October 12, 2021
“I walked by a recently reopened gym the other day. People were running on treadmills with masks on. I stopped and stared in the window. I guess it never occurred to any of them that they could run freely outside without wearing a mask. But that’s L.A“
by Mike Stone
It’s official. Starting November 4, I and many others living in Los Angeles will not be able to enter a restaurant, bar, concert hall, movie theater, salon, barber shop, or a whole lot of other places. Like modern-day lepers, we are to be shunned, ostracized, cut off from life.
I don’t go to bars, concerts or movies, so that part doesn’t bother me. I hope they all go broke.
However, I do like eating in restaurants from time to time. I like getting books at the library. And I need an occasional haircut. I guess I can put a bowl over my head and cut around it with a pair of scissors.
Of all the stupid and retarded cities in the world, I live in the stupidest and most retarded. Almost two years into this charade and 95% of the people here are still wearing masks. Alone. In their cars with the windows rolled up.
I walked by a recently reopened gym the other day. People were running on treadmills with masks on. I stopped and stared in the window. I guess it never occurred to any of them that they could run freely outside without wearing a mask. But that’s L.A.
At least half-a-dozen friends of mine have been threatened with losing their jobs if they don’t take the jab by next month. Another half-a-dozen caved to pressure and took it. One woman told me she couldn’t walk for three days after her first shot.
On every city street there are Help Wanted signs on the windows. I wonder how many of those positions are open, because the boss fired someone for not taking the jab.
I notice a strange phenomenon: on most every street I see cars parked on the curb with a lone driver behind the wheel. They’re not leaving or arriving, they’re just sitting there. Car after car.
Today I passed five cars in a row with a lone person sitting behind the wheel. Some play with their phones, others stare out the windshield. I see this dozens and dozens of times a day. A friend tells me they’re probably living in their cars.
Where there aren’t cars, there are tents and cardboard shelters on the sidewalk.
Last week, I passed an actual treehouse that a guy had built. He was living up there, like a modern-day Tarzan.
Three times in the last month, a homeless girl has approached me and offered sex for money. One threw her arms around me and wailed, “Papa, take me home with you!”
Just three days ago, a very cute girl in her early 20s made me a similar offer. With her, I was actually tempted.
That happens just walking down the street. This city is loaded with homeless people. The dimwits on the city council claim their new rule that ostracizes the unvaxxed is for public health, but they don’t give a damn about the homeless. L.A. is the homeless capital of the world.
Children over the age of 12 are now required to take the jab here in order to attend school. That will soon be dropping to age 6.
Are any of these kids going to be alive to graduate? What the heck is going on?
I’ve pretty much stopped trying to educate people. When I do, all I get back is a fluoride stare. A prophet is not without honor except in his own home.
I have friends, some that I’ve known for a long time, that I just can’t relate to anymore. They refuse to face reality. Instead, they blather on about life “returning to normal.”
Family members are the same way. I have nothing to say to any of them. How do you talk about last night’s game, or the weather, or going to Disneyland when the entire world is collapsing?
I turn on the television and I see packed stadiums watching a football game–50,000, 60,000 people. A guy scores a touchdown and the crowd screams and shouts. Some of them high-five each other, like they’re the ones responsible for the touchdown. Are they all insane?
Growing up, I never fit in anywhere. Life as an adult isn’t much different. The difference was back then I wanted to fit in.
Now I look around me and think, who wants any part of this?
Mike Stone is the author of “Reversing the Side Effects of the COVID-19 Vaccine: How to Heal Yourself from Adverse Reactions to the Trump Vaccine and Protect Yourself from Shedding,”available here. And “COVID-19 and the Mark of the Beast: What Every Christian Needs to Know About the Trump Vaccine”https://amzn.to/
3DA8shu He is also the author of Based, a young adult novel about race, dating and growing up in America, and A New America, the first novel of the Alt-Right, a dark comedy set on Election Day 2016 in Los Angeles – – Available on Amazon.