“The COVID Diaries”

Now that it’s been just over five years since all of our lives were ruined, I think it’s safe for me to impart some “brutal honesty”. That is, more brutal and honest than I tend to be here, anyway.

I have done what I believe any good cartoonist or artist should do in hard times and crises; I did my best to adapt. I stayed true to my own convictions, even though it cost me dozens of friends, as well as countless opportunities for employment. I grew accustomed to loss and chagrin, and still kept my nose to the grindstone, as they used to say. I learned to live without many things I thought were essential to my well-being. Literally, anything fun.

In plain talk, I don’t know a single person who was vaccinated for COVID that didn’t subsequently experience negative side effects, or die. Not one. I have friends who were forced to get boosters by their job, at the unwitting cost of their memory or heart health. I have friends who lost close family members to COVID, thanks to the hysteria and mishandling of so-called medical professionals. So I can never truly feel “good” about refusing to be vaccinated, even though I was in the right. The preponderance of bureaucratic loose ends that persist to the current day makes any discussion of the worst years of our lives thus far totally inappropriate.

The vaccinated might not remember this, but in the months leading up to “the global pandemic”, there were clickbait articles testing the public’s stupidity about e coli bacteria. The first claimed that women were unwitting super-spreaders, or rather, their purses were; apparently the bottom of every girl’s handbag was a Six Flags of deadly germs. When that didn’t work, the same lying media scum proposed that men’s beards were actually filthier than public toilets. Yes, friends; they implied that facial hair beneath the nose and around the mouth was crawling with reeking fecal bacteria. Miraculously, the beards of Jewish and Arabic men were exempt from this horror.

Y’know, just like we were told that COVID somehow became inert as long as people stood six feet apart or more. Oh, and it stays alive on surfaces for more than a day, except when it doesn’t, but just in case, wash your hands constantly and bathe in hand sanitizer.

Those of you with long memories might recall that summer a few years back when celebrities were literally sunning their assholes, and expounding upon the resultant health benefits all over social media, until all of the sudden they were very, very wrong and all evidence of anus-tanning mania was scrubbed from the internet. Also Kate Beckinsale, widely regarded as one of the loveliest women in the world, revealed that the secret to her beauty was regular applications of macerated Korean foreskins to her face. She confessed this grisly nauseating detail as though she’d ordered extra carrots on her salad.

Or like Lena Dunham, writing about sticking pebbles up her infant sister’s hoo-ha, something even a halfwit would take to their grave. I’m supposed to feel shame for not siding with these hobgoblins?

Comedians Gilbert Gottfried and Bob Saget are dead. Neither was sick. Coincidentally, they were among the first to get vaccinated. One of the very last times they were seen alive was a podcast where they clucked about getting the “vax” as soon as they possibly could. If you want to ignore a gigantic piece of damning evidence like that, that’s your prerogative. There are supposedly sentient people who don’t think Karmelo Anthony stabbed Austin Metcalf to death in front of an entire crowd, and if you correct them, they robotically respond “what about Kyle Rittenhouse?“, because that’s how fucking rock-stupid they are. So you’re in good company. Question everything, even the knife spilling your blood.

Were you surprised when that “Blue Origin” crap that Jeff Bezos (the billionaire), his plastic wife, Katy Perry and Oprah’s merkin pulled back in April turned out to be a fraud? If so, I guess you forgot when Perry and “boyfriend” Orlando Bloom wore matching “FAUCI GANG” shirts to promote an unconstitutional vaccination agenda. Just like Katy Perry forgot she once had big luscious tits, and a body to die for. Wonder what happened with all that?

The above pictures demonstrate the horrors brought upon the natural world by people in power who tell you that heterosexuals are aberrant, and that men can have children. Natural beauty is despoiled and ruined. Can you even believe that’s the same woman? Can you even define what a woman is at this point? If so, you’re smarter than an appointed Supreme Court justice. And that’s not even a joke. You are.

Even though I was employed as an editorial newspaper cartoonist for the duration of the “pandemic”, I drew not one single cartoon about it. I was privately contracted to draw a cartoon about it for a friend. Otherwise, I knew that the newspaper which employed me was already compromised, so I flatly refused to make any mention of COVID in my cartoons. I knew that if I drew what I wanted to draw, the cartoon would be rejected and I would be fired. That’s why you never saw a single caricature of Anthony Fauci, anywhere. Because any cartoonist would be fired for doing so.

Unless you worked for a newspaper from 2019 to 2024, you don’t have a goddamned motherfucking clue about what freelancers dealt with. I didn’t do any cartoons about the 2020 election fraud because I was forbidden from questioning the mainstream media narrative. You fucking faggots pissed and whined endlessly about how Trump “took away your rights” and whatnot, then you sat there with your thumb up your fat ass while my rights were taken away. Same reason I never did a newspaper cartoon about the Islamic Charlie Hebdo massacre. I wasn’t permitted. Same reason I never did any cartoons about Muslims, Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, or Nancy Pelosi. Because unless I wanted to play publicist for them, I wasn’t permitted.

All those thousands of cartoons you’ve seen in the past eight years making fun of Trump? That’s all the li’l “good boy” cartoonists making nice for the Obama believers and their propagandists. They put on blinders, sat back, and let those Soros checks roll in, as they scribbled out their latest Orange Man Follies. They shared their amazing visual takes about “Drumpf” in little online covfefe-klatches, and reddened their palms fervently patting each other on the back for being such strident firebrands. I’d offer that more than a few veteran cartoonists let themselves slide comfortably into a self-appointed gig goofing on Trump full-time.

I’m sure that worked out great for them. Really, why wouldn’t it? There’s such overwhelming precedent for success.

Funny how that worked out in the media. If you were pro-vax and anti-Trump, the press would practically blow you 24 hours a day. If you weren’t, then you got death threats, and articles were written about what a diseased piece of shit you were and how it would be great if you died. Characters on Family Guy and The Simpsons would laugh at how dumb and shitty you are. Nighttime talk show hosts would burst into crocodile tears and whinge before a compliant studio audience about how you murdered their children. Or somebody’s children, somehow.

Before James O’Keefe’s career was intentionally annihilated, he was scoring regular interviews with Pfizer employees using catfishing techniques, revealing hair-raising tidbits over cozy cocktails, like the rapacious twink who wished he could use a dart gun to vaccinate the unwilling. Gee- why would O’Keefe’s Project Veritas suddenly turn against him and destroy him? It is a mystery. The world will never know.

Gay guys made a cutesy music video where they sang “we’re gonna get your kids”. Just like with the twink wishing he could shoot darts at people like some sort of lisping lion tamer, I was penalized for talking shit about it on social media. Good luck finding evidence of either incident on the web. Funny how that works, huh?

I limited my opinions and thoughts on the “global COVID pandemic” to this site alone, excepting those rare occasions wherein I lost control of my emotions and vented my spleen on social media (and was summarily banned). I pay to keep this site online. If anyone was planning to cause me any grief for my opinions here, I was locked and loaded, more than ready to make a federal case out of it.

So “they” just limited my reach and throttled my online exposure, when they weren’t simply outright banning my site. I’ve sold maybe one item from my eBay store in almost two years. I’m not a “conspiracy theorist”; this is my reality. Unless you too have skin in this game, your opinions about the veracity of my claims mean exactly jack and shit to me. You have no idea of the battles I’ve been fighting since 2019.

Let’s review then, shall we? As far as I can surmise, the tale begins here:

What you are being told incessantly is “COVID-19”, or the “Coronavirus”; it originally came from Wuhan, China. It was deliberately released upon their population by their government (who then suppressed information about it for months), to help exterminate their elderly. The fact that their citizens eat bats, literally the last animals that any sane human being would even think about consuming, didn’t help matters. Anyone who calls you a “racist” for knowing or repeating this is a coward connected in some way to the Communist Chinese government.
[Gone Viral, 3/16/2020]

I should’ve archived the photos of the “wet markets” in Wuhan serving dead bats on the street, or the Chinese girl happily scarfing down a big disgusting bowl of dead black bats. Lesson learned, that one’s on me. Oh yeah, and the video of Chinese police welding a woman’s front door shut while she screamed in terror inside, I shoulda saved that too. And the streets speckled with dead pets thrown out of high windows by terrorized Chinese people; I guess I was too squeamish to archive that picture. Then I’d have an easily-referenced SOURCE??? to present to people who should know better than to defend some goddamned fucking communist country that wants nothing more than to piss on our graves. Silly me!

We have reached a point in human development where there is rampant crisis fetishism. There are people; not just politicians, not just mainstream media scum, but regular people who want a global pandemic, so they can force people to do what they want. They savor your pain and suffering. They delight at the prospect of the surrender of your dreams. They can’t wait to read about the death of someone you care about. Or yours.

Look around social media, now that you’re ordered to stay in your home. Take note of the people getting their jollies off on this crisis. Learn and remember their names. Not for the purpose of exposing them, but for your own safety. Because these are the people who wish harm upon you, just for existing. They don’t even hide it anymore.
[The Crisis Fetishist, 4/2/2020]

Did you take note of those people, like I said? The ones who wanted to put us in camps if we didn’t get the vaccine? The ones like Howard Stern, who literally wished death on the unvaccinated? How about Stephen Colbert, who had a fancy song-and-dance number on his show called “The Vax-Scene”, complete with animated cartoon syringes?

Anyone you can name who went hardline-vax; how’s their stock in 2025? How’s their integrity doing? Is it stronger than Heather McDonald’s skull?

Just a friendly reminder that while shit like this was going on, I was being treated like a hated enemy. For having a differing opinion about it than what was on social media.

For years.

Eventually I came to the realization that any affectionate physical contact with a human female would now be nothing more than a fading memory. The following article was written back when I believed I’d someday stick my penis in a vagina again. We were all so innocent in those days.

Okay, either being unvaccinated or desperately needing to get laid gave me Bill Burr brows for that picture. Whatever, it works for the image. Behind me you can see the shithole I call “home”. No woman has touched me for as long as I’ve resided here, because no woman wants to touch a man who lives in a shithole.

So how does one fuck, under the current circumstances? How are courtship and/or foreplay at all possible? Am I supposed to hold out until the day arrives when I can glimpse the lower half of a woman’s face again? Or should I just continue to pretend that I’m in some awful 1970’s sci-fi think-piece, a brutalist dystopia wherein the natural urge to fuck must somehow circumvent imposed regulations that make intimacy and touch impossible? Because emphatically, I need to fuck. Pronto.
[I Need To F**k, 5/5/2020]

At the time of this writing, I still need to fuck very badly. Odds are good that you do too, even if you’re married. Well, don’t come crying to me about it.

A quarantine is about the worst environment for genuine creativity that you could ask for. Almost all your ideas come second-hand from the internet, and you can’t interact with other people and recharge your social batteries. Don’t beat yourself up if you’re feeling blocked. There’s a weird compulsion to be super-productive while confined that’s tripped a lot of us up. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve had a writer’s block recently that is so horrendous, I’m now telling you to seek help immediately if you feel the slightest bit suicidal. Figure that out.
[The First 48, 5/27/2020]

As cutups used to say; “If rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.” Enjoy the trampling of your civil rights by brainwashed subhumans who’d murder you for kicks without a second thought. Forget about all the loved ones whose surgeries and funerals you’ve had to miss, while America’s ugliest mayor blithely patronizes her favorite barbershop. Ignore the boundless gnawing black hole of alienation you’ve developed at the core of your being from half a year and counting of having your emotions jerked around, alone. Learn to love the dead-eyed corporate whores who lie to you every second of every day and call it “news media”. You hated going to church anyway, right? What difference does it make now that you can’t? The men who fought and died for the freedoms now being stolen from you; they were all a bunch of racist shine-lynching fags, anyway. Get this- they actually believed in “God”. Everyone knows how idiotic that is (unless you call him “Allah”, then it’s hunky dory, pray unmasked in huge groups wherever you like without fear of reprisal or even a stern glance).
[The Mask of Virtue, 7/27/2020]

Remember enjoying the holiday of Thanksgiving? Yeah, me neither. Another fond fading memory, like pussy. Thanks again, “Fauci Gang”!

I guess the lack of turkey and dressing made me extra salty.

I’m thankful that I spent yesterday alone, eating dollar-store chicken tenders, instead of possibly being within “social distance” of anyone who feels compelled to even say the word “vaccine”. Oh- you’re on your nth “Biden Booster”? That’s great. I have some advice for someone of your dizzying intellect. When you put on your pants in the morning, do so one leg at a time for best results. This is assuming you wear pants, and not adult diapers, or a Glad bag.

Yes, I’m alone, so what. We all die alone in the end, anyway. Might as well be honest about it.
[A Discouraging Word, 11/26/2021]

By 2022, the cracks in the global news media were finally starting to appear. More and more people were coming around to my way of thinking. People were beginning to notice things.

“Dies Suddenly”. Because that’s what healthy people do, they just drop dead, and no one knows why. There’s even an established medical condition for it; “Sudden Adult Death Syndrome”. It’s just one of those things we never noticed before.

I haven’t forgotten how hundreds, if not thousands, of people just “died suddenly”, because that’s a totally normal thing people do in modern times; they just die. That’s the “new normal”, like having people in the White House who shit themselves and can’t complete a coherent sentence. It’s totally normal not to get full details when a newly-vaccinated celebrity like Bob Saget “dies suddenly” on his bedroom floor with a wound that typically results from a three-story fall onto pavement, headfirst.
[3-D House of Vax, 11/16/2022]

This was around the time that certain vaccine cheerleaders were grumbling about “amnesty”. This was your first solid clue regarding how horribly these mendicants fucked everyone’s lives up. They knew that just about everyone in the country was kicking around the idea of seriously harming them. Meanwhile, the White House continued to double down, threatening “anti-vaxxers” with illness and death as righteous consequences for non-compliance. The medical community was happy to gaslight the public however necessary, if it kept the rabble from stringing them up long enough for them to flee the country. Oh, beg your pardon, I mean “vacation in Greece where they coincidentally don’t extradite”.

It was never about our health. From day one it was all about control, and don’t kid yourself. As an added bonus, normalizing people in masks everywhere was a nice dry run for the acceptance of hijabs. You know, those things that 12,000 people were slaughtered for protesting in Iran. Mostly women who considered hijabs oppressive. Which they 100% are, and yet I’m expected not to gag when I see them worn around my town.
[3-D House of Vax, 11/16/2022]

If I hadn’t quoted that part calling out the protest in Iran, would you have remembered it?

That’s why I quoted that part. That’s why I wrote it.

I think we all know how “amnesty” worked out. As for me, less than a month later I was permanently banned from Twitter, something like three days after Elon Musk took over.

To make a long story short, I tweeted that Anthony Fauci deserved public execution, in the same manner that Mussolini received it. Regardless of whatever feelings that statement arouses in you, Twitter’s official reason for my banning was participating in targeted abuse. Now, I grant you, if Twitter had banned me for the targeted abuse I had actually participated in, like the times I helped dogpile invective upon Shaun King, Saira Rao, and/or Alyssa Milano (among others), I would understand. But they specifically said it was the tweet where I inferred that Anthony Fauci deserves to be publicly executed and hung upside-down from an unfinished gas station by his ankles.

I disagree with their judgment. That was just my opinion. I resent the label of “abuse”. Show me where I wished harm upon somebody or degraded them. People died because of this asshole, man. Real people, people you knew. People lost mothers, fathers, grandparents, brothers, sisters, children, and best friends. And not just people, either. Beagles.

I merely tweeted what a lot of people were thinking, took the resultant beating, and carried on as before. Now Twitter isn’t even called Twitter anymore, and the type of people who’d report me for “abuse” all fucked off to Bluesky with the pederasts and Tesla-trashers. Advantage: Matty Boy.

Since it was clear that treating Fauci as I would any other public figure in his position was not allowed, I stopped paying attention to him, and my life was totally unaffected. The punchline of my personal COVID saga came when Joe Biden, literally stumbling out of the lamest presidential administration in American history, pardoned Anthony Fauci.

Or rather, his autopen did. Or his wife. We don’t get clear answers about anything from 2020 to 2024. Or, why exactly Fauci had to be pardoned. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you can’t be pardoned if you’re not formally charged with anything. Jeffery Epstein had a fraction of the influence over our lives compared to that of Fauci, but people care more about Epstein’s client list than they do about the fact that we are all victims of crimes against humanity perpetrated in part by Anthony Fauci.

Looking back now, I get it. It’s less stressful and unpleasant to gossip about demon-worshiping pedophiles secreted in Hollywood, than it is to dwell upon the cause of a horrific period of time in our lives when we lost too much. We don’t want to talk about Fauci because it brings it all flooding back again, rubbing salt in wounds that will never heal. That’s admittedly a different kind of victory, but a victory all the same.

I count myself lucky to have emerged alive on the other side of this thing; you should too, clearly you’re alive if you’re reading this. We’ll always have survivor’s guilt, because of everyone we lost, but that’s the thing; we have it together. Whether you had to get the vaccine, or you just did anyway, you’re still here, alive, right now. This is the best I can do, as far as amnesty and forgiveness. We are all scarred, but smarter. We won’t get fooled again.

Now we can close the book on it and get on with the task of keeping on. Take my advice and leave the judgments to the courts. You and I have better things to do.