Mpox does not discriminate, y'all. It's coming for the young and old alike. Even pets aren't safe. My friends Bruce and Fabio (lovely couple) recently lost their new gerbil to Mpox. They're absolutely devastated and you're laughing?! You selfish plague-rats better have learned your lesson from COVID; I expect full compliance this time around.

Can we just listen to the fucking Experts this time, please? I'm begging y'all: LET THEM COOK. If Hotez (No Debates Be Upon Him) says we need another lockdown, we need another lockdown. If Tedros (Emergency Powers Be Upon Him) tells us to mask up, we mask the FUCK up. If Fauci (MBUH) declares Christmas is cancelled, y'all cut down the fucking tree and wait till next year.

I'm honestly so let down by my wife's boyfriend treating this like a joke. He just laughed in my face when I called him away from clapping my wife's cheeks to tell him this news. I expected better from Y'allsuke. He should be extra grateful and subservient to the WHO after they changed the fucking name of this deadly and terrifying disease so progressive Liberals like me were no longer compelled to point out the racist connotations that no one but us picked up on. Where is the loyalty? Where is the appreciation?

(Please excuse the abysmal photograph quality).

Yes, I wear sunblock, zinc oxide for my family. But I'm thinking I don't need to buy it next time we go to the Waterpark. I mean, all the water in the pools was cloudy. Probably full of everyone else's sunblock and sunscreen mixed in. So technically weren't they protecting me from sunburn by wearing sunscreen or sunblock and going into the water. After all I was swimming in pools filled with all the chemicals to prote me from the sun. I asked my husband that since I'm at a high risk of sunburn (hellooooo super fair skin). Or does this kind of logic only work with masks and jabs?

My jaw dropped when I opened up Facebook and I saw my Grandma's memes. After all the sacrifices I've made for us over the past four years to keep her alive and safe from COVID, even when she begged me to leave her alone and I literally had to force her to follow the rules and obey lockdown, this is how that ungrateful old bitch repays me! I'm so, so disappointed. I thought I'd lectured her enough over Zoom about the evils of Capitalism, free speech and misinformation and the virtues of censorship, diversity and mass migration, but evidently it all went in one hearing aid and out the other. I can't believe all those boosters I made her get against her will didn't knock some sense into her either.

Anyway, after contacting the police about my Grandma's malicious memes, they immediately sent a SWAT team to her nursing home. I listened intently over the phone as the dispatcher relayed their progress to me; they had just breached my Grandma's door with a battering ram as Bravo Team rappelled in through her windows, MP5s at the ready. A distant rattle of frantic gunfire crackled over the dispatcher's radio before subsiding. The dispatcher reported back to me with a heavy sigh that my Grandma was not in her flat and that her current whereabouts were unknown. My boosted heart sank.

With trembling hands, I lowered my phone to its cradle. That's when I noticed the time, and realized I was late for today's second counter-protest. I gathered my placard and Palestine flag and hoofed it down to my neighbour Carl's house; a grainy photo of a Telegram message in broken English posted to our town's Facebook page claimed the far-right were planning a massive pogrom in his front yard. In response, Carl had put out a lovely halal spread and converted his wife and daughters to Islam. When I got to the counter-protest, thousands of folx were already there, forming a protective shield around Carl's house. As I waded through the peaceful crowd, I cut myself on several machetes and other sharp implements on the way and made eye contact with Carl, his frightened, quivering little face peeking through the twitching curtains of his front window. Suddenly, a number of our comrades surged forward.

"The far-right are here!" a young doctor or rocket scientist roared in my face, his life jacket still soaking wet with sea water. I turned towards where he was pointing and my blood ran cold. My Grandma was stood there with her friends Dot and Edith, chanting "off our streets" and other vile far-right rhetoric. She wasn't even wearing an N95, let alone the hazmat suit I bought her for Christmas. As the peaceful mob of counter-protesters descended on them and the sounds of their screams were drowned out by the joyful cries of "Allahu Akbar!", I couldn't help but worry about her possibly catching COVID. Even then, knowing the evil in her heart, I was still concerned about her health and safety. I guess I'm just a better person than she was.

None of the far-right actually turned up on Wednesday as they were scared off by our counter-protest like the absolute cowards they are, but they have somehow managed to give me COVID anyway. I have spent the last few hours quivering in sheer terror, and have yet to emerge from my bedsheet cocoon. My nose is runny and I have a tickle at the back of my throat. I don't know whether to wait for my symptoms to get even worse or just call for an ambulance now. I've updated my will so that all my Funko Pops are bequeathed to my favourite OnlyFans e-thot, and my entire measly life savings will go straight to Hope Not Hate.

Needless to say testing positive has taken the wind right out of my sails. I was flying high after we demolished the fascists by virtue of them not showing up to an event they probably didn't even plan to begin with, and I even intended on going to further counter-protests this weekend (there's rumours all over Facebook that the far-right are staging a pogrom in my neighbour Steve's back garden; now I'm going to miss the delicious, anti-fascist, halal BBQ he has planned). I'm absolutely gutted.

Y'all are probably wondering how I got COVID if the far-right didn't even show up on Wednesday. I'm as baffled as you are. Those who attended the counter-protest were the kind of folx who you can just tell are vaccinated just by looking at xem, or diverse and vibrant migrants from the local four star hotel, in which case vaccination status does not matter and it would be racist of me to even assume they were the cause of my illness. No, somehow the far-right must have infiltrated our ranks and infected me like the disease spreading plague-rats they are. Clearly our counter-protests aren't enough to completely deter these bigoted bio-terrorists anymore; I suggest an immediate two-week lockdown to flatten the fasc.

Let’s put all the controversy, cross-contamination risks, and other collateral damages of masks and mask mandates aside and consider one thing: the effectiveness of masks in protecting the wearer and those around them from respiratory illnesses. To do this, I have a thought experiment that uses a hypothetical alternate universe.

In that universe, every mask is perfectly fitted throughout every human’s life. They’re born wearing one, wear one 24/7, and die wearing one. No matter how their face changes and grows, the mask immediately and automatically changes and grows with them, meaning its perfect fit is never altered. They never need to be swapped because the whole thing magically remains brand new and uncontaminated at all times.

Humans don’t eat and drink and are born with innate, perfect, and unfaltering PPE training. The mask is always part of them and they feel no discomfort and know no other life. There is no politicisation of masking. Humans never touch and contaminate them. Their health, airways, and overall breathing patterns are unaffected by their lifelong mask.

Everything else about this universe, its events, and its timeline is the same as what we’ve experienced for as long as humans have been humans. How effective do you think masks would be at preventing the spread and contraction of infections that are linked to SARS-CoV-2? And what type of mask do you think would be best and why?

And this subreddit is a breath of fresh air (I mean, after all we are the ones who believe in breathing fresh air and not our own co2). Someone posted about the Rona going around and of course showed off their positive test with pride in one of my local subreddits. And all the comments. So many covidiots and all the down votes for those with common sense. So I'm glad I found this subreddit. You all have common sense and I do thank you. God bless.

Continued story of “My mother recently disowned me”

Hi! Looking for another perspective on something I have been going though. LONG STORY:

TLDR: mom not showing up in my pregnancy.

Last year in October my mother asked me if I would test for Covid before she came to my house with my sibling, even though neither my husband or myself were sick. I told her no and if she didn’t feel comfortable so we could wait till another day to hang out. I asked the next month if I could see my younger sibling, she said no. She continued to say I could not see him for months. This hurt my feelings because I want to see my sibling but if she is that anxious about catching Covid that is her decision. Nevermind the fact that this sibling attends school full time and I mentioned that they do not test for Covid at school so what is the difference? This is about when she stopped talking to me.

Fast forward to December, I found out I was pregnant. She wasn’t really communicating with me at this point despite me trying to work out a middle ground with her. I kept attempting to reach out and brought my family Christmas gifts and left them at the door. That day there was a sign that said, if you knock on our door please be wearing a mask and if you are a delivery person wear a mask before ringing the doorbell. Now, at this point I was quite worried about their mental health. No one in my life is this worried about Covid still so it was strange to me that they all of a sudden were so worried about getting sick. After all they are all vaccinated as many times as they can and wear their masks when they want to. No one is immune compromised or elderly either.

I told her through the mail I was pregnant because we were not in contact and I didn’t want her to find out through a family member and potentially cause more strife. She called me that day and one of the first things she said was “I never said I didn’t want to talk to you” when I have an actual text from her saying she thinks it would be better if we stopped talking. She sent this text when I brought up the fact my sibling goes to school without knowing if others have covid and don’t test or wear masks.

She asked me out to see her at a coffee shop and showed up not wearing a mask or asking me to Covid test. So I assumed this was all over and everything would go back to normal and maybe they just were scared for a bit. We talked and everything was fine. We met again around her birthday. And then I had her over to my house to watch our dog while we went on a trip out of state (memorial). She wore a mask into my house. That was the last time I saw her. I invited her to my baby shower and she didn’t even show up. This hurt my feeling a lot and this whole pregnancy she has been causing me so much stress.

So my personal opinion on the situation is I wanted my mom around to bring me food every once in a while. I wanted her to be there for me when I was feeling down because of hormones. I thought she would stop by every couple weeks to have coffee with me and bring me things that brought her comfort while being pregnant or even just sitting with me. But even when we met up she only talked about herself and her pregnancy. I am very disappointed in her for not coming to my baby shower. I guess I just didn’t realize when I lived with her how uninterested in my life and who I am she is. But after I moved out at 20 I guess there were signs.

My husband and I have worked really hard to get where we are. We bought a house a couple of years ago and are very well adjusted people. We have never caused drama with them or tried to start an argument. This was the first boundary I have ever set with her. I’m 23 and going through my first pregnancy without my mom was hard. (I’m due the 23rd) It has brought to light many things she did while raising me that I see now were traumatic for my emotional state.

I guess I just want an outside perspective.

Thanks.

Ah, The Party of Science™ has done it again! In their latest masterstroke of political theatre, they've selected none other than Tim Walz as the vice-presidential candidate. Yes, that’s right, the very same Tim Walz who has valiantly defended The Settled Science™ with his tireless efforts to ensure that every citizen is both vaccinated and emotionally fulfilled by the promise of gender reassignment surgeries for minors. Truly, a beacon of scientific enlightenment!

And who could have orchestrated such a genius move if not the one and only Kamala Harris, or as she is now affectionately known, Momala? Oh, Momala, the paragon of democratic process, who ascended to the Democratic Party's presidential nomination by skillfully sidestepping all those pesky caucuses, primaries, and conventions. It’s almost poetic. How better to defend Our Democracy© than by demonstrating a pioneering new approach to democracy—by skipping it altogether?

The latest salvo in this epic saga of political brilliance comes in the form of Tim Walz, Minnesota’s erstwhile Governor, who has taken science to new heights. You see, Walz is not just any advocate of The Settled Science™; he is a crusader against the totally real trans-genocide, ensuring that the future of the trans community is preserved through the miraculous means of puberty-free adolescence. In his unyielding commitment to #SavingLives, he has also championed the right of women to wield life-saving healthcare as a method of birth control—truly, a progressive marvel of modern science.

And let us not forget Walz’s heroic efforts during the pandemic. The man saved trillions of grandmas, an achievement so monumental that it nearly defies the bounds of credibility. His Not-Real™ vaccine mandates, which required state employees to get jabbed or face creative punishment such as losing their livelihoods, were nothing short of revolutionary. And what could be more charming than a vaccination incentive programme that included free scholarships, fishing licences and holidays for those who had Pfaith? It’s as if Walz has single-handedly reinvented both public health and public relations!

This dazzling choice was evidently a no-brainer, as Scientific American recently clarified: Kamala Harris, whose mother was a cancer researcher who tragically succumbed to breast cancer, is perfectly aligned with The Party of Science™’s pro-science ethos. Naturally, her selection of Tim Walz—who has defended every branch of The Settled Science™ with the fervour of a zealot—is a clear affirmation of this noble scientific tradition.

So let us raise a toast to Momala and her scientifically unparalleled VP pick. Here’s to a future where democracy is bypassed, science is sacrosanct, and political strategy is as flawless as it is fabulously ironic.

We walked in to see if they were still enforcing it. They didn’t actually ask us our status, but they had another sign and a container of surgical masks on a table. Good thing we didn’t buy anything there. It was a game store in Wisconsin btw.

Hello everyone,

I'm reaching out with a somewhat unusual request. I am interested in uncovering and preserving evidence of the dystopian time which we had to go through. I'd appreciate it if you can share your collection of photographs, documents, or other forms of proof that capture moments or elements from this forgotten dystopic era.

Pictures of cops denying entery to shops or cafes, threats to unvaccinated people who will be treated like second-class citizens, etc.

With your help, we can prevent the Orwellian erasure of history they will be trying in the future.

Thank you very much for your time!

I haven't finished the book, but I'm on page 410, so 37 pages left, and then a 7-page Author's Note, which I fully intend to read. I doubt my thoughts are going to change when I finish this book, but I'll mention it here if they do.

Yes, Covid is mentioned pretty much all the time in the book and the book is obsessed with it. It didn't really bother me after a while. The Turner Diaries is a book for white supremacists, written by a white supremacist, with a white supremacist terrorist as the protagonist. But you could still read it even if you're not a white supremacist as it will give you a look inside that mentality. This book is the same. Stephen King is a Covidian or at least he was in 2021 (not sure where he stands now), and Holly is as well. I'm hardly the most fervent supporter of mandates and lockdowns, but after a while I looked at this book as just another look inside the mindset of someone who took or still "takes Covid seriously." Holly is an extremely neurotic character in general, so the whole Covid thing after a while just seemed like just another manifestation of her obsessive-compulsive disorder. She even points out at one point that she's a heavy smoker and doesn't lead the healthiest lifestyle yet still latches onto the masks and the elbow-bump. It did get kind of ridiculous though, when other characters said it was okay to be unmasked around each other as long as both were vaccinated. Like, the vaccine either works or doesn't, right, so if it works, you have nothing to worry about, and if it doesn't, then why should it matter if the other person is vaccinated, right? I'm sure King still got a massive hard-on for all the Covid talk and felt like a great person in any case, given his stances on these types of issues.

I think the bigger problem is that I'm not sure if Stephen King knows how mystery novels are supposed to work. I haven't read the original Finders Keepers trilogy; I was introduced to Holly Gibney in The Outsider, which is a book I somewhat recall, and then read her in a novella in a collection. The only thing I remember about the novella was that it was written in 2019 but set late in 2020 but Covid didn't exist. But yeah, in this book, Holly is trying to find out what happened to a young woman who recently went missing, and finds out along the way that it might be connected to other people who have gone missing in 2012, 2015, and 2018. The problem is that by page 100, you'll probably know exactly what happened to all of these people, how it happened, and why. Yet for the next 250 pages, the book meticulously goes into Holly's investigation into the case, all the people she interviews, her speculations, when we as the reader already know because the book pretty much told us. It gets pretty ridiculous.

It's still better than Fairy Tale, which I read last year, but yeah, the days of The Shining, The Stand, and It are unfortunately long past.