Somewhere along the line, we stopped asking questions. We stopped thinking for ourselves. We traded in common sense for compliance—and no one blinked.
Remember colds? That annoying sniffle, the scratchy throat, the ache behind the eyes when the seasons turned? We used to wrap ourselves in blankets, sip tea, and wait it out. It was never a global crisis. Never a justification for lockdowns, curfews, digital tracking, or lining up for experimental injections. Until 2020.
Suddenly, the common cold had a new name: COVID-19. It was rebranded with a sleek media package and a 24/7 news cycle soundtrack of panic. The world was told to fear their own breath. Fear their neighbors. Fear Grandma. And worst of all—fear logic.
People were told this wasn’t just a cold. It was the plague. Deadly. Unprecedented. The sky was falling. And so, we masked up, kept our distance, and most of all—rolled up our sleeves. Again. And again. And again.
But here’s the thing: for most people, COVID was—and still is—a cold. A mild illness. An inconvenience. Not the Grim Reaper. Not the Black Death 2.0. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. It just means it wasn’t what they said it was.
You don’t vaccinate against a cold. We never did before. Why now?
We were gaslit on a global scale. Told that natural immunity was a conspiracy theory. That questioning Big Pharma meant you were a killer. That normal life was selfish.
They pushed fear. Not facts. They labeled dissenters as dangerous. They censored doctors. Banned alternative views. All the while, raking in billions and normalizing the idea that sickness equals submission. That we are all potential biohazards, walking viral bombs to be managed, not humans to be trusted.
What kind of world does that create?
One where health passports replace human rights. Where children grow up thinking hugs are hazardous. Where truth is whatever the screen tells you today—until they update it tomorrow.
This isn’t about being “anti-vax.” It’s about being pro-reason. Pro-question. Pro-freedom. It’s about seeing through the fog of fear and daring to say: this doesn’t make sense.
Because common sense is the real casualty here.
And if we don’t wake up soon, we’ll find it buried six feet under—next to our rights, our sanity, and maybe even the last shreds of our humanity.
