Deranged Sheeple and Covid 19

We all have heard of ‘social distancing’ and the 6 foot rule put forth by those prophets of doom within the CDC, WHO, etc. Some people who consider themselves as enforcers carry this to extremes. While it is not unusual for humans to behave this way as there are extremist in any movement, this trend of snitching on others is quite disturbing.  As a society when you pit one group against another you get division. Of course regular readers of the Painful Truth realize this, as this blog has mentioned time and again, human behavior never changes and those who seek power over others create division. Religious or political, all leaders are of the same cloth.

For your amusement….

According to respondents on Twitter who translated comments made by the woman filming the video, the completely deranged screeching lady is upset at the others for being too close and not properly social distancing.



“One of them was a girl whom he often passed in the corridors. He did not know her name, but he knew that she worked in the Fiction Department. Presumably—since he had sometimes seen her with oily hands and carrying a spanner—she had some mechanical job on one of the novel-writing machines. She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements. A narrow scarlet sash, emblem of the Junior Anti-Sex League, was wound several times round the waist of her overalls, just tightly enough to bring out the shapeliness of her hips. Winston had disliked her from the very first moment of seeing her. He knew the reason. It was because of the atmosphere of hockey-fields and cold baths and community hikes and general clean-mindedness which she managed to carry about with her. He disliked nearly all women, and especially the young and pretty ones. It was always the women, and above all the young ones, who were the most bigoted adherents of the Party, the swallowers of slogans, the amateur spies and nosers-out of unorthodoxy. But this particular girl gave him the impression of being more dangerous than most. Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. That, it was true, was very unlikely. Still, he continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him.”
-George Orwell’s 1984