Author: Mark Tokarski

Just a man who likes to read, argue, and occasionally be surprised.

Fallout from the fake virus: Empowering dweebs and twirps

Someone somewhere wrote that most state governors are limited in their ability to declare emergencies and issue directives. Said directives are limited to 30 days and subject to ratification by the legislature. So stated this source.

PolisI went to the Colorado Code Annotated, the section on emergencies and the duties and powers of the governor. They are sweeping and unfettered. Nowhere is the legislature mentioned. The source I cite above was wrong, at least about Colorado. Jared Polis, who strikes me as the kind of dweeb who has to beg his wife to have sex with him, has virtually unlimited power, and of course, no one is standing up to him. Someone should demand that he prove the existence of the virus, which has not been done, or back down.

I also went to the Montana Code Annotated and found similar language. However, the language for that state was not as clear to me as that of Colorado, and I don’t live there anyway. We just visited there, and the atmosphere is oppressive with clerks refusing to sell merchandise to anyone without masks. The governor has empowered these little twirps behind cash registers, and man do they like bossing people around. It’s not unusual to see the arm-on-hip, body language saying “I am the boss of you.”**

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A Bill Gates Wet Dream

I spoke to a friend this afternoon, or at least a long-time acquaintance. It was a long conversation, and late in Sharon told me that her brother was in a coma. I asked how old, and she said 69, that he had tested positive for Covid-19, and had been put on a respirator. I did not ask if he had been intubated. I assume so. He’ll die soon.

It has been bugging me since. Sharon is not exactly up to speed on the disease, but what I suspect is happening is that her brother is being murdered. She did not talk about any other symptoms or problems that he has, only that he “tested positive.” Because medical personnel are as clueless as the rest of the population, they are scared out of their minds about the virus, and so do intubation, respirator and coma matter-of-fact, routinely disposing of seniors.

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Something better …

This blog is not monetized. I don’t care about making money. I do that in my private life, and that supports this. Costs are modest.

I do not seek followers. They are here because of what we write. The numbers, sometimes impressive, are a mystery. What do you think? What do you read? Do we matter or do we merely flow in and out of your email? I don’t know. When you come here, we get a “hit.” What does that mean? Did you read? Think? If you see a long paragraph or long piece, do your eyes avoid it? Do you move on?

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Guest Post: Fancy Yourself Free

For Lorenzo

H.Lorenzo Malowane. Publisher/G.M. The New Agora. www.newagora.ca

We are, all of us, living in a dream, and although we get plenty of direction, good and ill, it is all, every bit of it by our own making. We create the day to day of our lives, all of it, most choose to follow what they’ve been told forever, never realizing they have the power to choose again. Not fight the dream, or circumstances they dislike or hate, but to make a new one.

Trick: let go of the old, the good, bad, ugly, comfortable and not. If you’re happy where and how you are, by all means, stay and live the ride, but if you’re not….happy, too afraid, nervous, stressed, not living to what you know could be your best, and you feel like something must be done, well it’s true, something must be done, and, alas, it must be done by you.

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It’s turtles all the way down

I offer the above video because it contains some of the most powerful language in favor of representative government and against “fascism” (which Costner later invokes in the courtroom setting), in cinematic history. It is a level 101 course in the depths of deception that our leaders are capable of.

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Is it just me?

I am a regular person in most ways, not prone to depression. This does not mean that I do not suffer it, but rather that I do so as part of normal mood cycles. It is not natural to be on a constant high. Things can get us down. The key is this: Depression is the brain’s way of telling us “Please. Make changes.” But I am powerless in that regard. The outside world has crept into my brain.

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Killers of the Flower Moon

I just finished reading a book, recommended to me by friends and my wife, called Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI by journalist David Grann.  I thought it might be a nice break from Cononahoax.

The book is set in the early 20th century in Oklahoma on allotted lands owned by the Osage Tribe (they purchased the lands, so technically it is not a “reservation”).  It is apparently (I’ve never been to Oklahoma but imagine it like the West Texas backdrop in No Country for Old Men) some of the most godforsaken land in North America. It has one redeeming feature – oil was discovered underneath at that time. Lots of it. The Osage became some of the richest people in the country.

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It’s springtime for Hitler in Germany

Face masks are symbolic,  nothing more. Each one should have printed on it the words “I submit.” Public officials are becoming more strident. They are now touting false positive PCR tests as evidence of “asymptomatic carriers” of a disease never proven to exist apart from normal cold and flu season, caused by a virus that has never been isolated.

Here is a real exchange – we were at the Mammoth Hot Springs hotel to use the rest rooms. My wife, grandson and I walked past the sign requiring face masks inside, they to the johns, me to stand about. A woman approached me. Keep in mind that the hotel is closed, the building empty.

“Sir, you have to wear a face mask.”

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Cooke City, Montana: Threatened by the fake virus

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Cooke City, Montana: I am sitting here in the Super 8, perhaps the only new building constructed in this small gateway to Yellowstone in the past fifty years.  It brings the illusion of modernity.  It is probably a franchise. It is however, just like every other business in this town, undercapitalized. It doesn’t take much scratching to see under the surface.

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Sorry, Ms. Potter

Our camping vacation was cancelled by some nameless masked freak hidden away in some office somewhere in the beltway, or Geneva or Seattle. Once we learned we had nowhere to go, I approached the ranger near the Park entrance at Silvergate, Montana. He saw me coming, and left his booth. Before he got close to me, the pussy put on his mask! “We were told Pebble Creek Campground was open now, and it is closed. When will it open?” He shrugged. “Why is it closed?” He shrugged again and made some reference to to, you know, this stuff going on around us.

We have resources and will simply do other stuff while here.  We are not hurting. So don’t shed a tear that we drove eleven hours based on the offerings of the Park Service website, and then had the rug pulled. The bastards don’t give a shit. In this world where everyone fears a case of the sniffles, common courtesy takes a back seat.

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