I expect there at some point to be another minor Covid surge in the US (and the UK). Of course when that happens, the liberals will emerge from their Morlock holes bawling and caterwauling about how we should’ve been locked down the whole time, how this definitively proves our moral turpitude, that we should have been inside weeping wistfully wearing 50 masks while there yet remained a single Covid case in the entire world, even in a cat or a hamster.

Don’t those people get tiresome? Why can’t they just do what they want, and stay inside forever without attempting to impose that on the rest of us?

My advice is to live life while you can. There will always be some next disaster, another incipient calamity, some risk that could lay you low, something unknown and unknowable that lies lurking. But what does it matter? No one gets out life alive and there’s much joy and jouissance to be had, no matter what the whiny wankers claim.

Remember, others diminish you in an attempt to make themselves feel taller. It doesn’t take much to stand up to them. It’s simple, really: literally stand right up, walk out your door, and go have fun while they cringe and quail, terrified of the light. It won’t be long before you don’t even recall them at all, save for a brief reminder, quickly forgotten, as you notice peculiar whimpering sounds emerging from murky windows and doors ever shut.