A Voice in the Wilderness

I don’t buy into conspiracy theories. I can’t. It’s too exhausting. That’s why I gave up on politics. It’s a crazy level of insanity that I don’t want in my life.

I’ve been ignoring the news and avoiding as much as possible the conspiracy theories – including as much stuff from “Q,”  “The Cabal,” POTUS or “Deep Government” as possible. Instead, I’ve been concentrating on gardening, cooking, homesteading, and building my skills for self-care. I’ve learned about polymer clay, and how to crochet new patterns. If my hands would work, I’d be crocheting instead of learning new things. I’m reading the library books I took out before the lockdown, even if I don’t like them very much. (One book is very good.)

But my simple avoidance techniques went awry. Even my most trusted sources are now buying into these conspiracies and I have to let them all go.

It’s so frustrating. This virus is a virus. One can only build immunity to the version one gets. A virus by definition evolves and mutates every generation. It will retain some characteristics of the original parent for up to 7 generations and then we give it a new name.

A flow chart of how misinformation spreads.

I’ll “buy into” the isolation for up to 5 weeks. After that, give me the virus and let me leave this planet if that’s what needs to happen. I’m over it. If I get it, I get it.

I think it’s on the money supply that everyone handles, and that’s how it’s passing around everywhere so fast. Stop using cash. Use your debit card as much as possible. If you really need cash, use gloves to handle it and isolate it from everything else until you can wash it with soap and water. YES! Wash your money!

Add 5G wifi transmissions to the virus, and it can turn deadly. Turn off the 5G transmissions in your router settings! It’s that simple! We all have that capability. FIX IT!

But the rest of this is just insane! I’m calling “ENOUGH” to this crap! STFU! Rumors are not going to help anyone or anything. Stop spreading them. If you don’t know firsthand about something, don’t pass the rumors around.

This is like that game of telephone when we were in kindergarten. A backyard picnic turns into a full-blown circus in 20 kids!

 

ENOUGH!