The curse of covid-19
The Crown of a Million Thorns
The Egyptian sun god Re was usually depicted in human form with a falcon head, crowned with the sun disk encircled by the sacred cobra. Re was said to traverse the sky each day in a solar boat and pass through the underworld each night on another solar barque to reappear in the east each morning. He was said to have created humankind from his own tears and the gods Hu (authority) and Sia (mind) from blood drawn from his penis. Thus spoke Re: "I am Khepera at the dawn, and Re at noon, and Tem in the evening."
Being in the form of a man, Re grew old. In time men no longer feared him or obeyed his laws. They laughed at him, saying: "Look at Re! His bones are like silver, his flesh like gold, his hair is the color of lapis lazuli!"
Re was angry when he heard this, and he was more angry still at the evil deeds which men were doing in disobedience of his laws. So, at the terrible glance from the Eye of Re his daughter Sekhmet came into being, the fiercest of all goddesses. Like a lion she rushed upon her prey, and her chief delight was in slaughter, and her pleasure was in blood. At the bidding of Re, she came into Upper and Lower Egypt to slay those who had scorned and disobeyed him. — The Story of Re
After two millennia of the Christ, Re now wears a crown of a million thorns.
Behold the corona, the crown of the sun. Behold the coronavirus, the crown of the sun god. Re grew angry at the evil which men were doing to the planet. With a shake of his head Re dropped thorns on the earth, which filled the breath of men. Many fell and died. Men who did not die could not bear seed. Humanity fled to their homes. Their chariots were stilled, their giant birds could not fly, and their great vessels were stranded at sea. The air and waters were cleansed.
Re was pleased at this and declared that thorns from his crown would fall upon the earth each year until men repented and changed their ways.
This is the new Story of Re sent through his messenger. For decades, falcons have guided his way. In dreams the messenger travelled in the barque of Re. A strange affliction drew blood from his penis. Many will follow his simple life. When the barque of Re reaches land, Re will be followed by Tem and a night of recovery. The hand of the west matches the hand of the east, showing the way to the land of Jin and the next journey of the solar boat.
I am the messenger.
Did I Create the Coronavirus?
I think about or write about things and the coronavirus makes them happen.
In 2019, when shopping at Walmart or Target, I kept stopping by the toy section to see what kind of jigsaw puzzles they had but kept putting off buying one because I didn’t have any spare table or desk space to assemble it. The following year the shelves were emptied of puzzles as putting them together became a favorite pastime of people stuck at home.
In December 2019 I posted a “Boycott the Trump economy?” comment on a political forum:
Many voters are reportedly indifferent to the impeachment process and other grievances against Trump and will make their 2020 voting decisions on their personal welfare: I’m doing ok and will vote for Trump because the economy is doing ok.
Should liberals sabotage the economy to make that less true? By sabotage, I mean simply refusing to buy anything that is not essential to your survival: the latest smart phone, the latest vehicle, the most stylish clothes. Stay home more and don’t travel and eat out less often. All that would presumably cause a recession that would negate support for Trump.
The pandemic forced nearly everyone, willing or not, to “boycott” the economy.
I had also developed an interest in a certain kind of internet porn in which the male protests “I can’t breathe.” Later, thousands of men would rush to the hospital, complaining “I can’t breathe,” followed by all the George Floyd "I can't breathe" protests.
On February 29, 2020, I drove pass the NorthBay VacaValley Hospital, the site of the first known community-spread coronavirus case in the U.S. Wondering if the virus scare had reduced business at the hospital, I looked toward the parking lot. The lot was full, and I saw a van marked with the word “Falcon.” The falcon is my spiritual guide and its regular appearance in my life is a sign of my link to the falcon god Re.
Is this just correlation or is some causation involved? Is there some falcon magic at work? Perhaps I am like Mickey Mouse in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice segment of Fantasia. I had willed that the dirty planet be mopped up, but the world was flooded with buckets of COVID-19.
I Can't Breed
Mounting evidence suggests that COVID-19 may cause male sterility. Researchers from the Tufts Medical Centre in Boston and the Huazhong University of Science and Technology in Wuhan discovered that more than 80 percent of the samples from 11 Chinese patients who died from the coronavirus showed significant damage to the seminiferous tubules, the part of the testicles where sperm is made.
In an earlier study in China, about 20 percent of men reported scrotal discomfort after contracting the virus. However, damage might occur without symptoms as antibodies have a hard time reaching the testes. Therefore, inflammation, a sign of antibodies fighting the virus, might not be present to indicate damage to the reproductive system.
In June 2020, the Russian Health Ministry reported that men who recovered from the coronavirus had a 38 percent reduction in the quality of sperm, which was considered worrisome because the overall quality of sperm in Russian men was already less than perfect.
The U.S. mass media, focused on the number of COVID-19 cases and deaths, has ignored this news. As with other COVID-19 developments, my previous writings seemed to have predicted this development. Some years ago, in an article “How the meek may inherit the earth,” I suggested that a rogue scientist might fulfill the Sermon on the Mount promise by engineering a virus that would sterilize males who have the “warrior gene,” thus giving a reproductive edge to the meek.
As aggressive males are more likely to ignore social distancing and mask-wearing advice, they stand a greater chance of contracting the coronavirus and becoming sterile, thus ceding fatherhood to men who obey the rules. “I can’t breathe” may be followed by “I can’t breed.”
The Egyptian sun god Re was usually depicted in human form with a falcon head, crowned with the sun disk encircled by the sacred cobra. Re was said to traverse the sky each day in a solar boat and pass through the underworld each night on another solar barque to reappear in the east each morning. He was said to have created humankind from his own tears and the gods Hu (authority) and Sia (mind) from blood drawn from his penis. Thus spoke Re: "I am Khepera at the dawn, and Re at noon, and Tem in the evening."
Being in the form of a man, Re grew old. In time men no longer feared him or obeyed his laws. They laughed at him, saying: "Look at Re! His bones are like silver, his flesh like gold, his hair is the color of lapis lazuli!"
Re was angry when he heard this, and he was more angry still at the evil deeds which men were doing in disobedience of his laws. So, at the terrible glance from the Eye of Re his daughter Sekhmet came into being, the fiercest of all goddesses. Like a lion she rushed upon her prey, and her chief delight was in slaughter, and her pleasure was in blood. At the bidding of Re, she came into Upper and Lower Egypt to slay those who had scorned and disobeyed him. — The Story of Re
After two millennia of the Christ, Re now wears a crown of a million thorns.
Behold the corona, the crown of the sun. Behold the coronavirus, the crown of the sun god. Re grew angry at the evil which men were doing to the planet. With a shake of his head Re dropped thorns on the earth, which filled the breath of men. Many fell and died. Men who did not die could not bear seed. Humanity fled to their homes. Their chariots were stilled, their giant birds could not fly, and their great vessels were stranded at sea. The air and waters were cleansed.
Re was pleased at this and declared that thorns from his crown would fall upon the earth each year until men repented and changed their ways.
This is the new Story of Re sent through his messenger. For decades, falcons have guided his way. In dreams the messenger travelled in the barque of Re. A strange affliction drew blood from his penis. Many will follow his simple life. When the barque of Re reaches land, Re will be followed by Tem and a night of recovery. The hand of the west matches the hand of the east, showing the way to the land of Jin and the next journey of the solar boat.
I am the messenger.
Did I Create the Coronavirus?
I think about or write about things and the coronavirus makes them happen.
In 2019, when shopping at Walmart or Target, I kept stopping by the toy section to see what kind of jigsaw puzzles they had but kept putting off buying one because I didn’t have any spare table or desk space to assemble it. The following year the shelves were emptied of puzzles as putting them together became a favorite pastime of people stuck at home.
In December 2019 I posted a “Boycott the Trump economy?” comment on a political forum:
Many voters are reportedly indifferent to the impeachment process and other grievances against Trump and will make their 2020 voting decisions on their personal welfare: I’m doing ok and will vote for Trump because the economy is doing ok.
Should liberals sabotage the economy to make that less true? By sabotage, I mean simply refusing to buy anything that is not essential to your survival: the latest smart phone, the latest vehicle, the most stylish clothes. Stay home more and don’t travel and eat out less often. All that would presumably cause a recession that would negate support for Trump.
The pandemic forced nearly everyone, willing or not, to “boycott” the economy.
I had also developed an interest in a certain kind of internet porn in which the male protests “I can’t breathe.” Later, thousands of men would rush to the hospital, complaining “I can’t breathe,” followed by all the George Floyd "I can't breathe" protests.
On February 29, 2020, I drove pass the NorthBay VacaValley Hospital, the site of the first known community-spread coronavirus case in the U.S. Wondering if the virus scare had reduced business at the hospital, I looked toward the parking lot. The lot was full, and I saw a van marked with the word “Falcon.” The falcon is my spiritual guide and its regular appearance in my life is a sign of my link to the falcon god Re.
Is this just correlation or is some causation involved? Is there some falcon magic at work? Perhaps I am like Mickey Mouse in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice segment of Fantasia. I had willed that the dirty planet be mopped up, but the world was flooded with buckets of COVID-19.
I Can't Breed
Mounting evidence suggests that COVID-19 may cause male sterility. Researchers from the Tufts Medical Centre in Boston and the Huazhong University of Science and Technology in Wuhan discovered that more than 80 percent of the samples from 11 Chinese patients who died from the coronavirus showed significant damage to the seminiferous tubules, the part of the testicles where sperm is made.
In an earlier study in China, about 20 percent of men reported scrotal discomfort after contracting the virus. However, damage might occur without symptoms as antibodies have a hard time reaching the testes. Therefore, inflammation, a sign of antibodies fighting the virus, might not be present to indicate damage to the reproductive system.
In June 2020, the Russian Health Ministry reported that men who recovered from the coronavirus had a 38 percent reduction in the quality of sperm, which was considered worrisome because the overall quality of sperm in Russian men was already less than perfect.
The U.S. mass media, focused on the number of COVID-19 cases and deaths, has ignored this news. As with other COVID-19 developments, my previous writings seemed to have predicted this development. Some years ago, in an article “How the meek may inherit the earth,” I suggested that a rogue scientist might fulfill the Sermon on the Mount promise by engineering a virus that would sterilize males who have the “warrior gene,” thus giving a reproductive edge to the meek.
As aggressive males are more likely to ignore social distancing and mask-wearing advice, they stand a greater chance of contracting the coronavirus and becoming sterile, thus ceding fatherhood to men who obey the rules. “I can’t breathe” may be followed by “I can’t breed.”
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