to come in three times for one appointment.

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Grandma was right. She HATED doctors and hospitals, and refused to use them unless CRITICALLY necessary. I've picked up her attitude, maybe by genes and maybe by imitation.

Grandma didn't go gently into the bad night of Public Health. She raged in her quiet cold stubborn way against forced "wellness". She trusted her body and trusted her connection with Nature.

These willing Virobots are going gently and cheerfully, helping the monsters gather up their fake "testing" stats to maintain the holocaust forever.

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Calibrating: I will admit that occasional UNFORCED checkups are a good idea for codgers and biddies. As the body loses resilience, events can leave an unbounced imprint. January's windstorm and power outage started with serious danger and ended with a day of hypothermia. Since then I've been slower and more easily tired. Yesterday's pressure check and blood test showed that nothing has really changed, which makes me feel better. Just getting old.

Labels: #WholeOfSociety, coot-proofing, endless hell, NOW I SEE

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