By: Gabriela Yareliz
I woke up from a nightmare, this morning. It reminded me of what it felt like when the COVID vaccine mandates ended in NYC.
I haven’t said much about Anthony Fauci pleading the fifth a million times, but I have been paying attention. I wonder who else has been paying attention.
These hearings and testimony give PTSD, but it is important not to look away. We are all haunted by images of those floor stickers placed six feet apart that say “Stand Here”, that still remain on many surfaces and sidewalks in NYC and the stupid “Vax Champ” merch, now exclusively worn by homeless people. Vaccine mandate certificates hang on windows, bleached by the sun like relics of a not too distant past.
Because of this man, power hungry politicians who teamed up and many who simply fell in line and blindly obeyed and believed, chaos disrupted many lives. Jobs lost, educations halted, time with loved ones lost and lives lost. People had to move to be able to work and be a part of society, if they decided not to obey.
Evie Magazine brought a throwback:
“A newly released January 2021 text message from Dr. Anthony Fauci shows that he was questioning whether the second dose of the Covid-19 vaccine could be associated with miscarriage during the first trimester of pregnancy. That same year, Evie scrutinized the data on COVID vaccines and miscarriage while public health officials assured pregnant women the shots were safe.”
I remember this article on Twitter. After reading the study myself, I reposted the concerns, and my account was flagged or frozen— I don’t remember, but there was censorship. Ironically, many of us were censored for saying objective truth.
It was a strange time, where trusted doctors fell in line to not lose their licenses. I stopped following the work of certain doctors because I didn’t feel their conclusions were honest or correct. (I won’t mention names here, but I was deeply disappointed given their research on endometriosis and other women’s health issues). They were wrong (and there was data out at that time to prove they were wrong). They pushed narratives out of fear and self-interest.
People who normally questioned things seemed to suddenly not question anything. People blindly believed or fell in line due to the threat of some sort of loss— yes, that is called coercion. Andy Frisella remembers the notices he got from the government threatening a $700,000 fine per employee for his business for being noncompliant. He told them to f*** off.
The polarization around the COVID vaccine destroyed relationships. People were demonized for exercising bodily autonomy. It was such an absurd time. I wasn’t even allowed to go to church. I took my chances and survived the “winter of death.” Segregation became the norm, and people wished death on others. Remember the camps in Australia? All for a vaccine that didn’t stop transmission and caused a whole host of health issues.
Then, came the aftermath of the vaccine mandates. I can say with a straight face that the unit where I worked suddenly became disabled. Reasonable accommodations exploded. Cancer numbers grew, heart attacks started happening in young people— many things changed. There were almost no weeks where I wasn’t covering for someone. Outside of those in my personal sphere, we had streaks of young athletes just dropping dead on fields. People still arrogantly say all of that was in our heads. There is such a refusal to accept any kind of evidence that is seen with your own eyes.
Some places, like Florida, were smart. They kept living life as usual. They were demonized for it.
This time changed me, angered me and really solidified certain convictions. I was clear on what was not up for compromise. I was angry that I was not allowed in the hospital when my father-in-law was ill. I reflected publicly on leadership. I couldn’t go into restaurants because I had no papers to show. I attended prayer vigils for those in litigation fighting for their freedom and livelihoods. God preserved my own job in a time of mass firings and hiring freezes. I lost friends.
What is sad is that we are here. There is no accountability, just a pardon by a president (victim of elder abuse— you cannot convince me otherwise), who had zero capacity. Just a “doctor” with blood on his hands pleading the fifth, able to return home to his stacks of magazine covers and profiles on himself. He’ll return to his pension and the funds he gathered off the backs of tax-paying citizens. People are so distracted that there is no true outrage except from those who were outraged all along.
I guess what did we expect? We don’t even hold accountable those who exploit children and those who commit sexual abuse. We have criminals running loose all over major cities. What accountability? There is none. Society has bought this no-accountability package, and it likes it. Stupidity, wanton disregard and malicious willful ignorance is rewarded. It votes for no accountability over and over again. Look at LA. Look at NYC. I say this over and over again, but this all happened because people did nothing. The majority went along with it, and left a defiant minority. God bless, Rand Paul.
What is left is a path to have it happen again and again. But also left is a whole group of people who are wide awake and not backing down.
You can’t beat someone willing to lose it all.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 