Fear Stalks the Woods

Red deer in Richmond Park, London.
Richmond Park, London… Central Park, eat your heart out!

London has many wonderful parks; some so large they are home to herds of cattle and deer! The parks in my ‘hood were royal hunting grounds in medieval London and are still surprisingly woodsy. For many years, I’ve used them for occasional long walks but, during lockdown, I’ve made them my daily haunts. 

English medieval hunting tapestry.
My ‘hood in days of olde.

“Haunts” is the perfect word because, as the lockdown continues and my boredom and anxiety deepen, I am not so much walking as haunting the same well-trodden paths day after day. And, I encounter familiar masked faces doing the same. We are so many woodland ghosts sharing glances of grim determination and forced friendliness as we carefully pass each other. Actually, I let them carefully pass me. I plow ahead as in normal times – refusing to make flamboyant gestures of “giving way” or to take drastic action to avoid breaking the two-meter social-distancing rule.

Plague doctor with scythe.
I shudder as my fellow citizens scurry into thick brambles
to avoid coming anywhere near me.
The Grim Reaper over a skeleton.
I shudder as parents grab their children out of the path of the approaching leper. 
Plague doctor with beaked mask.
I shudder as women grab their dogs into their arms
lest the animal approach the gloveless scofflaw.
Illustration: The Masque of the Red Death
I shudder as masked and gloved couples hide behind a tree
until the crazy, maskless man passes.
Clayton Moore as The Land Ranger.
Who was that maskless man?

It’s the terror in their eyes that makes me shudder and makes me furious. They are my enemies – members of the 84% of the British public that want this insane lockdown to continue.

George Carlin quote on stupid people in groups.

Of course, there are many in that number easily dismissed as low I.Q. slugs quite happy to lay about with the state bracing them up. (Uh… better make that the taxpayer doing the bracing-up.) And, hey, there might be some otherwise intelligent folk in the 84% who are enjoying the forced curtailment of their liberty. (Maybe they hated going into the office. Or, love playing with their kids.)

Joseph Sobran quote on democracy.

But, I can see in the eyes of my fellow woodland ghosts that they are just gutless wonders who fear. Fear the state. Fear their neighbors. Fear the future. Fear death. Fear life.  

Movie frame from The Ministry of Fear

They are the obedient wage slaves, consumers and pawns coveted by technocratic dictators who plot our dystopian future on their desktops and slide rules.  

It’s the timid couples I pass in the woods who make me angriest. I imagine their hushed, fervent pillow-talk plans to clap even louder next Thursday night for the NHS and start a collection for the rapeugees who land daily on Britain’s beaches from the Calais jungle. Invariably, these couples are not only masked but masked to the max. No cheap paper masks or basic medical face coverings for them. No. They wear space-age contraptions with multiple fail-safe straps and vents. In the middle of the woods!

Vintage deep sea diver in bell hood.
My neighbors gone A-Maying,

I guess they missed the memo that no two “experts” can agree if masks are even worthwhile. And, the “experts” to whom they grovel have admitted that they invented the two-meter rule with no scientific backing. And, those same “experts” say that Covid-19 droplets don’t travel or live in air for as long as they had claimed. And, the virus doesn’t survive on surfaces for as long as they had warned either. 

Remember all those medical horror-hype stories of Covid-19 droplets traveling 22 feet and living longer than Methuselah? Well, you can forget that. Oh, this just in, now the “experts” say that you don’t have to wipe down your groceries after all.  

Dr. Ted - Head of the WHO
I’m tellin’ ya, the virus was this big, No foolin.

In 1961, the late, great baseball manager Casey Stengel was fired by the mighty New York Yankees and immediately hired by the lowly New York Mets. One day he looked down the Mets dugout bench and asked, “Can’t anyone here play this game?” 

I’d like to ask that of all the “experts” who have clogged the airwaves and newspaper columns for months – all those fusty-musty eggheads carefully cultivating their images and soundbites as they salivate over a book deal and regular pundit spot on MSNBC. 

Doctor wearing light reflector.
Hey, who owns the media, anyway? Would they have a stake in promoting and prolonging the panic-demic? Just a thought.

But, I’m glad to say that some genuine scientists are asking (as I have) whether the astonishingly wrong predictions made by the “experts” could have been by accident. And, if the mistakes were deliberate, what is their agenda?  

Cartoon man scratching head with question marks.

Maybe they felt that to get the attention of a dumbed-down population (Dumbed-down by them) they had to push the worst-case scenario. 

Maybe they felt that to get the attention of polyglot, multi-racial countries (Made so by them) they had to push the worst-case scenario. 

Maybe, however disastrous the result of their strategy, they had our best interests at heart. (What was that about good intentions?) 

But, how ’bout this?

Maybe this pandemic:  

  • born in a wet market or not
  • created and released from a lab or not
  • on purpose or not
  • a bio-attack on China and Iran that backfired or not

is now being manipulated by the technocratic elites to their own ends. 

Cartoon of shocked dog

It’s anyone’s guess what their end game is but when Warren “Billionaire” Buffett drops his airline stocks, this “anyone” suspects that restrictions on international travel will be one outcome.

And, as the UK starts testing its new Covid-19 tracking App, restrictions on domestic travel will be another outcome.   

Chew on this… if you refuse to comply with the tracking App you could be denied travel, health care, pension, education, housing and every other aspect of life controlled by the “benevolent” state. Last time I checked, Big Brother can give with one hand…

Welp… this is one ghost who plans to resist all technocratic incursions into his life. But, I’ll betcha my woodland friends comply in a heartbeat. And, I expect a knock on the door after one of those not-so friendly ghosts drops a dime on my ass.

Peter Lorre in M by Fritz Lange.

So, the next time you visit the woods in my ‘hood don’t be surprised if you find me hanging around. 

Lynched Black man.

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