Sounds like a good name for a movie, don’t it?

I had to go out for a routine blood draw this morning. Just a little check on the thyroid, in and out. Workers in any part of the “healthcare” system are more bought in to the current narrative than many others. They have to be. They’ll lose their jobs if they don’t conform.

So I was a little bit nervous this morning, knowing that I might be asked to don a mask, and I might have to have a conversation about why I won’t be doing that, and also why they have to serve me anyway. I’m on firm legal and moral ground. It shouldn’t be a big emotional deal for me, but what can I say? After more than a year of fake mask mandates, I’ve been well-conditioned to expect to have to defend myself every time I go out in public, even though, honestly, I rarely encounter push-back. I and others like me have explained our rights to others enough times that places of public accommodation have, for the most part, figured out that they don’t have any kind of enforcement power.

Mostly, people leave me alone. Some look like they’re on the verge of cussing me out, but they typically resort to snide comments uttered behind my back, just quietly enough that I can easily pretend I didn’t hear it. Some are very squirmy and obviously uncomfortable. Many smile and seem to be going out of their way to be extra kind, as if they really, really want me to feel comfortable. I wonder if that’s what it’s like to have some kind of visible handicap.

When I walk in, the person at the counter looks at my unashamedly naked respiratory holes and looks away quickly. I don’t actually see him push a button, but what am I to deduce from the fact that the music immediately fades, mid-song, and a friendly lady’s voice gives the now-familiar “mask up, wash up, and social distance” reminder that you hear whenever, I assume, the cashier pushes the “leper on premises” button.

When I check in by scanning my driver’s license, it offers to text me when I’m next so that I can wait more “comfortably” in my car. I didn’t bring my phone, so I decline. I leave home without my cell phone frequently because, for one thing, I don’t like the idea that every movement I make will be tracked. For another, it’s nice to know that no one can demand my attention for these few minutes. I can wander around a little bit and feel like I’m getting a little break. It does make me a little bit nervous knowing that I might miss a call or a text, but I spent my late teen years wandering pretty far from home with my friends without even access to a pay-phone if something should go wrong. It’s really not that big of a deal to be without my phone, so once I remind myself of that somehow forgotten fact, my nervousness about the disconnect subsides.

While I’m waiting for the phlebotomist to call my name, the loud-speaker once again nags me to put on my mask. I smile, realizing that this timid effort is the only thing that particular cashier will be willing do to, and turn to watch the screen in the waiting area. I’m a little more relaxed now, in spite of the too-bright florescent lights and the smell of alcohol. Unless the phlebotomist herself is a masKaren, I’m probably not going to have to explain myself much today. Since I genuinely like people, especially when they talk to me, I usually have a disarming enough smile that we’ll get along like old friends even if she was intending to say something. My cortisol levels are surely settling back down now.

The screen in front of me tells me how to check in, and displays the initials of all the people in line. I guess they’re all waiting in comfort in their cars, or I’d be conversing with them instead of staring at that screen. That would be pleasant. Pleasant things are no longer permitted. Then the screen starts to display video of a worker in scrubs, wiping down the phlebotomy chair with alcohol pads. Every face that flashes on the screen is masked.

Look at everything we’re doing to keep you safe from The Germ!

The chyron on the screen scrolls by with incessant “reporting” from who-knows-what-news service. Wars, intrigue, tornados, social strife, political scandals, but above all PESTILENCE. This country doesn’t have a vax yet, and that country has a new strain, and if you haven’t been vaccinated, hurry up and do it, but you’ll still be in grave danger all the time.

Because I read more than just headlines, I know that each and every item that scrolls by is either 100% bullshit, or about 85% true, but the 15% of the truth that they left out is mysteriously also the 15% that would inform you that it’s not actually as bad as all that. Most people would get stressed out reading that stuff because they think it is both true and relevant.

I? I get stressed out because I know that each item is either untrue or irrelevant, and I get very angry not only that I am being lied to, but that I have no way to help anyone else understand it. Cortisol rises again.

I get my venipuncture, and the lady who does it is, as predicted, a friendly and warm person who couldn’t care less if I’m wearing a mask, as long as I’m nice to her. And that, I’ve discovered, is what makes most people wear a mask. They’ll do anything, as long as people will be nice to them.

How many people that I see every day are walking around with masks on, knowing good-and-well that they don’t actually do anything useful against an aerosol-conducted virus? How many of them tamp down any qualms about why they’re being forced to wear masks because they don’t want the stressful encounters with fake authority when they dare to show their faces? How many of them know that nobody has any good reason, let alone a right, to force them to wear a mask or maintain six feet of distance from their fellow man? And how did we get to be so scared of having the tiniest bit of social friction that we will give up our right to and need for normal human interaction?

We are, as a society, so stressed out by everything around us–the harsh lights, the distracting screens, the inescapable smells, the incessant reminders from every television in sight that the world is a dumpster-fire, and you’re not doing your part to make it better if you haven’t yet gone vegan and sacrificed your immune system and offered it to the Covid-god via the “vaccine”–that we simply can’t defend ourselves against the lies anymore. We’re overloaded.

We’re traumatized. 

You’re sick. You’re dying. You’re broke and Biden isn’t sending any more checks. There’s a food shortage coming. Summer gas prices will be the worst since…well, since the last time there was a legitimately elected president in the White House, so around 2016 or something. You noticed that your creepy neighbor bears a striking resemblance to the latest mass-murderer. Could your grocery store be next? Better avoid crowds! So you order online next time instead of shopping for yourself. Don’t let that, “that” being whatever scary thing you just saw on the teevee, happen to you!

No sense in taking any unnecessary risks. After all, your adrenals are already chronically over-worked by all of the unnecessary precautions you’ve been taking.

It could happen to anybody, right? And it appears to be happening all the stinking time. Didn’t millions of people just watch it happen live?

Ah, if millions of people could only understand statistics.

Never mind that you haven’t bumped into a friend in Wal-mart, or even the park, in ages. That’s something that could happen to just anybody, too, if they just end up in the right place at the right time. Never mind that you’re huffing and puffing through your mask so hard that you can’t even converse with the people at church. Not about anything but masks, anyway. Never mind that you can’t get a facial imprint of a new person into your memory so that you can recognize them the next time you meet. Making friends has never been harder. These incessant physical and emotional detriments are self-imposed by our compliance with every niggling instruction coming from your supposedly elected politicians, who are simply following every niggling instruction handed down to them by…well, not you, anyway.

Your stress is so high at this moment, that you don’t have the emotional energy left to do what you know is right, and sensible. If you stop wearing the mask, stop blessing your hands with the holy sanitizer, stop refusing to shake hands or hug people, stop talking about “the news” so intently that there’s no time to talk about anything else with anybody else, what will be left? After this long, I suspect that, for many of us, there’s little else to talk about. It is our identity.

We let that happen.

I have twice put a mask over my face because I didn’t have the emotional energy to speak to anyone that day. I have avoided church services on many Sundays because it’s so hard to worship knowing that the people around me think I’m being disrespectful or careless with other people’s health.

I understand that there’s only so much stress one person can take, and the small stressor of a dehumanizing mask is far preferable to the large one of social shame. Given that covering the mouth and nose can suppress feelings of anxiety, I can see why people are so willing to put on this symbol of our collective dupability.

Are bad things really happening out there somewhere? Maybe even next door? Yes, but here’s what you need to understand: The people who are telling you about those bad things are both passively and actively making them happen. They are then using those occurrences to distract you from the things that you can do in your own life to break free of their programming.

It’s not easy to break free of the programming, even for me. I do nearly everything at home, where I can control who is allowed to speak to me. I don’t have CNN and Fox News to scare me to death all the time. My family and friends are almost all supportive and sensible, and add nothing but peace to my life. I rarely have to worry that someone I care about is going to shun me, even a little bit, for thinking for myself. I’ve been kicked off of Facebook, so I don’t even have the momentary stress of having to scroll past the “fact-checker” posts that flat-out call me a liar every time I contradict the narrative.

I’m not really affected mentally by the matrix, anymore, if you’ll excuse the over-used movie reference. My personal life is reality-based and independent enough that I can see what they’re doing to us. Yet I still shop, travel, go to the doctor, attend church, and all the other normal things. My husband still has to work, so we both have to venture out into the dystopian nightmare that American public life has become. So I see it. It wears on me, too. It’s a constant struggle to continue to see four fingers when the State wants me to see five.

Most people are immersed in the profoundly stressful propaganda for most of the useful hours of their day. I can see why they’re so hard to wake up.

You can’t escape hearing, the ears being a passive organ with no off-switch, what they want you to hear. You can escape feeling the way they want to you feel, and behaving the way they want you to behave. If you’re among the (I suspect) half of the population that do know you’re being lied to, you’ll regain your self-respect only when you stop acquiescing to that lie. Leave your mask off and embrace the small stressor of social non-conformity. You might find that your cortisol levels improve in every other area of your life, even as they go up when you go out in public.

And now, some other stuff:

Here’s something neat you can do on Facebook: gather information on good parents so you can harass them out of the public square. Shockingly, this is said to be under investigation by law enforcement. I’ll believe it when I see the indictments.

Once again, Myanmar is doing what we ought to be doing. I do hope and pray that we’re actually witnessing a dress rehearsal of what’s about to go down here.

Mike Lindell continues the pillow fight by counter-suing Dominion. He keeps telling them to turn themselves in, nothing can stop what’s coming. Everybody should have his can-do spirit.

Also, do watch Lindell’s interview with the physicist whose name, I’m sorry, escapes me, who can show you very clearly how the algorithm that stole the election worked. The media will try to make you forget, but you saw it stolen with your own eyes. It happened, and people are still fighting to reclaim what was stolen.

Patrick Bryne, who I still don’t fully trust, for some gut reason, but who has checked out in all my research on him thus far, has a lot of great information in this ebook, The Deep Rig. Lots of linkage in there, so you’ll want to read it on your laptop or tablet, not a kindle.

Former federal prosecutor wants every business in America to pledge allegiance to the results of the 2020 election. How nice. A self-compiled list of all the businesses I’ll want to boycott.

A couple of years old, but I didn’t know this. Nor do I have any reason at all to believe that I will ever need to know this. North Carolina law allows drivers to legally proceed through lines of “protestors” who are blocking traffic. No liability.

And that’s it! I’d do more, but I’m already an hour behind in my day, and I have a very large dog who needs a trim. He looks more like a throw rug than a dog at the moment. Happy, glorious Easter, y’all. Christ is risen!

Someone informed me the other day that the Johnson and Johnson vaccine (which she had received and naturally wanted to defend) wasn’t developed using fetal cells. In cases like this, I really do hate to say I told you so. Yes, the J&J vaccine was developed using fetal cells. Witness how the MSM tells you a fact, and then explains “what that means”. As if you shouldn’t be allowed to simply have the facts and conclude their meaning on your own anymore. That is not journalism. That is propaganda.

This is journalism. It’s a video, so it will take some time, but it’s totally worth it. The problem with real journalism is that it will lead you to the truth, and then you’ll think for yourself based on that. And then, as Hillary so famously put it, you’ll have them “all hanging from lampposts”.

More warnings about children and technology. I admit that my teens end up using technology more than makes me comfortable sometimes. One of them is learning to code, and another is very much into refurbishing old electronic devices. This does require a fair bit of research, and I know they encounter some things that I’d prefer they didn’t. They do leave their bedroom doors open when online, and I check on them frequently. There is absolutely no social media, though, and I don’t allow them to chat with strangers in games.

I’m currently reading The Secret Life of Fat. Pretty good, written to a layman’s level. I’m only about halfway through the book. It seems like it relies quite a bit on the conventional wisdom (with which I disagree) regarding calories and fat, but the information about hormones and genetics is super-useful.

This made a little tear–just a little one—form in the corner of my eye.

The Life of Death from Marsha Onderstijn on Vimeo.

It may be a long time before I can determine whether Pence deserves his new nickname, “Thirty” Pence. Perhaps he was a traitor, but a Trump advisor says that Pence isn’t being replaced on the Trump potential 2024 ticket. But then, I’m still in the camp that believes that something major is going to pop way before 2024, and I’m not remotely interested in elections when they are so clearly illegitimate.

I know you know it, but masks don’t work.

I don’t know anybody who thinks porn is a good thing, but do you know that it has been purposefully used to tear apart your formerly Christian society? The degeneracy you see around you, the impotence of your culture, the darkness that is descending upon us is, as those who believe Christ must surely know, not an accident. Repent!

Study finds that “hate speech” doesn’t actually translate to real-world crimes. Duh. Here’s the actual study.

Got a new friend or internet acquaintance you’d like to vet quickly? Send them here. If they can’t do it, keep them at arms length, or farther. I’m considering making it a requirement for commenting on this blog.

Discerning people already know that people who play the victim do it to attain power over those around them. Cry-bullying offers huge “evolutionary” advantages. It’s so silly to put it in evolutionary terms, but that’s the world you live in at the moment. Which reminds me of how I recently noticed that a number of the secular people I read or listen to are now saying things like “evolved or created, whichever way you want to think of it” when they talk about physiology. It’s a good sign of the tides turning back in the direction of God and Truth, in my opinion.

Are the nations different and distinguishable from one another? Of course they are. It’s not racist to notice. It’s just globalists who want to eliminate our beautiful tapestry of differences. The Navy Made Me into a Race Realist.

And finally, an action item for you. Get in touch with your lawmakers and demand that they assert and protect the rights of Americans to buy and sell while retaining their bodily autonomy. No vaccine passports in our country. Does it do any good to try? I don’t know, but it’s what we can do right now. Do it!

Your turn. Drop anything the comments that you’d like to share. Link your own stuff. Don’t be shy!

Whatever you do, don’t do normal.

Me (doing some breathing exercises): I’ll bet you wonder what I’m doing, huh?GAHusband: Nah. You’re always doing strange things like that. I’ve learned to ignore it.

The next time you go out in public, look closely at the people around you. If you’re anything like me, especially with all the masking nonsense, you have spent as little time around strangers as possible, but go spend some time paying attention to your neighbors’ faces.

Do these people look happy? Do they look well? Are they confident and relaxed? You can’t see their whole faces anymore (unless they’re non-maskers), but look at their eyes. Are they bright and focused? What percentage of those people look to have a healthy BMI? How many are using store-provided motorized chairs because they’re too fat to walk the whole store? How many have a healthy tone to their skin instead of an inflamed, puffy face, or that acne-pitted, greyish pallor that I’ve come to call vegan-pox?

Maybe it’s the region I live in, or the fact that I don’t frequent the same places the presumably healthier upper classes do, but the people I see are, for the most part, pretty unhealthy looking. Even the young ones are, at best, borderline overweight, except for the occasional rail-thin child who looks like she’s starving. I live in a college town, so you’d think I’d see a lot of fit young specimens, but even that demographic (barring the athletes) has weak posture, loads of extra fat, and a sour-puss countenance. I see the walking dead all around me! When I see someone who looks happy, hale, and hearty, I take notice, because it is becoming increasingly rare.

Normality is, in this degenerate age, a horrible place to allow yourself to live. So, yes, I do strange things all day long. As I’ve mentioned ad nauseum, I only eat meat. That is pretty strange, though it’s catching on. But there’s so much more to health, y’all. It gets very strange around here.

I tape my mouth shut. My three year old recently told her grandfather “Mommy puts tape over her mouth when she exercises.” He laughed, and thought she was just being silly until I told him that it’s true. Then he really laughed. He’s been trying to get me to shut my mouth since I was a wee lass. I often tape my mouth shut when I’m sleeping, too. Breathing through your nose is a big deal, so I’m trying to mend my mouth-breathing ways. If I had any sense at all, I’d tape it shut 24/7 so as to not only keep air from coming in that way, but to keep ill-advised words from coming out.

I brush my teeth with dirt. OK, it’s not just dirt. It’s bentonite clay and baking soda, plus some essential oils. I buy tooth powder from a local business makes non-toxic personal care products, but you could probably put together your own just as easily. Fluoride is a neurotoxin. I can’t find a commercial toothpaste that doesn’t have either flouride, or some sweetener that I prefer to avoid. Do a web search and you’ll find plenty of alternatives that are better for you.

I do breathing/breath-holding exercises. I recommend this for anybody who wants to be stronger generally, or who has anxiety or breathing problems.

I stop eating for days at a time. I fast regularly both as a spiritual discipline and for health reasons. I won’t say everybody should fast (people with eating disorders, for instance, could run into trouble here), but most of us can certainly benefit from it, both materially and spiritually. The leaner I get, though, the shorter these fasts have become.

I work out on a regular basis. “Come on, now!” you’re thinking. “That isn’t strange!” Isn’t it, though? Of your closest acquaintances, how many even make a habit of taking a brisk walk every day, let alone working up a sweat and intentionally making things sore? Yes, this is a strange thing to do, at least in my social circle. People try, or claim to, but it never seems to stick.

I take freezing cold showers. We have well-water, and we live at a high elevation, so this is a pretty extreme thing to do. The water gets really stinking cold here. Cold showers have a two-fold benefit. The first of these is that you have to conquer your love of comfort to put yourself into a near-freezing stream or tub of water. The second is that getting your shiver on is good for you. Exposure to cold helps turn your dormant white fat into energy-burning brown fat, so it can help achieve and maintain a healthy weight. I do it before bedtime, and I believe it helps me reach deep sleep quickly. It is also a quick way lower your blood glucose, should you need to do that. I wore a Nutrisense CGM for three months and consistently watched my sugar drop by 20-30 points every time I took a cold shower. I’m going to try to find a way to get colder water, like ice baths, come summer, but even a cool shower in the summer does a pretty good job.

I actively seek difficulty. I’m always looking for something hard to do–something at which I will likely experience failure. This might be the strangest thing of all. It seems counter-productive to embrace the possibility of failure, rather than success, doesn’t it? But I’ve found that I can’t grow at all if I’m not willing to bring myself to the point of abject failure in whatever I’m doing. Right now I’m taking piano lessons, for example. I feel like I’m failing at it just about every day, but as I fail, over and over, I become humble enough to get Self out of the way and learn. I fail UP. Hopefully, eventually, I’ll achieve some level of success. I’m never going to be a classical pianist, no matter how much my daydreaming self would like that to happen. But the fact that I can never be what I wish I was will not prevent me from becoming something better than I am currently.

I’m considering entering a race this year, as well. I am not going to win that race. At five feet tall, and 41 years old, I’m not going to find myself miraculously at the front of that pack. Not by a longshot. But I will beat my former self, who has never done such a thing, and I will do it in public, to add an interesting stressor that I’ve never experienced before.

Whether it’s taking up a new musical instrument far past an age where such things come easily, or starting a pie-in-the-sky business (I’ve got dreams there, too), or entering a competition of some kind, we should always be looking for the next thing that will kick our butts. We stagnate so easily, especially as we get older and start thinking of ourselves as settled, rather than growing. No matter how old you are, you should be getting unsettled frequently. “I might fail” should never be an excuse, but a goad to get you going.

So, yes. I am always doing strange things. As I told GAHusband not too long ago, I’m going from strength to strength, while everybody around me is getting weaker and weaker. It’s not because I am myself extraordinary, but because I’m willing to do extraordinary things in order to escape the gravitational pull of normalcy.

Weakness is normal. Be weird.

Gosh, I guess I forgot to do this for a couple of weeks. We’ve been doing the first-of-the-year homeschool grind. It’s tough to get my nose off the grindstone to mind my other businesses. The house, also, is a mess.

Some of the links will be a little bit older, but there will be plenty of them!

I hope I get a front-row seat to whatever God is about to do to the House of Representatives:

I always wanted to think Bill Barr was a white hat. I knew he didn’t act like one most of the time, but you just want a guy who plays the bagpipes to be a good guy. Well, he ain’t. He doesn’t play them very well, anyway.

I haven’t used it a whole lot yet, but this new search engine, Presearch, looks promising.

Local officials really ought to be doing things like this more often:
Newton County Will Arrest “Feds” That Violate 2nd Amendment

Texas official issues ‘peace’ warrants for Biden, Fauci ahead of president’s trip

The best thing you can do, short of running for office yourself (which is a good idea if you have even a tiny bit of that kind of courage), is contact your sheriff and ask him if he is a Constitutional Sheriff. Make sure you get that link to him. Print off the pages and tape them to his forehead. Send it as a singing telegram. Do whatever you have to do. This is a great movement. Climb aboard and save your county.

I’m not a “highly trained athlete”, merely a home-training and pretty fit woman, but this paper does explain why I’m not remotely worried about my “high” cholesterol. Naturally, I hang my hat on more than one study. That’s just the latest I’ve seen.

Doesn’t it just chafe your bottom that Trump never got his simple, back-of-a-postcard tax system? Because he should have, and here’s why he didn’t. Well, that, and government really enjoys stomping on us whatever ways they can.

Read this and share this with your teens, if you allow them to have any social interaction online at all. How Good Catholic Teens are Getting Groomed by Online Predators (Prods, too.)

Ten Fake News Tactics you need to be aware of. I’ve heard of Corey’s Digs on other people’s channels, but only recently really started following her. It was mistake not looking into her earlier. The gal is a gold-miner. You should check her out, both on her website, and on YouTube.

MA Climate Czar Says the Quiet Part Out Loud: We Must “Break Your Will” 

I’ve been preaching the ills of seed oils for a while. Here’s yet another horrifying effect they have in the body. Get the seed oils out of your life. Here’s a mayonnaise recipe to help with that. Look at that beautiful, thick white-people food:

As I heard someone else say the other day, I am a white-enthusiast. That is love for my own people (who are a subset of “white”, anyway), and a perfectly normal human instinct. We should all love our own people, starting with our families.

This is hate:

If you’re on board with the idea of eliminating sex trafficking (and who ain’t?), here’s a website that can train you to recognize the signs of what is probably going on around you all the time, but which you haven’t discerned. Be on watch.

And finally, I’d love it if you’d join me on MeWe for my blog group, or for my UNbroken health-focused group. I’m not sure the platform will remain unconverged, but for now, it’s a pretty good place for a group to chat, if we can only get more people there.

Happy Friday, everybody! Blogging may be light for a while. I have company coming, and homesteading to play at.

Drop any links you’d like to share in the comments.