Warsaw In My Thoughts

 

Warsaw 1930's   *www.vintag.es

It would be impossible for me to ever truly understand or feel what my relatives experienced in Nazi-run Warsaw. It was not a good end for most of them. The few that did make it out of Poland left around 1920. And although they well knew what happened to the rest of the family, it was something that was never discussed while I was growing up. Were my grandfather or great-aunt and great-uncle alive today, I would ask many questions about those years and the ones we lost. But those who knew Warsaw are long gone and I am truly grateful that they, and my mother, do not have to see what is happening to the world today. Segregating society using a false narrative, separating clean from unclean, should not happen more than once in a person’s lifetime.

For nearly two years there has been a well-orchestrated effort to control, separate, and conquer the peoples of the world. A campaign of fear for a non-deadly virus, foisted upon those who have forgotten history and ignore the facts, has worked. Moreover, the utmost has been done to silence and disparage the minds of reason who speak the truth. Scientism has won out over science.

We have now reached the point of total lockdowns for the unvaccinated in Germany and Austria, with mandatory vaccines to begin in the coming months. Australia currently has prison camps, and Canada is not far behind. Make no mistake, home detention and forced vaccinations are just around the corner for Americans.

Because I refuse to take the experimental gene-therapy jab, I am now excluded from nearly every activity in my community other than going to the grocery store. I am not allowed into restaurants, movie theaters, coffee shops, gyms, dental offices, pharmacies, any large event, indoors or out, religious gatherings, and more. I am excluded from finding gainful employment as all of the above require a CDC vaccine pass for employment.

I have no doubt that I will soon not be allowed to fly on an airplane or get on a train or bus. It may be more difficult to erect prison camps for the unvaxxed in the United States, but it is not beyond the realm of possibility.

However, unlike my family in Warsaw, no one knows that I am unclean. In a town where nearly 100% of the population aged twelve and above is vaxxed, (and 70% of those aged five to eleven), someone like me – a woman of a certain age, goes unnoticed. My invisible yellow star marking my status may not be apparent to those around me, but it is to me.

To live in a community where seemingly not one other person is concerned with the destruction of our civil liberties, and then happily goes along with the medical tyranny taking place, is soul crushing. To exist within a city that thinks you are evil, accuses you of wanting to kill others, of being selfish, and of being ignorant, is a tough road. To fight the good fight all on my own becomes more burdensome with each passing day.

However, I will never give in and fall prey to the madness. I will continue to fight with what I can, and those are my words. Even if that is all I have to offer, I have to believe it counts for something.

I do not feel the fear that my Warsaw relatives must have endured. But possibly I can understand how they must have felt watching their rights being stripped away while the world stood by and let it happen.

In the name of all those I lost, and the millions more, I will never surrender.    זצ"ל

 

 

          

Digging the Coffee House Scene No More

Cafe Trieste - photo from MessyNessyChic.com

I’m calling on all the cool cats and hip chicks of the Beat Generation to give us a hand. Those of you that hung out at the coffee houses in San Francisco and Berkeley, reciting poetry, sipping java, smoking cigs, playing guitars, and giving the finger to the man.

Caffe Trieste in the city, along with Caffe Med across the bay in Berkeley were among your favored hangouts. Caffe Med is now gone, but you still have Peet’s.

You flocked to the original Peet’s Coffee in Berkeley when it opened in 1965, just as beatniks had begun to morph into hippies. Different names, but with many shared values. Drop by any day and you’d find Mr. Peet talking coffee and brewing cups for a variety of question-the-government hipsters and university professors alike. Personal freedom figured high on your list of priorities in life.

So where are all of you now? Possibly gone from this world, but I would have thought that some of your ideology had been retained. Regrettably, I fear it has all been lost to sheer panic over a false medical emergency.

The other day I dropped by the original Peet’s on Walnut and Vine to pick up my beans. And this is what I found on the door:   

The citizens of Berkeley, the original Stand up to Government Overreach city, are now required to show papers to purchase coffee. And they obediently follow orders. It is only a matter of time before one will not be allowed into supermarkets. (To their credit, no one at Peet’s demanded my papers.)                                                   

This is what happened in apartheid South Africa and the Bay Area locals protested against it. Much later, they protested against the marginalization of those with HIV/AIDS. Yet now it is completely normal to ostracize people who refuse to fall in line with masks and vaxxes.

According to the Rules of Berkeley, the un-vaxxed are now second class citizens. As far as I can tell, the only venues that do not require a vax card are supermarkets and possibly libraries.

In a city with, according to public records, only 55 dead from the virus since the beginning, Vax or be damned is the mandate. Even the Vaxxed-Clean, aged two and above, are  still required to wear masks indoors, and most wear them when outside. 

The poets of the coffe houses are long gone, along with all common sense. They have all lost their way.