The Covid era made me change my views on pretty much everything

To quote Jessica Hockett, “I began looking into the hospital data and now I find myself questioning whether man landed on the moon.”

My first Damascus moment occurred around 2009, after watching a documentary called The Great Global Warming Swindle (2007).

Before that, I didn’t really question anything.

After that, I began wondering about the whole global warming thing and whether driving my petrol car was not making Earth great again. I spent a few years looking into it, discovering some great websites along the way, including that of Tony Heller who, years later, I had the great pleasure of having on my podcast. His work was instrumental in my journey to letting go of the climate change hysteria.

It took a few more years before I began questioning other things.

Around 2016, while my wife and I were living in a small and beautiful coastal town for a year, I realised it was okay to be White and to appreciate my own ethnicity and culture without guilt over what my ancestors did—or didn’t do.

By this stage, I had let go of the official 9/11 story and was no longer sure about the moon landing.

I might have had a few questions about the Titanic and JFK’s assassination. Oh, and perhaps Darwinian evolution.

Enter 2020

Dude.

2020.

That was it for me.

Game over.

Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

By the end of 2020, I was questioning not only whether SARS-CoV-2 and COVID-19 were real, but also the existence of viruses in general, whether any vaccines work, whether there was a Rwandan genocide, the whole Holocaust thing, whether Jesus was a Jew (and if Jews are really the “chosen people”), whether atomic bombs were really dropped on Japan and, in fact, whether nuclear weapons even exist, whether Earth is flat, whether women should work, whether Michelle Obama is a man, whether Justin Trudeau is a man, whether The Beatles wrote their own music, whether Shakespeare wrote any of his plays, whether the world is controlled by a few bloodlines, whether China is what we’re told it is (ha!), whether ancient civilisations were really primitive, whether the pyramids were built with advanced technology, whether history is cyclical... I can go on and on and on.

I question everything now

And I think it’s a terrible thing.

After all, ignorance is bliss.

There is no bliss in seeing everything as theatre. But it’s not like I can unsee any of it. And I do find myself quietly judging those around me, secretly rating them on a scale of one to “you insufferable sheep”.

My anger levels are through the roof because I’m surrounded by brain-dead zombies who put more effort into researching the latest iPhone than the vaccine with which they inject into their child’s arm.

Ignorance is indeed bliss.

Sometimes, I’d rather be ignorant. Sometimes, I’d like to wake up and see the world as it should be. Sometimes, I’d like to listen to Lady Gaga and not wonder if she was born that way or whether she has a Judas between her legs.

Nevetheless, it is what it is.

There are some good consequences of questioning everything, I suppose. For example, my son isn’t vaccinated. As in, no vaccines for anything. He didn’t even get vitamin K when he was born. (Oh, vitamin K is another thing I began questioning.)

Another example is that neither my wife nor I got a PCR test or a Covid jab during the Covid era. We had resigned ourselves to the possibility that we’d never leave our country again, since we didn’t legitimise the system by getting a fake vaccine passport.

Then again, maybe ignorance isn’t bliss.

Not having myocarditis is bliss.