Traveling by Air During the Pandemic
What it is Like to Fly Commercially During the "Pandemic"
By Steffen Rowe
I recently flew from New York City to Reno, Nevada. This was just following the re-opening of flights after the total lock-down imposed during the "pandemic". As I arrived at the airport, I noticed signs announcing masks were required to enter planes. Airport security personnel seemingly were shaming those who dropped their masks to catch a breath, while paranoid mothers hovered over little children ensuring they were safely distanced from potential contagions.
As I moved through the graveyard of closed businesses lining the airport passageway, the lack of options combined with frightened stares created a scene straight out of a post-apocalyptic film. Adding to the dystopia were simultaneous television announcers broadcasting the latest rhetoric against the President, spinning mild comments into those that seemed hateful, racist, misogynistic, and tyrannical. I started to think, do any of these news stations care about what is really going on? How myself and the hundreds of others in the airport are "living" through the fear porn they are regurgitating constantly about COVID19. Clearly their narrative is effective as most of the people scurrying through the airport looked paranoid, scared and sad.
I did not wear a mask, I will not wear a mask. Instead, I carry The Executive Order issued by President Trump in my pocket just
in case there was an incident with airline or security personnel. I have repeated the "speech" many times over the last several months so many times I could say it in my sleep, "I am medically sensitive and can not wear a mask." For the record, no one has to disclose why they are medically sensitive and even the act of asking violates a persons HIPAA rights.
"We are all medically sensitive to reduced oxygen levels and also to breathing in the recycled bacteria that our bodies are trying to expel."
I was allowed to board and as I stepped onto the plane the flight attendant immediately offered me a mask. No, mine had not fallen off and I was not grateful to comply with her offer. Astonished at my reaction, she informed me that according to the governing airline guidelines she would have to report the incident to the appropriate authorities.
As I sat in silence on the flight "maskless" avoiding the hateful stares from fellow passengers and flight attendants, I started thinking about the CDC's recent statements about removing children from homes where "government tracers" discovered a parent had been exposed to COVID-19 (New York Governor Cuomo launched the tracing program in the first month after the virus was identified). It has now been several months since COVID-19 began and it feels like the world has succumbed to control by a totalitarian government.
As the plane took off my anger subsided and I started to binge watch a series called The Handmaid's Tale on Netflix. A
limited number of shows were offered, picking up at the beginning of Season 2. There was a brief and explosive recap from the previous season that began with the handmaids in their dramatic red dresses being volubly informed of the sins of one of their colleagues.
The character barking at the enslaved breeders reminded me of Ann Ramsey's character or Mama Fratelli from the Goonies, pretending to be nurturing while abusively chastising her dimwitted sons. The handmaids encircled a cowering woman as the headmistress instructed she was to be stoned to death, a practice described in the Bible for violations of the 10 Commandments. In what was obviously meant to be a heroic victory, one handmaid held the rock in front of her, then the rock dropped in slow motion as she looked at her stout enforcer and said, "I'm sorry Miss Lidia". Following her presumably brave act each handmaid dropped their stone, saying the same. Shaking in disbelief, Miss Lidia watched as the handmaids retrieved their bags and walked back to their dorm, white snow falling over the wall of red dresses as the slaves took control. As the recap resolved, leaving me proud of the woman who stood together against their oppressor, desperate screams and yelling soldiers introduced the next episode. A gaggle of women wearing masks
not unlike the ones we are being forced to wear today, were being herded down the dark, enclosed entrance of an abandoned Fenway Park. As they emerged onto the baseball field illuminated by stadium lights, mercenaries pushed and pulled, yelling, kicking and hitting the women onto the hangman's platform that loomed over home plate. Each woman was placed on the stage with her head in a noose and as the sound silenced you could still feel the women crying, trying to make peace with God or begging for their lives. As Miss Lidia's gruff voice ordered the soldiers to pull the switch I watched, expecting the death struggle as gasping women were hung. Instead there was a loud bang, and the platform dropped two inches only. The women remained alive as the torture continued through two more episodes.
I considered the show's message in relation to today as I looked around the plane. I have spoken to various Hospital Executives, Nurses and Doctors whom all state they are being forced to assign COVID19 to most all deaths occurring in their facility, listened to the media consistently reporting various numbers derived from some strange mathematical equation no one can figure out, and squirmed as I learned of the impossible 100% positive test results from laboratories. None of this making any sense, and I feel like those women from the series. Proof continues to come to light daily about COVID19 being nothing more than a media narrative supported by a "panel of experts", yet we are enslaved by it. Every day we are reminded of the consequences if we resist the regime that is imposing tyrannical rule.
I am home now and they are launching the next pandemic campaign claiming the second wave will be worse than the first. Restaurants desperately trying to survive place tables on the sidewalk and provide carryout while no one seems to think even with inflated numbers and falsified death totals, the virus has not increased the general mortality rate.
"Fear is a shackle that binds us to a false idea, with the rote repetition of this erroneous information possessing the ability to lead us into another holocaust. This is the world we are living in, as it was for those who came before us. The opportunity to change the world is in the hands of the people."
I still won't wear a mask and establishments that try to make me do so do not get my business. Before the hype around the second wave begins, I suggest we demand evidence of the virus and of its impact on human life. We must require proof that the virus is as dangerous as they say and must not allow the surrender of our rights. The modern shackles of our time are lies, fear and apathy. As for me, I refuse to wear a mask. Today various States in America have announced fines up to $1000 for not wearing a mask in public, and further fines for the business owners who allow patrons to enter without one. We, the people must understand;
"Freedom is a state of mind over matter. If we do not mind (them), they do not matter."