Allergic to Truth (Part Two): The Covid Cuck
This is a follow-up to my previous post, Allergic to Truth, in which I described my failed attempt to educate “George”, one of the many pro-vaccine sheep. Please read that first before continuing.
I previously shielded his identity when I wrote Allergic to Truth. For this follow-up I will lift the veil of anonymity because he doesn’t fucking deserve it. “George” is my cousin, Joseph Walkowicz, who was like a brother to me for nearly 36 years.
Emphasis on was. This post is fairly personal, so if you’re just looking to read an informative article, skip it. But if you’re interested or can relate to being ostracized over vaccination status, read on.
The previous time I discussed the pandemic and vaccines with Joseph was after he had agreed to watch the interview between Bret Weinstein and Robert Malone (and Steve Kirsch). It was such an important discussion that I took the time to create a more condensed, digestible edit in the hopes that more people might listen to it and open their eyes to the serious risks of the Covid-vaccines.
My cousin opted for the full version, yet somehow found none of it to be remotely convincing or even compelling. He declared that Dr. Malone “should have known better”, and in doing so it became immediately clear to me that reason was failing to permeate Joseph’s brain. Whether he was appeasing his wife or sincerely shared in her neuroticism, it doesn’t matter. He could not be reached. Despite having zero relevant credentials to speak of and presenting zero evidence to defend his argument, he was now dismissing the actual inventor of mRNA vaccine technology. Joseph thinks he understands this tech better than it’s inventor? Yet he had the balls to accuse me of being the arrogant narcissist.
I’m the one deferring to those who know better. That’s a matter of humility and sound judgment, not arrogance.
AGREE TO DISAGREE
The only perspective we shared on the topic was the mutual belief that the other person was dead wrong and that time would ultimately reveal who was right. I wanted to point out that if mass vaccinating miraculously wound up being a success, it still could only ever be declared in hindsight being that the information available to us at the time of our debate was extremely limited, which made vaccine hesitancy rational by default, especially for younger people who would experience any potential long-term side effects for… well, longer.
My position relied on the sheer litany of known and unknown risk factors, which were shared by virologists, evolutionary biologists, etc. It wasn’t some wild fever dream I concocted. Joseph’s position relied on the impossibility of certitude. But I held my tongue, didn’t say any of that, and dropped it.
For the sake of the friendship, I told Joseph that we should avoid any further discussion on the subject. I’d done my due diligence, deferred to the experts, and tried my best to convince someone I cared about into making the healthiest, safest decision possible both for himself and for his family.
As I concluded in Allergic to Truth, that’s all we can do.
MY GOD-DAUGHTER
I knew Celina would never apologize for how she had treated me and Joseph would never speak up in my defense, so things between him and I wouldn’t be the same because a degree of respect would remain absent. He’d either figure it out eventually in his own time or he wouldn’t. There wasn’t much more I could do.
So at this point I was more concerned about the impact on my relationship with his daughter, who was innocent in all of this.
I’m her godfather and hadn’t been permitted to visit since the pandemic began due to Joseph’s stubborn, hypochondriac, gender-fluid, trigger-happy, safe space-lovin, polyamorous, hyper-sensitive, proudly self-professed bitch of a wife and his own life-long inability to put a foot down (except now, of all times, when he couldn’t be more in the wrong). But I suppose it was easier because he’s terrified by the ramifications of divorce, a threat Celina had callously vocalized in 2020.
Joseph didn’t seem to realize that signaled it was already over because she’d put him in a hostage-like position. “I’m leaving… unless…” and naturally he took the bait, then opted to double-down on appeasing her ever since to delay the inevitable as long as possible. And regardless of the price.
Anyway, normally I would spend the holidays with them in Portland, either for Thanksgiving or Christmas, and had also planned a summer trip that year, but they ruled out 2020 entirely out of fear that I could bring Covid into the home.
I felt this was ridiculous because:
I’d already been previously infected and ergo had robust immunity.
I could always get tested just before making the trip.
I’d offered to wear a mask the entire time, even indoors.
All of that still wasn’t good enough. But hey, it wasn’t my call and I honored “their” decision without protest even if I didn’t remotely respect the rationale behind it.
I wasn’t being singled out, at least. This was before any debate over the vaccines had occurred and they weren’t allowing any visitors whatsoever. I didn’t take it too personally. It just sucked that Covid had melted their brains so thoroughly.
I understand taking reasonable precautions, but the psychological long-term impact of restricting a 5-year old to conference calls with the outside world didn’t strike me as a very healthy approach, especially during early-childhood development. But hey, who am I? Why should my judgment be remotely considered?
I’m just the guy they picked to be godfather of their only child. No biggie.
BACKING OFF BACKFIRES
I decided to give her parents some space to see if they’d eventually wise up and start using their critical-thinking skills again. It also seemed strategically wise because the more they were both united in their conflict against me the more they seemed to echo the other. If I backed off they’d be back to just dealing with each other in their own self-inflicted, self-isolating hell.
Perhaps this would spurn some much-needed self-reflection on their part. Celina would calm down, remember that two plus two really is four, apologize for saying it was five, and Joseph would come back to reality. Sanity would prevail.
Fortunately I’m not big on hope, so I’m rarely let down.
Celina blocked me entirely and Joseph stopped initiating contact. They continued to isolate, which was fine, but the growing distance from not being able to spend time with Saoirse began to weigh on me.
She was always a big fan of her Uncle David and I’d grown more concerned over the continued state of isolation her parents were inflicting regardless of their (severely misguided) intentions. Of course, I wasn’t there to know exactly how severe her isolation she was, but I did know that nobody was allowed to see her even on her birthday, opting instead for a virtual party complete with an agenda:
They couldn’t host a small get-together outdoors where the virus doesn’t circulate? Of course not. They put masks on their corgi for fucks sake. Of course they would deny the science on outdoor transmission. Another article here. Also here.
I participated in the “Zoom Party”, of course, and couldn’t help but notice that none of the guests appeared to be Saoirse’s age. Where were her friends? But then I realized that with so much isolation and being such a young age, she didn’t exactly have time to make friends. How could she? She was being homeschooled and her parents were such hypochondriacs that they hardly took her anywhere. Of course she wasn’t spending time getting to know other children.
JUST KEEPING CLINGING, JUST KEEP CLINGING…
Yesterday I briefly talked to Joseph and mentioned how the CDC Director had admitted that those who were vaccinated faced an increased risk of severe infection and death. Meanwhile the death rates for the unvaccinated had plummeted (0.16% based on UK Delta cases from February 1-August 2).
I wanted to gauge his reaction now that my prior concerns were becoming further validated. If he were finally onboard the reason train then we could dive into it, but he only went quiet and I knew him long enough to know that it wasn’t because he was too stubborn to admit the truth, he was still unconvinced. His silence meant, “Nothing has changed, so let’s continue not discussing it.”
I have no idea what intel the sheep are still clinging to when even the propagandist institutions (ie, the CDC) have admitted the truth. It’s like if OJ had confessed to killing his wife and the jury still found him not-guilty. Maybe the truth was just too frightening to process and denial was the only defense mechanism to maintain sanity. I can only speculate on the psychology. I have no idea.
I asked Joseph months ago to forward any/all sources that he'd been reading, if anything, so I could at least understand where he might be coming from. He never sent a single article. Not one study.
Nothing.
AHHHHH SHIT
The next day a disturbing probability dawned on me. If Joseph was still stuck in an ongoing, delusional state, despite the growing evidence occurring in real-time, then he was probably never going to allow me around his kid if I remained unvaccinated.
And being that this pandemic isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, it could be years before I could reconnect with my goddaughter in any meaningful way.
Amusingly, both of her Moderna-vaccinated parents are statistically more likely to get their daughter infected than I am. Not only because they both vaccinated in April and the latest studies reveal whatever limited and imperfect protections the vaccines did provide would still wane after just 3-6 months, but because the vaccinated can catch and transmit the virus just as readily as the unvaccinated (another fact I pointed out months ago that the CDC only validated last month). Since reinfection rates remain exceedingly rare, Saoirse’s parents have always posed a greater risk to her health than I have.
Yet my wearing a mask on top of having natural immunity wouldn't be enough to satisfy them? Still?? I’d have to get a toxic jab that overrides the immunity I already had, putting myself at increased risk of severe disease and death (based on data from both the UK and Israel)? And by doing so I’d actually render myself more likely to infect my goddaughter in the process. That’s the real kicker. What they wanted would cause more harm than good all around.
But again, I had already accepted their position that two plus two equaled five. I'd already had the debate with both my cousin and his wife separately and both proved to be hardcore vaxx-junkies who proudly posted selfies after getting their jabs.
Celina had even captioned one of the pics with "See you this fall Moderna booster!" So they knew these vaccines wouldn't hold up, which most people didn’t realize yet, and dove in head first with the less-informed sheep anyway.
I texted the following:
Since I'm banned from seeing my goddaughter (correct me if I'm wrong, of course) due to my refusal to be injected with toxic drugs, what is the the best way for me to reach out to my goddaughter to maintain a relationship? I'd like her and I to have a means of readily communicating via FaceTime, Zoom, or whatever.
I allowed space for awhile in the hopes that her parents would naturally ease out of their state of excessive paranoia, but I see no indication of this condition subsiding. And that's fine. Sad, but fine. But that is no reason to cut out her Uncle David. Unless Saoirse herself wants that, of course. Let me know.
My underlying frustration wasn’t fully masked (no pun intended) but I maintained acceptance that I was unlikely to see my goddaughter at least until the pandemic ended. I didn’t challenge this.
All I wanted to know was
which app to use to video chat so I could maintain some kind of regular contact with Saoirse
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Was that really so much to ask? I didn’t think so. Yet somehow even this simple question struck a nerve.
Joseph’s batshit rely:
I’m breaking it down into chunks because there’s just too much bullshit and I’d like to address each individual turd that was shat.
Woah... I can't believe it... you actually asked about Saoirse. It's been years since you've asked about her without it being her birthday. Weird.
Right off the bat he’s being combative. And what he said wasn’t even true.
Most times I talked to Joseph, especially when communication was more regular, I would ask how everything was going at home, at work, etc and he’d always just reply, “Same.” Or “Good.” Usually parents leap at the chance to offer up stories about their kids, especially when they’re so young. But Joseph? Never. He never mentions her.
Yet he has the balls to act like I don’t give a shit if I didn’t specifically ask about her every time I called? And he’s striking this attitude now after I had just asked how best to keep in touch with her? It took him three hours to reply to my text and that was still the opening line he settled on. Thoughtless.
I’d driven to Houston to meet his daughter shortly after she’d been born and made her laugh so hard that his wife commented, “How did you do that? I’ve never seen her do that before!” I drove two hours south to Laguna Beach multiple times after they moved to California. I helped them move out of that place. I didn’t see anyone else volunteering their time or labor. I would drive 30+ hour round-trips 1-2 times a year once they settled outside of Portland. They never once brought Saoirse to visit her Uncle David in Los Angeles and never once did I complain. I understood it was harder to travel with a child, but still.
I made 100% of the effort. They made none.
Also, the term is guide parent as we're not religious. The Uncle title was Celina's idea, fyi.
First I’m hearing of this. They asked me to be their daughter’s godfather. I’ve been referred to as this multiple times by them. (And by ‘them’ I mean both her parents, not his gender-fluid (gender-denying) wife. They had never used the more secular term with me.
Religion is one of the subjects we all have always agreed upon, since we’re all atheists, so it’s odd that he phrased it so condescendingly. We both had never used the term in a religious light, so why was he acting offended? And notice how he sought to detach himself from any endorsement of the Uncle title? What exactly is in Portland’s water supply?
Anyways, in April you really burned the bridge with Celina, after which you told me you wouldn't communicate with them any further.
This confirmed that Celina was still enraged enough to be fuming over the six to eight articles about vaccines that I’d sent her four months ago. Jesus, how petty could this cunt get? But regardless, why was Joseph even bringing her up? I asked what app would be ideal to communicate with Saoirse. I didn’t even mention Celina.
Also, I never said I wouldn’t communicate with them further. I said I wouldn’t communicate with Celina. Why the hell would I cut out my own 5-year old goddaughter?? It doesn’t make sense. Unless, and I’m just realizing this, he was adhering to her preferred pronouns of "they/them” and actually did only mean Celina.
See? Perfect example as to why that pronoun shit is so goddamn confusing and unnecessary. I’ll do a separate post about THAT issue another day.
Later over the summer, your passive-aggressive posting on Celina's Facebook earned you a well deserved block from them on social media.
Celina had posted on Facebook that she wanted to be referred to with they/them pronouns and expressed outrage that people weren’t complying.
Personally, I don’t think gender-fluidity is a thing. She gave birth. She’s a woman. Sure, she might feel more masculine on some days and feel more feminine on others. But so what? I think that’s fairly common to varying degrees, isn’t it? The idea that anyone identifies as a woman on Monday and a man on Tuesday is a mental illness called gender dysphoria, not a lifestyle.
But I did say any of that to her? Of course not. Because I’m not an asshole, despite them treating me as if I were one.
What I DID offer was a suggestion that maybe she could explain why she wants to be addressed as “they/them” because maybe people are simply confused by it and therefore don’t comply. That’s all. That’s all I wrote! I remember specifically writing it carefully because I knew Celina was such a sensitive goddamn cunt (even though she treats everyone like shit… she can dish it, but can’t take it).
She responded by immediately blocking me on Facebook. That’s how petty she is. And even if something in the tone of what I wrote hit her the wrong way, was that seriously grounds to hold a long-term grudge?
I was simply asking a question while also trying to assure her that people were likely not intentionally calling her by the wrong pronouns out of malice, but rather genuine confusion, and ergo she didn’t need to be so defensive. Aka, CHILL OUT.
Naturally, Joseph defended her by saying I was being passive-aggressive and later even categorized my comment as being harassment.
At this point you've basically killed the contractors that were assessing whether or not they could even rebuild a bridge. Naturally you aren't welcome to visit as a result, and seeing as we won't be flying around visiting anyone for a while (there is a pandemic going on afterall) in-person contact with Saoirse isn't going to happen.
Again, I asked what app to use to video chat with my goddaughter. But this dumb fuck is talking about in-person visits and rambling on about that wife’s embarrassingly unwarranted grudge. Suggesting that if there weren’t a pandemic they’d hypothetically fly to visit me was also laughable. As I said before, they have never brought Saoirse to visit her Uncle David. I have always been the one to do the traveling and otherwise make the effort.
Vaccination status plays a roll, but your behavior is what led to this consequence.
Ah, and there it is. I can’t visit if I’m not vaccinated. Again, I didn’t even ask to visit, did I? No. I asked which app to use to video chat. And as far as behavior… what is he referring to? Sending Celina 6-8 articles and suggesting a less combative approach when encouraging people to use her preferred pronouns? This is what warrants cutting off his kid from her godfather?? Not just in-person visits but all communication?
Make it make sense.
Honestly, taking an arrogant, insulting tone with me, telling me what I can and cannot do in regards to whom Saoirse can talk to, is not an effective route to get what you want. But you know that.
What the fuck is this guy talking about? I’m certainly using an insulting tone NOW as I write this post, but my text to him wasn’t arrogant or insulting. Is he seriously this butt hurt over my use of excessive paranoia to describe their over-the-top response to Covid? He put a mask on his fucking dog while on an outdoor walk in his own backyard. That’s not excessive paranoia? Grow a pair, Nancy.
I also didn’t tell him what to do or whom Saoirse could talk to in any way shape or form. I asked a question. I didn’t dictate a damn thing. Re-read the original text.
Your goal here is to gaslight me into getting emotional and attack you personally, so you feel like you have an excuse to cut me ( the only real family/relationship you have left) out of your life. Literally using my own daughter to try to guilt-trip and brow-beat me into accepting your demand that I must set up video call time with Saoirse, is unacceptable behavior.
Seriously, is Joseph on hardcore drugs? What the fuck is he talking about? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT?? I wasn’t gaslighting. Why would I want him to attack me? What possible motivation could I have to want that? It wouldn’t make any sense. And how did I guilt-trip him? And who the fuck uses the term brow-beat? (haha) And what did I demand again…? I asked what video app to use to talk to my goddaughter. That’s all I asked. I repeat, asked. I didn’t demand a goddamn thing.
You could have, at any point in Saoirse's life, simply asked nicely to talk to her, or written her a letter with a cool drawing, or something; had you had any actual interest in interacting with her. You're "banned" because you wanted that to be the case.
Wait, wait, so I asked what app to use to keep in contact with Saoirse and Joseph translated that into meaning… that I never wanted to see her again?
Again, I’ve known this guy for over 36 years. I considered him more of a brother than a cousin. This was someone who was consistently skeptical of the government and recognized the corrupting influence of corporate money on institutions. Hell, he questioned the religion we were both raised in years before I finally did.
Normally he’s ahead of the game, but now he’s so far out in left field that he’s been blindly trusting… Big Pharma? And thinks I’m the insane one for not trusting Big Pharma??
Joseph has become a total cuck for this gender-fluid bitch who makes sex videos on OnlyFans and fucks other men while he works full-time at Costco to pay their fucking bills, while apparently forgetting how to even read based on his wildly twisted interpretation of the text I sent.
And now he trusts Big Pharma with his life without a second thought and without a single citation to defend it.
Meanwhile he thinks the guy who has consistently been there for him longer than anyone else… and that’s not hyperbole… deserves to be banned from even speaking to his kid after assigning me as her godfather?
HE TRUSTS BIG PHARMA WITH HIS LIFE BUT DOESN’T TRUST ME TO BE EVEN EXIST IN HIS DAUGHTER’S LIFE??
FOR THE FUCKING RECORD
Celina was once so freaked out that Saoirse’s grandmother in California wasn’t going to return her during a potential lockdown period early in the pandemic that she thought action would have to be taken.
So what did she do? She called me and asked if I would go and retrieve Saoirse by whatever means necessary and return her to Portland. Presumably she didn’t think Joseph would have the guts required to accomplish the task, so she called me to be on stand-by to safely retrieve her daughter. She didn’t ask Joseph. She ask me.
I’d call that a pretty intense level of trust, yes?
FEBRUARY 25, 2020
AUGUST 22, 2021… (LMFAO)
I “threatened” to contact my goddaughter using means other than video chat, such as writing a letter. I literally spelled this out for Joseph and yet Celina sent that shit. And while keeping me blocked so I couldn’t even respond. But I’m the passive-aggressive one, right? Mhm.
When Celina threatened to divorce Joseph just last year and he called me crying like a little bitch, did I pile on and tell him how pathetic he was for him to fall apart over that piece of shit woman? NO. I told him that even though I wasn’t a fan of hers, if he really wanted to make it work and she really made him feel happy then they should try couples counseling. And if that failed then he’d at least he’d feel reassured that he’d done everything he could. I then offered my place for him to crash if needed for as long as he needed to clear his head. They then went to counseling on my recommendation and (seemingly) worked things out.
That is how selflessly supportive, reliable, and trustworthy I have been. What, you think I wouldn’t have been thrilled if they had divorced? Christ!! But I put Joseph’s happiness before my own. I would never selfishly sabotage his relationship.
Another pivotal time I was there for him was when his brother, Peter, had killed himself at 19. It was an awful shock for a multitude of reasons and followed less than two weeks after our grandfather had passed (who Peter was named after). Joseph needed me (his words) in Houston for the wake/funeral because, though he didn’t spell it out explicitly, he was clearly at high-risk of following his brother’s lead. I went and delayed my own mourning to remain strong and supportive. For him.
When Peter came out of the closet and was struggling with severe depression, who did he confide in for years? His only brother, Joseph? No. Me. Peter waited over two years before he even came out to Joseph because I had always been a reliable and dependable person when it counted the most.
I’m so reliable, Joseph, that your own brother came out to me two years before you, then your wife (who hates me) still depended on me to rescue your daughter instead of you, her actual father. Let all that sink in. I’m the one who has been consistently there, consistently unappreciated, and never bitched about it.
And this is what I get in return? Being threatened with legal charges?? And then slandering me publicly with your false accusations??
Where’s the evidence, you dumb cow? WHERE IS IT?? I’ve copied and pasted what Joseph and you have said and THEN commented on it. Post away, bitch. Back up your shit. Do it.
You can’t because I have never harassed any of you, never behaved in a remotely violent manner, and certainly didn’t threaten anyone. I said I’d use other means of contact with Saoirse (ie, sending a drawing or a letter) since visits and Zoom were ruled out. Are you seriously calling THAT a threat? What drugs are you on??
So yeah, you can bet I had some choice words in response to all this. Boy, did I! But I’ve already emailed an apology to Joseph for the one comment I regretted saying. I would have called him directly but he’d blocked my number. The rest of what I said was accurate and deserved and if anything I held back.
Why…?
Because he knows my own 1-year old son was abducted by his batshit mother who has zero custody rights yet I’ve still been fighting to get him back for months due to obscene international bureaucracy.
And in the middle of THAT hellacious drama and emotional agony he’s piling on by threatening charges that could jeopardize custody of my child while simultaneously banning me from being in contact with his and all because he couldn’t stand up to ‘they/them’.
And he thinks I’m insane for not get vaccinated against a disease I already have superior protection from? (RE: natural immunity) Fun fact, there isn’t a single documented case of a person with natural immunity getting infected with Covid-19 and then also passing it on. Their daughter had/has a better chance of getting infected from them.
But I’m dismissed and treated like shit because I don’t play along with their anti-science dictates. I know both of you like to bend over, but I don’t. I don’t play along with verifiably false narratives and I don’t put my own health in jeopardy.
So until there is one hell of a sincere apology, Joseph, and an acknowledgment of all this fucking bullshit, do not rely on me to be there for you again.
Tough read, but good for catharsis. Most of my family is in Portland, and I can relate to this, unfortunately.
I traveled along the west coast last July, and PDX was by far worse than any other city. I don't know what they did there to traumatize so many people, almost everyone is sunk. I went to college at PSU, and grad school, so have lots of friends there, besides family. EVERY SINGLE ONE of them is a covidian. They threatened me if I didn't wear a mask, so I had to rely on a new facebook friend for a place to stay. I was there a week, and haven't talked with any of them since, though I am best friends with the facebook friend. I left it at 'let me know when you figure it out' and said bye to them all. Will be interesting to see them at a family wedding in Oct in Tennessee.
I don't know what we can do besides move on. Create a space for new friends to enter. Anyway, it's more of the same, but I really do think they did something to the environment or something in Portland, as its one-of-a-kind nuts there in the States. Thanks for sharing.