We’re publishing a “Postcard From Romania” today, the second from a man calling himself Niculina Florea (a pseudonym). The picture above is of a Christmas tree made out of empty vaccine bottles, an attempt to persuade Romanian children to get vaccinated. For Romanians, being bombarded with hysterical state propaganda telling them to expect all sorts of privations in response to a mortal threat is nothing new. They experienced that often during the 42-year Communist dictatorship that ended with the fall of Ceaușescu in 1989 and have learnt to treat all such official campaigns with a large dose of salt. Here is an extract.
Romanian life goes on unabated for the most part. A long history of occupation and barbarian invasion, combined with the ruling class’ regular betrayal of the less privileged, caused the evolutionary gears to shift long ago. Opportunism and tactical cunning have been bred into the population. Romanians do not stand up, they bend; and they bend backwards not forwards, securely rooted so that they may face the prevailing wind without being torn asunder.
They are not opposed to vaccination; they just don’t get vaccinated. Your employer has demanded a covid certificate (though not yet a legal requirement)? Here is a fake one for your pleasure, sir! The authorities order positive cases to report for quarantine if symptomatic? Why doctor, I haven’t got so much as a cough! (just remember to clear your throat when the health authorities pay a visit.)
Meanwhile, the market for ivermectin, hydroxychloroquine and a strong antiviral, arbidol, is flourishing. You’ll find these banned products in your local pharmacy, if you know how to ask. The regime beams daily TV reminders to the population of what fools they were – the dead – for treating themselves with outlawed medicines. The dead are, almost without exception, those who ignored the advice (i.e., diktats) of the state.
Worth reading in full.