A Zoom neighborhood, at rush hour

We have reached the one year anniversary of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve.    Which, let’s be honest, has been a nationwide exercise in poor people delivering pleasures to the wealthy and privileged. Indefinitely.

A year of “journalists” berating the little people on behalf of billionaires and government workers and the professional classes.

A year of dhimmitude and mask theater and gaslighting.

A year of Karen screaming at people going about their business, outdoors, bothering no one.

Having surrendered sovereignty to unaccountable and hypocritical actors, how does one bloom in the new Post-Constitutional America™?

I think about this when I encounter trees growing in confined spaces.  Some species do better than others. They reach deeper into the soil. They break the concrete around them. Consider this liberty in action. Reach deeper. Don’t ask permission.

The alternative looks like this.

Be anti-fragile.  Bloom from the weephole in the scorching concrete.  Don’t ask permission.  Stop submitting.  Don’t be a prisoner.  Reach for the light. Take your mask off.

Like this guy.

6 thoughts on “Prisoners”

  1. Much to contemplate on the one-year anniversary of flattening the curve.

    I live about one hour south of Washington DC and it’s impossible not to see the glaring parallel reality of the government worker class and everyone else. The real estate market in the region is reaching bubble proportions as the privileged leave the confines of their apartments in the city and inhale every available single family dwelling at “above asking” secure in the knowledge that remote working is now permanent.

    Meanwhile I have just returned from a short trip to the Free State of Florida where mask wearing is pretty much a thing of the past. So habituated have we become to the mask mandate that it was hard to shake the feeling of cheating and that some random Karen will scream obscenities for daring to enter a restaurant or supermarket without the compliance shield installed on one’s face. Only Starbucks did not allow seating indoors. I can’t wait to go back.

    1. I don’t think anyone within an hour of the Capitol has to worry about a real estate “bubble”. Government spending is with us forever and its only getting bigger. Btw, is it Richmond?

      1. Fredericksburg. There are still of lot of people living here who do not earn Government salary and benefits who are getting priced out the housing market and could end up as “poor people delivering pleasures to the wealthy and privileged. Indefinitely.”

        1. Imagine saying that out loud to the 2021 graduation class. Would one be booed or cheered for honesty?

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