Note:
I wrote and published this piece of fiction a year ago. It was the
story of an isolated group of people living on a small island. They were
essentially a control group: free of all COVID restrictions and medical
measures.
In
real life, you’d think the public health experts in charge of
monitoring the “pandemic” would have assembled their own control group.
After
all, since these experts were willing to test, trace, treat, and lock
down a significant portion of the planet, shouldn’t they have observed
what would happen to a population they left completely alone?
Shouldn’t they have tested “the other side” of their hypothesis?
“We
need to see what happens to, say, a thousand people who might contract
COVID-19, if we don’t test or treat them, if we don’t tell them to wear
masks or distance. This would be a group who live together in one
location, who interact with each other…”
But
no, this was never done. In fact, there were, and are, many places
around the world where people are still living free of COVID
measures. Public health agencies don’t report convincingly on their
health status.
Why
not? Obviously, because if such a group, or several groups, remained
healthy, the whole mad notion of the pandemic would begin to collapse
like a house of cards.
Hence, this piece:
~~~
Coronavirus and Island X-24
There was a small island.
Amazingly,
it had never been claimed by any country. It just sat there. It was
inconsequential. Geographers were irritated that it had no name. In
1998, they named it X-24.
123 families lived there. They had emigrated from 14 countries.
During
the 2020 onset of the trouble in China, 19 citizens escaped the
lockdown in Wuhan and found their way to the island in a small makeshift
boat, which broke into pieces near shore. The resident families rescued
them, welcomed them without fanfare, and offered them housing in huts
on the north side of the island.
People
on the island practiced agriculture on their tiny farms, and they
raised chickens and ate eggs. There was no government. The families met
once a month to discuss any issues that might have arisen since their
last meeting. They did not vote. They used common sense. They were
sensible people. They had no ideology. They had no phones, no computers,
no electricity.
One
of the newly arrived Chinese women explained, at a meeting, the
coronavirus, the epidemic, the lockdown, the testing. She asked whether
anyone was concerned that her people might have brought the virus with
them. The people of the island looked around at each other and
shrugged. They didn’t seem interested.
Three
weeks later, an article appeared in the mainland Chinese press about
X-24 and the 19 escaped Wuhan residents. It was picked up by a wire
service and then republished by a number of outlets around the world. It
did not become a big story.
However,
a boat soon arrived at the island. A Chinese official and an American
public health officer from the CDC stepped off. Several conversations
ensued. The two bureaucrats were concerned that the virus might have
come to X-24. The residents said they didn’t travel, and they didn’t
even fish. Why not? No one had an answer. The bureaucrats took samples
of rainwater from a backyard container. They took a look at all the X-24
residents and saw they were healthy. They took throat swabs from the
new 19 Chinese residents. There was a bit of tension when the Chinese
official told these Wuhan escapees they were living illegally on the
island and should return home. The Chinese residents said they wouldn’t,
but they had no intention of causing trouble. The visitors left.
A
week later, at a meeting in government offices in Wuhan, CDC and
Chinese scientists told a deputy mayor of the city that nine immigrants
on X-24 had tested positive for the coronavirus. A call was immediately
made to the public health and safety office of the national government,
and the news was reported. Two hours later, a message came back: leave
the people on X-24 alone for now.
The
government in Beijing took up the X-24 issue in several committees. A
decision was made. Drones would do high flyovers and surveil the
island. No one would be permitted to leave it.
Three
months later, with the world in lockdown, a small elite government
committee met in Beijing. The news: all the residents of X-24 were going
about their daily business. No sick people were observed, even among
the elderly. No one had tried to leave the island. No one was practicing
social distancing. People met and mingled as usual. A CDC/WHO message
was read: It expressed concern about X-24. People who were positive for
the virus couldn’t be allowed to live outside the limits of
control. Something needed to be done.
Three
weeks later, X-24 residents observed a group of armed boats
approaching. Maneuvers were executed, and the craft made a ring around
the island. They sat about 20 miles offshore. They stayed there.
This
operation was noticed by the press. The X-24 story made a brief limited
comeback. INFECTED PEOPLE LIVING ON AN ISLAND. QUARANTINE FORCED. A few
reporters tried to get information on the condition of the X-24
residents. They couldn’t.
CDC
meetings took place. The gist was: These people remain healthy. There
is no sign of trouble. No disease. No illness. “What happens if THIS
becomes a story?”
The
issue was kicked up to the Chinese and American military. Very private
meetings took place. “We could launch a drone missile attack and wipe
them out.” “We could send in a kill-team.” “How about a massive
fire? Drop a few incendiaries.” “Spray them with nasty
chemicals. They’ll have a hell of time trying to breathe, they’ll foam
at the mouth and die.”
But
in the end, the military held back. A message from a carefully guarded
private source came down the line: “Leave them alone. Remove the stupid
ships. Observe from drones. Do not attack. They rate as experimental
subjects. They constitute a control group. By CDC projections, at least a
few of them should become ill. So far, that’s not the case.”
…A
year later, on X-24, the Chinese woman, who had originally told the
island residents about the coronavirus, wrote in the diary she had been
keeping, “The mainland madness is just a faint memory. My mother here is
93. She is reasonably healthy. A few people get sick, as a matter of
course, and then they get well. Nothing unusual. There were two deaths
last year. A French woman and an American man. They were both in their
80s. I helped their families make them comfortable at the end. I saw no
sudden illness of the lungs. I liked all these island people from the
start. I feel close to them now.”
Old
habits die hard. She looked around her small cabin, as if some
government authority might be present. She walked to the pile of stones
arranged in the corner, where a low fire was burning. It occurred to her
there was no reason to continue her diary. She bent down and placed it
in the flames and watched it for a minute. The past was past.
Nothing untoward had happened on the island.
Back
at the CDC, a private analysis was carried out. Nine mitigating factors
were listed to explain why no one on the island had fallen ill from the
virus. The conclusion was the island was not a proper representation of
the real world. The analysis was sent up the line to the guarded source
who had ordered the ring of ships to back off. He read the CDC
analysis.
He
sent back a message. “I wasn’t asking you to cover your ass or justify
your role in this fiasco. Your so-called mitigating factors are a
crock. Apparently, you’re unable to be honest. So let me send you my
analysis. The people on X-24 didn’t get sick because they didn’t get
sick. Remove promoted fear, diagnostic tests, treatment with toxic
drugs, and other damage falsely labeled as COVID, and you have
nothing. I see why you were disturbed about the story of X-24. But then,
accounting for healthy people who stay healthy has never been your
strong suit, has it? You’ve gone too far. I should set my hounds loose
on you.”
A
colleague of his walked into the sauna, picked up a pitcher of cold
water and poured it on the rocks. Steam rose and the rocks
hissed. Wrapped in white sheets, the two men sat side by side.
“Did you tear them a new one?”
“I gave them something to think about. These people are incorrigible. They really are.”
“When our friends arrive tonight, we’ll discuss the situation.”
“Yes. Recess
is over. The bureaucrats interrupted business. Products must
flow. Money must flow. They don’t understand we’re the engine of the
world, for better or worse.”
“We’ll school these little bureaucrats. They parade around thinking they’re princes. They’re going to pay.”
The steam spread. The men were invisible.
~~~
That
was the story I wrote a year ago. Unfortunately, the “little
bureaucrats” and the men behind them haven’t paid. The real-life
versions of the big-time businessmen in my story (in the sauna) haven’t
made a move to stop the economic ruination. Why? Because they don’t have
the courage. And they prefer to gather at the government money-trough
with their hands out.
But free people are out in the streets in larger numbers.
They see each other.
They know what freedom is and isn’t.
~~~
(The link to this article posted on my blog is here -- with sources.)
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