When Covid began, I made fun of the Covid sheep — I said they’re like zombies, e.g., in their rush to empty store shelves of toilet paper.
But in the story of the Great Covid Debacle, those within the Covid mass hysteria were NOT the zombies.
No. The zombie was me. And if you were against lockdowns, shutdowns, masks, or coerced vaccination, then you too were a zombie.
What are zombies, after all? They’re disgusting. They’re infectious. They’re unclean. And they certainly don’t socially distance! Their existence is a threat to society itself. They respect none of the good or norms of society. You can scream at them and they won’t change their attitude. It’s ok to do whatever you want to a zombie. There are no ethical constraints. The only good zombie is a dead zombie, and the only way to kill a zombie is a head shot: to destroy its unclean thoughts. (Ok, maybe I’m stretching it too far now.)
The very notion of a zombie works on human minds because it taps into the instinctive idea of an unclean out group. The Jew. The upper class Chinese family. The Iranian woman without a head scarf. The unvaccinated.
The Covid Cult may have been the ones that suddenly transformed into irrational and dangerous Karens, but from their point of view, it is we lockdowners who transformed. We rejected their new notions of the good, and so went from good people to enemies of all that is virtuous.
We anti-lockdowners became zombies in their eyes. We could justifiably be censored, cancelled, banished from society, prevented from travel, fired from our jobs and denied medical care.
“A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, 'You are mad; you are not like us.”
― St. Antony the Great
We were banished beyond the wall and I like it over here...on the outside....great post.