For the last couple of weeks I’ve been using the above graphic to illustrate my posts about the COVID “vaccine”. It’s a panel from a 1969 strip by R. Crumb from Zap Comix #3. An ancient memory of it from my hippie days popped into my head, so I tracked it down and scanned it. The strip it was taken from is called “Street Corner Daze”, a warning about the dangers of speed.
It will probably come in handy over the next few months as the push for “vaccine passports” gathers momentum.
Yesterday I received a phone call from the family practice group that serves as my primary health care provider. The young lady on the other end of the line said: “I wanted to let you know that the Moderna vaccine in. Your first dose has been scheduled for such-and-such a date; will that work for you, or do you need to reschedule?”
I wasn’t really surprised by the call, because I had read reports that this is the tack that health care providers are taking to push the experimental mRNA medical treatment they misidentify as a “vaccine”. They use a form of inertia selling to induce their patients to take the jab: We’ve set up an appointment for you; let us know if you need to change the date. That is, they don’t offer the option of not getting the shot.
I’m a geezer, but my mental faculties are fortunately still sharp enough that I can recognize when I’m being manipulated. I told her that I would not be getting the “vaccine”. She cheerfully thanked me, and said she would make a note of that fact in my chart.
I don’t know what happens under the same circumstances to people who are hard of hearing, or more confused, or entering the early stages of dementia — maybe not as bad as Joe Biden, but not always able to take in the full significance of what’s going on. I assume they just dutifully show up for their appointment and roll up their sleeve when prompted.
It made me think about who designed this vax-to-the-max sales approach and ordered their subordinates to implement it. “Follow the money” is always the best bet. The little clinic where my doctor works is owned by a larger regional outfit, but I don’t know whether that company is in turn subordinate to an even larger entity. Ultimately the Commonwealth of Virginia, the federal government, and the pharmaceutical companies are back there calling the shots, as it were, but the exact chain of command is unclear.
Well, anyway… The note’s in my chart. Now they know I’m a dissident.
My stance is very unusual among people in my social milieu, i.e. college-educated geezers, most of them retired government employees. Only one of my old friends has refused the vax (she also refuses to wear a mask — good for her).
I also don’t have a cell phone. Which makes me a complete oddball — no baby monitor, no social media, no jab. I’m just totally out of touch with the 21st century.