The 2020 Journal From Hell
My 2020 Sketch Journal Chronicles the Absolute Insanity of that Year
Lately, as 2020 recedes into the mists of time, many people on Twitter are mulling over the history of the Covidian Age. We are remembering the madness of shutting everything down, making people stand on dots, arresting people for walking in parks and beaches, forcing people to wear masks... what a crazy time that was!
A question future historians will likely ask is “when did people begin to question the Covidian narrative?”. That may not be easy since most people express their opinions on electronic media like Facebook and Twitter which heavily censored The COVID narrative disbelievers. In my case, I have the receipts on paper. I’ve been keeping a daily, illustrated journal since before the turn of the century.
Yesterday, I took a look at my journal for the year 2020. I was curious to explore my evolving attitude as they rolled out the madness. Like most people, I was thoroughly alarmed at the news from China and Italy about the scary virus. Here is a January 30th entry in the journal I made while on an Amtrak train trip to Los Angeles. While changing trains, in Chicago I did a sketch of a person wearing a mask... the first of many!
There isn’t another mention in my of the apocalyptic virus until mid-March when all hell broke loose (or so it seemed to me at the time). As you can see, I swallowed the propaganda hook, line and sinker:
Eventually, I came to my senses and started to question the narrative on March 19th:
The entry refers to a news report about U.S. senators suspected of insider trading after a COVID briefing. I remember thinking, “who after learning about a deadly plague, takes the time to call their stock broker?”.
The “two weeks to flatten the curve” dragged on into May. By this time, I was a total skeptic and thoroughly disgusted with all the pandemic propaganda. I began documenting how it was driving people crazy:
Then, to make matters worse, the George Floyd news flashed across the Internet and and demonstrations that followed...
... and the subsequent riots:
By June, many people had become completely bonkers. I sketched this gal outside Kroger’s:
There’s a lot more awful, crazy stuff in my journals from that moment on. Much of it is painful to read. My more recent journals are less angry and more hopeful. Let’s all work to make sure this insanity never, ever happens again!
There was never any 'insanity' or 'incompetence'. The transnational ruling class turned the proletariat into vectors of disease. People's fear of dying and of losing their jobs was the twisting of the arm. 'Covid' is RC code for the potential for proletariat uprising. There was no madness, it's class war.