A Spurious Power-Grab

Hypocritical Game of Thrones


Doug Wilson
Blog&Mablog


Discredited Authority

The [recent] lock downs were draconian and severe as they affected ordinary people, and their small businesses, and we were solemnly assured by our public health officials that large gatherings were absolutely hazardous to the public weal. But then, presto!, as the Black Lives Matter protests erupted, public health officials fell all over themselves to subordinate what they had been saying about public health to their politics. Not only so, but some of these lock down maestros even marched in big parades in violation of their own rules.

Okay, then. Can we play? This seems like a simple enough game. All I have to do is subordinate what they are saying about public health to our politics. Well, it turns out that this was pretty easy, and comparatively painless.

As The Federalist notes, the turning point was June 4. At that time, it was made manifest to all careful observers, not to mention more than a few casual observers, that the lock downs and restrictions were political. They were simply a form of partisan crowd control. This realization extends to the masking mandates, which are being driven by the same political agenda. This whole thing was high hypocrisy. It was hypocrisy on stilts. Consequently, our conclusion ought to be no more lock downs, no more restrictions, no more masks. The people dictating these things to us are not sincere. They are not telling us the truth.

Unsettled Science

Let us have a little back and forth here. Is it all right for kids to pee in the city pool so long as they have their bathing suits on? Do you keep mosquitoes out of your yard with a chain link fence? Do fishermen use nets with one inch squares in order to bring in a haul of amoebae?

To which the comeback is that “of course we know that the masks won’t stop a solitary virus.” But, they continue, a mask will stop an aerosol sneeze, the elements of which would otherwise be sprayed all over the room. And if someone walks through that cloud, or touches a surface that the spray has settled on, then that’s a problem.

To which my reply is that a bunch of these jury-rigged masks won’t stop that kind of thing, point one, and point two, if it does, where are all these stymied germs collecting? Right. In the face mask. And so what training regimen has the American public been put through on this, so that they know how often to change their masks, when to throw them away, how often to wash them, how to determine the masks rating, and how not to touch them in the course of the day, and so forth?

So here is the layman’s test I promised earlier.

The Herd, The Borg and Crowd Madness

The New Religion of The West

Akos Balogh
The Gospel Coalition Australia

‘There are 2 gunman at the university – tell your friends on campus’.  The text arrives from a friend, who knows I’m often on campus. But I can’t believe it: surely this is spam?  So I ring my friend to confirm. Yes, the text is legit: A collegue of his has a contact at the university.There really are gunmen at Southern Cross University in Lismore.

I well up with anxiety. My head starts racing. Is this really happening? A gunman, on the campus where I’ve spent the last decade of my life? This only happens overseas (or at least, in major cities) – but never in laid-back Lismore. It feels surreal.

Thankfully, I decided to work from home. But I text some student friends who study at the uni. They’re also off campus, and are OK.  I look online, and see that Southern Cross university really is in lock-down. Police have cordoned it off. And they’re bringing in the heavy firepower from the Tactical Response Group (SWAT) to help out. This is serious. And I could have been caught up in it all.

My kid’s primary school tells me I have to go pickup my son – he can’t ride home (his school is close to the uni). I meet him at school, with other anxious parents. I hug my son, thanking God it wasn’t his primary school that was targeted.

He tells me there are bad guys at the university. Yes, I say: but the police are taking care of the situation. And we’ll be safe. (Interestingly, my son isn’t scared. If anything, he’s a little excited by it all. I’ve probably got former Navy SEAL turned children’s author Jocko Willinck to thank for that).

But we’re all in the dark. Nobody knows what’s going on. The most we know is that there are gunmen walking around on campus.

It’s scary stuff.

Thankfully, by the end of the day it turns out there were no gunmen walking around. The whole situation was sparked by a threatening phone call to a local police station. (It must have been very threatening to launch such a massive police operation).

But there was no active shooter walking around at the university. It was all a rumour.