It all began, as most dystopian personal stories do these days, with the great Covid Con of early 2020. Having for many years anticipated that such a experiment in population-reduction would eventually be imposed upon the world by the inherently evil and anti-human oligarch class, it all came (sadly) as no great surprise to me.
If perchance you still believe that the concept of a tyrannical cabal of insane anti-human, globalist miscreants is purely a fabrication of wacko “conspiracy theorists“, you really need to get out more! Yes, they do exist — the evidence is overwhelming, and the old Georgia Guidestones chiseled their globalist agenda into stone long before someone did the world a solid after 40 years and blew the damn thing all to hell,
But I digress. I instinctively knew there was much more to the Covid story than the absurd gaslighting spoon-fed the world by governments, mainstream media, the WHO, the CDC, etc etc… along with virtually every insane duck that quacked, of which there are many.
My instinctive (and as it turned out, well-founded) skepticism about the virus and its ballyhooed remedy (AKA as “the death jab”) put me at considerable odds with virtually everyone I encountered on FakeBook and in so-called “real life”.
Couple this with the immediate destruction of 80% of my business (anything having to do with music) and within the course of a week I found myself with no meaningful sources of income, and zero desire to putz around online.
So I started an orchard, planting ten fruit
trees up on our Greenbriar Lake property.
As fear seemingly gripped the entire world in 2020 (except for the few who had somehow actually learned to think for themselves and do their own frigging research), my 7-year residency performing at Hobnob’s Wine-Down-Wednesday came to an abrupt end on March 11, 2020, and the following Friday was my final gig (with one ironic exception), sitting in with my friend Mark LaPointe at a well-known Brown County winery.
I watched curiously as the attending patrons sat around trying to figure out how to elegantly imbibe their wine while wearing masks, all the while twisting in their seats, furtively eyeing everyone walking through the door as a potential virus donor. After that night, I hung up the guitar in complete and utter disgust with the world, and didn’t touch it again for two years.
And why shouldn’t I have hung it up? All my future bookings were unceremoniously cancelled. Poof… so much for live performing. In addition, my music students all withdrew from lessons, studio production dates were cancelled, and instrument repairs (admittedly the smallest province within my musical empire) also dried up. I was left with my web design and hosting business, which fortunately has continued to operate through it all.
Some folks advised that if nothing else, I should just “play for myself”. Looking back, they were right, because now my fingers are slow and stiff, my callouses long gone, and I have to reteach myself how to play guitar, hopefully as well as I once did. This is one time when I must admit that I ignored the advice of well-meaning fans and friends to my own detriment. I regret that.
Meanwhile, many of my musician friends resorted to doing online concerts, promoting their PayPal links as they essentially busked in this “brave new world” forced upon them. As I had withdrawn completely from the biz, I’m in no position to say with any certainty whether or not this new mode of virtual performance proved at all lucrative for my friends, or even remotely worth the effort. But it kept everyone distracted, a little happier and out of worse trouble, I reckon, so that’s a good thing.
But even being as big a nerd as I was, my persistently bad attitude prevented me from participating in the webcasting trend. Instead, I took a job as an armed security officer for over two years, and continued to explore the rabbit hole, listening to hours of alt news podcasts and videos, searching for Truth. And I found a bunch of it… more to come.
Intro | 1 | To be continued in Part 2
