The small town of Normieville has a single ambulance. Every time there's a medical emergency, the wail of its siren marks the occasion. It used to be a rare event. Not any more. The Dispatch calls it the Siren Song. It plays every day now, sometimes more than once. It's hard to miss the strident cry of 'wooooo – woe-be-you'. Others hear it too, but they're not listening. The frequencies they tune offer no mental placeholder for this bit of reality so it doesn't register.
Thanks. Still seething with the recent discovery of another “sudden death” in the family but unable to say a word out loud. I know what the reaction would be, nothing but scorn, pity or derision. This suppression of feelings cannot be healthy…
This is difficult. Before the Jab, normies had to protect grandma, grandad, and the unhealthy, because they were at risk. Now the grandchildren are at risk of an unknowing potential time bomb. We, the 20% have to be there for them with waiting compassion.
Most excellent! Going to print this out for the Normies I’m surrounded by.
Thanks. Still seething with the recent discovery of another “sudden death” in the family but unable to say a word out loud. I know what the reaction would be, nothing but scorn, pity or derision. This suppression of feelings cannot be healthy…
Subscribed. Great observation & writing.
This is difficult. Before the Jab, normies had to protect grandma, grandad, and the unhealthy, because they were at risk. Now the grandchildren are at risk of an unknowing potential time bomb. We, the 20% have to be there for them with waiting compassion.
That was an excellent commentary. So succinct and concise and nails the point! Thank you.