Have You Any Wool?
Black sheep, black sheep... you know it's not easy to shear black sheep. You have to wait for them to shear themselves. But as infants we learned that they were well-disposed, reliable and generous with their wool. They had wool for the master and the dame, and did not forget the little boy down the lane. The black wool was to comfort rich, poor, old and young alike... and was delivered conveniently sheared and bagged. All it needed was to be scoured, carded, gilled, combed, spun, weaved and knit to become a sturdy winter headdress. Yes sir, yes sir. Keep your noggin warm it will.
But in 2023 the master is jabbed, the dame wears a mask at home and the little boy has climate anxiety and only wears polyester. They learned nothing from the plandemic, and are thus condemned to repeat it. Never mind the slew of new research which indicates that the lockdowns, masks and jabs did more harm than good by a wide margin. Not only do they not know such research exists, they don't even realize there are questions to be had about the whole thing in the first place. In their heads, the narrative is solid enough to maintain the bliss.
These people are now being targeted by the sequel to the plandemic, working title Convid Reloaded: Just when you thought it was safe to breathe. These are the ones who turned into a frenzied mass of zealots during the first plandemic. They miss the power to make others bow to their fears. More convid is what their doctor ordered. If it can also be used to mess with elections, freeze the war in Ukraine and usher in the CBDCs, well, whatever it takes to save the world.
For the black sheep, honestly, it's all a bit of a drag. Many knew the plandemic was scheduled to return sooner or later, but the fact that it even can is just depressing. The only three bags full that black sheep have for such a state of affairs are not of wool but of droppings, which may be what's for dinner if this madness is allowed to continue.
At the heart of this madness are not the new odor psychos -who are insanely evil but know quite well what they're doing- but the compliance of their mind-control victims. It is compliance that make totalitarianism possible, not the handful of control freaks in power. C'mon man! Some can't even control their own bowel movements.
In this plandemic sequel, things are going to play out different than the first time. The novelty factor is zero and Normieville has plenty of other worries. Plus, a certain percentage of believers have been red-pilled and will not comply anew. It may not be a large number, but there are opinion influencers among them.
All said, there will be more pushback from wider swathes of the population, with hard data to support their arguments. The dissent will of course become politicized and harder for mainstream to spin. Unless the odor has something so scary that rational thought is short-circuited again -which knowing the odor can never be discounted- it's going to take more than dancing nurses to sell this enchilada.
Times like these, black sheep keep their wool. Winter is coming, one can feel the chill in the air already. When the wind begins to howl, the black sheep will be ready to weather the storm once again. Come Spring, we'll see what's left standing. Until then...
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Oh, yes, indeed, one coat full.
Some for my head bone, some for my frame,
And some for my toesies to keep warm in the rain.
Dispatch out.