The Extra Safe Casino

The birds on my Singing Bird Clock have just chirped for one in the morning.

I got back from making a run down to Caesar's casino, where, instead of just carding people who looked under thirty, the security people are checking vaccination cards and scanning phones that had some kind of application on them, linking people (through their smart phones, which seem to be the de-facto ID cards these days) to a government database of who has paid Big Pharma, and who hasn't. I had forgotten all about the viral hysteria; I don't go to bars or restaurants, and so, never thought about it. I'm sure the big grocery markets are unable to institute such a policy because of the certain mass revolt of people; who would show up in armed militias to get food for their families. F*** the asymptomatic Abominable Snowman, my kids are hungry!!"

I don't want this post to be all about The Snowman, but...

I looked at all the people in the casino, which only seemed to be about half full, and thought: so this is what the poor hapless ignorant lemmings look like. I saw these people in an original light. And the longer I stared, the more I started to pick up on tell tale signs that I might never have noticed before, but which now labelled them as being right out of George Orwell's "1984." They were the ones who believed that 2 plus 2 equals 5. They kind of did look ignorant and had dumb looks on their faces. Vaccines for polio and small pox and rubella actually prevented a person from getting those diseases. But this one doesn't do that; not at all. But they had all gotten it out of fear; and marched to the beat of a few elite globalists, who have their own ideas about how humanity should be run...

I couldn't stand to be around them; and of course I wasn't able to cash the chips in and buy beer; but I only saw that as being part of a greater, underlying force. I was bothered by the fact that I was inclined to drink a couple beers before going to the stadium to play; that was the thing I prized the most during the 1,387 days that I went without drinking; that I no longer "needed" a couple beers to get in the mood. And so, the Law of Attraction worked to insure that I wouldn't gulp down a couple and that tomorrow would be my third day without drinking and perhaps put me over the hump, in that regard.

I was aware that me making it as far as the sign posted to warn people that they needed to show some card before going any further, and then me just turning around and leaving, might have subjected me to a group of progressive liberals that might be amassed outside in order to club and stab "anti-vaxers" to death, similar to the fate that awaited the aristocrats that were leaving the courthouses, where they may only have been fined or otherwise found not guilty of being of a certain class (maybe their last name made them suspect but they were able to prove that they were Jacobin's or whatever). And, so I pulled out my little wallet and fumbled through my cards, and inspected one for a second, before shaking my head, and then leaving.

I didn't see any axes or knives or cudgels in the possession of the group of people on the steps in front of the place; but they could have had them concealed. Better safe than sorry, right vaxers?

But the urge to have a couple beers before playing had been replaced by "needing" a bowl of weed while tuning up to get in the mood to play, back during the 1,387 day stint. 

That had the side effect of me only playing for approximately 80 minutes every night; I almost knew what the time would be when I checked it at the point that I felt the desire to play wearing off; it would be 80 minutes after I had started; many times to the exact minute.

Then, once I started doing a shot of kratom each evening before going out; the weed was all but forgotten; it, in fact made me more prone to puke up the kratom after making me a bit dizzy. Then, I would have to find a large mouthed cup to puke it into in order to swallow it back down. It was a good thing I was always on an empty stomach when I went to the kratom bar; drinking only fruit juice during the day and then mixing the kratom in a Monster Zero drink. Nothing repulsive about drinking that back down...

So, I skipped playing outside the stadium altogether -even though that was leaving money on the table; and decided to go by the Lilly Pad. But, it was later than I thought; I guess I had spent more time time staring at the people in the casino, memorizing their idiosyncrasies, so as to be able to spot the mindless lemmings in the future. I watched them until I had taken an inventory of common features, ticks and mannerisms which would make it easier for me to discern them from people with common sense, in the future.

The quarterback from the home team was missing from the game because of Covid protocols. Largely as a result of that, the home team lost miserably and hurt their chances of making the playoffs; all because of a virus that is mutating so as to purposely become less lethal (humans are such good hosts, why kill them?) and more infectious.

I put on the noon news on one of the local stations and you would think that we were in the middle of a pandemic the likes of the Yellow Fever of 1819, or whenever that was. You would wonder when the trucks would come down your street that day with someone barking: "Bring out your dead!" so the bodies could be taken somewhere to be cremated.

So, now the virus has personally affected me, and angered me such that I will never get the experimental gene therapy shots, or whatever they really are. The more anyone tells me what to do, the more I resist. Full stop.

Especially idiots who went from calling Trump supporters "deplorable's" to imploring them to get "the thing." What's wrong with that picture, shouldn't they have wanted them all to die? And as far as the unvaxed spreading it to the grandparents of the vaxed; before those grandparents are both struck by lightning; I guess that's a chance you have to take when dealing with people who would have likely died the next time they got the regular flu (not the high-test one). Aren't the grandparents more likely to get it at the Christmas party from one of their triple vaxed grandchildren; who might have contracted it at a BLM protest?

I trust the scientists who haven't been bought off and who don't come on the free TV over the local stations; all of which are owned by the same 2 or 3 corporations. One has to manually type in the URL's to those scientist's websites. Google isn't going to show them in your search results. 

Unless your are in China. Then, you can't even access the URL. This blog has been "secretly banned" by the Chinese government, according to a message, written in Chinese that I got a couple months ago, and I imagine everything else that doesn't fit a certain "narrative" is likewise squelched...

Yeah, I'm a little angry over not having been able to cash the chips in at the casino; but not so much because I wanted to drink -during my trip along Bourbon Street, on the way to the Lilly Pad, I saw at least a dozen drinks that had been set atop trash receptacles outside the bars that don't allow outside drinks inside...

I could have gotten pretty smashed. Unless, of course I was afraid of catching something from drinking them; LOL! That's hilarious. But, I am happy and grateful that some higher power protected me from drinking tonight. I felt a conflict of values within myself that came from knowing why I was going there to cash the chips. I guess it serves me right that I had to see the hideous underbelly of this race we call human.

Ironically, I might have caught something from being around the casino, where everyone has to show proof of vaccination at the door. I wouldn't be surprised if the virus isn't energized by contact with the vaccinated, in such a way that makes it more infectious. Let that be a conspiracy theory for now, but check back here in a year when "there might be some evidence now, that..." (that is the case).

So, I feel feverish and am sneezing, after having gone to the extra safe casino. As Elon Musk would say: "The irony!"