As the New Zealand Government withdraws vaccine passes and associated mandates well ahead of the June 1st “Sunset” review date, I should be elated. Yet I feel a deep unshakeable melancholy. Why?
The reason Ardern dropped the vaccination pass and employment mandates:
“The reason the draconian Jacinda Ardern has dropped the mandates is because of huge protests across the country on an unprecedented scale, and legal action that declared Mandates on Police and Defence staff illegal (successful High Court ruling) and impending court battles on teacher mandates and a Class Action lawsuit against the government on behalf of the people. With polls showing Ardern’s popularity plummeting, and borders opening to tourists who don’t have a NZ vax pass, the Labour government painted itself into a corner. Ardern found herself with no viable option but to start dropping mandates.”(Comment left on Dr. John Campbell’s YouTube channel by this author following Campbell’s comments on NZ’s “surpisingly draconian” mandates being prematurely and unexpectedly ditched)
If you doubt the veracity of my comment, here’s refresher of what was hanging over the government’s head:
“If you have lost your job, make plans now and prepare to return to work this coming week.
If your workplace will not reinstate your position this week, we will immediately undertake united class-action lawsuits against workplaces on a grand litigation scale never seen before in New Zealand. This is in addition to the High Court cases already underway for the likes of NZTSOS and more.”
Make no mistake; the protests and associated activism were stunningly effective. The battle is not over, but the dropping of vax passes way ahead of the June 1 “sunset” review date is a win. A major win.
But to use some analogy from fiction, this isn’t a Star Wars victory with fireworks and dancing in the streets, and it was never going to be. It is a Lord of the Rings victory. A victory that came at a cost for both the victor and the vanquished.
From Ardern there has been no dancing at the Podium of Truth this time around. Just a potted narrative of the past two years with a rather lacklustre attempt at self-congratulation. A defeated and haggard looking Prime Minister trying valiantly to save face.
Very shortly after TFRC issued it’s March 1 ultimatum for the government to commence retraction of mandates, Ardern retaliated. You all know the details as the police stamped out the anti-mandate Freedom Camp on Parliament Grounds.
For the entire duration of the protest, Ardern hid behind the couch, too cowardly to show herself to the people who had come for answers and assurances. Once the cops had trashed the grounds and created a mess for the media to film, Ardern emerged to cry crocodile tears, pausing to flash a Satanic hand signal:
It is very telling that she was showed such emotion over a bit of grass but no empathy or concern was expressed for the protestors nor those they represented: Those who had lost their businesses, the jobless mandate victims she promised never to mandate. The broken families. Those who took the vaccine in good faith only to be injured by it. The “second class citizens” wanting their rights and freedoms returned. No apology, no remorse. Nothing.
Despite the apparent defeat at Parliament, we had victories in the making. The aforementioned impending legal cases were inevitable wins in the aftermath of the successful Police and Defence Force ruling. What a shame the cops shat on our movement in response.
Ardern’s number was up and she knew it. We won. She lost. The media won’t report it that way, and she’ll never admit it. But it’s the truth.
So why the anticlimactic feel? I guess, for me, there is a feeling that something vital has been lost from New Zealand that may never return. People have likened Jacinda Ardern to a number of infamous dictators and tyrants, but the comparison doesn’t quite fit. I think she’s more like a succubus. A female demon that allures, seduces, then drains the life-essence from her victims. She and her cabinet in government have certainly sucked the lifeblood out of the economy, but that’s not what I mean. There has been a wound opened in society, a gaping rift of division, through which compassion and empathy seem to have drained. I think the wound will take a very long time to heal.
It is the effect the Covid Lock Step Scenario and the associated mandates have had on people that saddens me most deeply. Stories abound of firm friends and devoted family members who can no longer bear to be in the same room together let alone look each other in the eye. I am astounded to discover how many people there are in my own neighborhood who are truly nasty, vindictive, and small-minded. People all too enthusiastic to become informants, snitches, narcs. Vaccine bigots.
It also saddens me to realise just how short many people’s memories are, how unquestioning they are, and how trusting of what they see and hear from the Mainstream Media. How quick they are block their ears and close their eyes in the face of information that conflicts with the narrative they’ve clung to.
It appears that fear is a depressingly effective tool.
I remember one of the burning questions of history was, how did people fall for history’s dictators and tyrants so easily? How did they so easily become enthusiastic in their hatred of certain groups and races and turn a blind eye to the obvious injustices going on under their noses? I guess now we’ve had a practical demonstration of just how it happens. Many people really are like sheep. Short on memory and easily controlled. My faith in humanity’s capacity for learning from past mistakes has taken a big hit, that’s for sure.
There are the positives, however.
The number of awakened people has surprised me. I recall the elation at seeing the huge crowds attending the Christchurch TFRC protests. One definitely gets a sense of being a part of history-in-the-making at these marches. I’m proud to have been a part of it, to have been up front week after week with camera in hand and shared the experience with Uncensored readers, to have chanted so loudly that I’ve almost lost my voice for two days after each event. The mandates have galvanised the awakened and brought people together like nothing before.
Ardern spoke of diversity, love, kindness and unity. Yet she caused hatred, discrimination and division. Conversely, the protest marches displayed the very attributes she failed to deliver.
One must suspect more than a hint of jealousy in our PM, surely? Perhaps that’s why she couldn’t face us?
For the past couple of weekends, however, I have enjoyed quietly pottering in the garden and the workshop, or simply spending time with the family. Like Samwise Gamgee, I have returned from grand adventures and epic battles to enjoy a simple suburban life. A Lord Of The Rings victory. Like The One Ring, the Vax Pass has been cast into the fire, and Ardern’s tower of power is crumbling and falling in spectacular slo-mo.
Alas, one cannot rest for long. The battle against evil is never over. Our government and their Globalist friends are already brewing the next phase and we must continue the fight.
It’s just a damn shame it ever came to the point where a father and his son get turned away from the local swimming pool because Dad didn’t have his vaccination pass. My boy said “It’s OK Dad, This is what you’re protesting for. You’ll get our freedom back”.
When I told my son the mandates were ending and I could take him swimming again. He just smiled and replied quietly, “See Dad. I knew your protests would work. So when can we get rid of the masks?”
Like I said, it’s never over.