I was over at a friend’s house a couple days ago, and and we were mutually venting our frustrations about current circumstances. In a moment of passionate exclamation I blurted out how I really felt about . . . something. Suddenly, I looked down and saw my iPhone sitting on her kitchen counter. I immediately leaned my face down toward the phone and said, “Uhhh . . . Siri . . . what I meant to say, was . . .”

It seems we’ve reached that point where the slightest misstep in speech can get us cancelled, fired from our jobs, de-platformed from social media, or doxxed. Who’s listening? Siri? Alexa? My Samsung TV? Zuckerberg’s bots? As a result, when will the mob gather at my front door?

Sitting in a local beer garden with my kids earlier this week, I mentioned how weird it felt to now be watching and measuring our every word, lest something be misconstrued or disagreed with by ears at another table. I told them that it reminded me of touring in the Soviet Union, 39 years ago, always mindful that in our hotel rooms someone really was always listening. I told them how we’d jokingly walk up to every lamp or plastic flower arrangement, lean over and say, “Testing. Testing. Mic check. 1-2-3.” 

 It was funny. A tension breaker. But it was real. Since the fall of the Soviet Empire, many of those very Intourist hotels in which we stayed have since preserved those KGB listening rooms as little museums. In many of the USSR’s former satellite republics — Estonia, Lithuania, Latvia — you can get a tour of those rooms, still outfitted with the arcane spy gear, just as they were. An important reminder of their darker, oppressive days under totalitarian rule and the resultant burden of having to be careful of every word spoken. 

In the summer of 1981, at a northern Finnish border crossing into Russia, we strategically laid out in our tour bus copies of Vogue and Cosmo magazines. They were innocent diversions from the more serious, hidden contraband we were taking into the country. Fashion magazines of that type were illegal in the Soviet Union. Today, in the United States, it’s Elmer Fudd, Cops, (both the TV series and the job), Gone With the Wind, Paw Patrol, and Huckleberry Finn now being Stalinized 

I work for myself — 90% of the time from my own home — so I’m not subjected to the new politically-correct corporate environments in which many of you toil. But, I hear the stories.  

As we continued spilling forth our vexations over current events, my friend was telling me about the oppressive climate at her own place of work, where every word with a client or co-worker must now be carefully thought out, so as not to stray from the ever-changing acceptable narrative. How it’s better to just keep to one’s self, and even avoid social media, because that too is being monitored by bosses. I have very close friends who follow this Page, but they do not so much as even Like a post out of fear of potential reprisal from their employers. Instead, they private message me or send me their own comments by way of text. It’s no longer enough to tow the PC line while at work. What one says even in their private life — on their own time — can be grounds for dismissal.  

Everyday we’re reading of writers, bloggers, podcasters, and even mainstream media pundits who are being de-platformed or demonetized from Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube — not because of a violation of the Community Standards on any one of those platforms, but because of something they said elsewhere.  School teachers are being fired for unapproved speech on their Facebook pages, a college professor being run off campus for something his wife Tweeted, and even students being suspended or expelled for photos of themselves with AirSoft or paintball guns on their Instagram accounts. 

It’s not enough to be scrutinized for words written or said 10, 20, or 30 years ago . . . now, an entire race of people are expected to apologize and kneel to another race for actions taken by long-dead ancestors — to whom most of us us are not even remotely related. Meanwhile, a new reparations bill is being fast-tracked through Congress. Effectively, a financial obligation placed on one group of people for sins they’ve never committed, and a reward to another group, for centuries-old wrongs to which they were never personally subjected. 

Our nation’s history is being destroyed, deleted, and rewritten before our very eyes. The patently absurd notion of Joe Camel being regulated out of existence has now given way to the voluntary, fearful retreat of a toothpaste manufacturer from using the word “whitening” in their product descriptions. An actual color, (or shade), is now offensive. Not for having been itself involved in wrongdoing of any kind. (Exactly how could it?) But, just for its very existence in the light spectrum.   

I’ve no idea what the products or process of whitening our teeth will ultimately be called, but how long will it be before the very effort to do so will also be condemned as a “racist” endeavor?

George Orwell should finally be properly installed as a major prophet. He wrote in Nineteen Eighty-Four of the Newspeak word, “blackwhite”: 

“Like so many Newspeak words, this word has two mutually contradictory meanings. Applied to an opponent, it means the habit of impudently claiming that black is white, in contradiction of the plain facts. Applied to a Party member, it means a loyal willingness to say that black is white when Party discipline demands this. But it means also the ability to BELIEVE that black is white, and more, to KNOW that black is white, and to forget that one has ever believed the contrary. This demands a continuous alteration of the past, made possible by the system of thought which really embraces all the rest, and which is known in Newspeak as DOUBLETHINK.” 

“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.” 

“War Is Peace,” because we must have a common enemy by which the ruling authority keeps us distracted from their own oppressions upon the people.  “Freedom Is Slavery,” because individualism, inalienable rights, and independence riles against a collective will that deigns to protect us from all danger and lack. “Ignorance Is Strength,” because when the people do not have access to truth, authoritarians retain their power. 

Even “Black Lives Matter” is doublethink. If it were true, that organization would be seeking remedy against the thousands of black lives gunned down each year by other blacks, instead of striving to burn down every aspect of our society because of the nine unarmed black men killed by police in the last year.  (Yes . . . only nine.) 

None of this is progress. This is not social justice. This is not America.  

This is something insidious, and it’s been on the drawing board of America-hating, revolutionary Marxists for a long time. COVID-19 is real, but not worthy of the authoritarian attacks against our economy, livelihoods, and way of life. George Floyd’s death was an unnecessary, callous disregard of life, but not by any means a justification for the rampage, destruction, and murders that followed. What they are, is chum in the water for the neo-Marxist sharks who’ve been circling, hunting, nibbling away, waiting for their opportunity to engage in an all-out feeding frenzy. Everything we’re now seeing is the result of that fresh blood in the water. 

Nothing feels safe. Nothing IS safe. Not our history, our institutions, our properties, our livelihoods, our language, nor our way of life. 

Yesterday, during my daily self-flagellation of listening to NPR, I heard an “expert” from the CDC make the statement that “it will likely be years, if ever,” before we are able to return to normalcy.  

“If ever?”  

That’s just great. I’m already over three months out of work. Because of new lockdown extensions, my shows that had been rescheduled for this coming fall are now either postponing yet again, or cancelling altogether. Additionally, I’ve written millions of words on the internet over the last 30 years . . . going all the way back to the days of Prodigy, Compuserve, AOL, and MySpace. I’m certain many a word or theme can be dredged up that conflicts with today’s acceptable narratives. As they say, “The internet never forgets.” How long before even this endeavor is cancelled or de-platformed, just as my real job as been cancelled into the foreseeable future? 

Today, I sat down and paid my bills. Unless something breaks loose — indeed, unless sanity and freedom returns — that won’t be able to happen for much longer. Should I now also be careful of every word I say, and mindful of who’s listening in the next room? 

Nah. That’s not going to happen.  

I’m going to fight. I’m going to stand. I will not bend the knee. I will not cover my mouth. I will not wear any mask of servitude. 

#CommieVirus2020 #WakeUpAmerica #iWillNotComply #UnMaskTheAgenda

 

 

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