STRIKE UP THE BANNED!

Restrictions yet reign in NYC

Howdy friends and others curious!   

I'm BACK and I'm a' gonna try to be better about writing regularly (or "regular" in proper "Daisy speak")…. So first the update…

NEWS FROM BANNED LAND…

As you may know, the road OUTTA  Hell is also paved with good intentions and much procrastination. We are still HERE in the now-Rotten Apple (formerly an object of our deep, if waning, affections). We are now way behind in rent and on those pesky utilities bills that have gone obscenely up and up and up (while the city sleeps…), all because my hubby STILL cannot go to “the orrifice” due to not submitting to the notorious clot-shot injections (oh yeah, one is no longer good enough to open the magic doors). 

We’re fully intendin' to get outta here but are not yet packed (30+ years of stuff don't help make it easier.. ) an’ things still ain't lookin' promising either in the above-mentioned orrifice (no changes in the no-jab-no-job policy) and despite the mumbo jive from our politicians… I’m still home educatin' my kiddos as always ('nuther story for another time…) but I’ll say they are grateful to have had this time to be with friends and our little group of friendly outcasts.

First it's important to know (as the press won’t say so), that NYC is basically STILL fully banning us unjabbed and unmasked pariahas despite the so-called "relaxing," as it were, of the “Key to NYC” restraints.  Lipservice from Hizzhonor the "Mayah"has resulted in very little being restored as of now.  (The Mayah now being Adams…and… wait for it… this is now Adam’s APPLE… yuk yuk…couldn’t resist…)

Daisy here's younger daughter still can't go to dance class (not just at her former primary studio but she’s barred from ALL the major NYC pro-level dance studios (Steps, Broadway Dance) as they all still require the jab for all kids over age 5.  I'll add that some of those jabbed-only classes still require masks. Sane people do not dance in masks which make people PASS OUT. So anyway, this erstwhile kid-performer also can't participate in any auditions, singing events, theater camps or programs…this was her life, now it's gone. It remains GONE.

Imagine being a young-un (she's just turned 14) and having the rug pulled out from under you like that.  Hard for me to offer cheery upbeat thoughts or zen philosophy especially when her very much jabbed peers are getting roles and are back on stage… for now at least, so ‘t’ain’t fair.

If I sound bitter, ya heard right. At times I am indeed feeling bitter than the dandelion greens that are good tonic for "our livers" though we try not to stew in the bile.  Such feelings are fleeting (as are thoughts of wanting to scream UNFAIR and FOUL very loudly up to the heavens…) but real.

Daisy here is still an optimist and somehow I'm gonna find a way to get myself ( tho I cain't audition neither, fer what it's worth..) and my ever-lovin' girls their lives back—but I jes' don't know exactly how yet.  I know it's a gonna get worse before it's better.  Sigh… For the younger generations, time wants to be savored more, preferably without the boot-on-the-face trick.

Like many we know, we also ain't lucky-type Clampetts that struck Texas Tea (oil), so we got no $$$ to move to Tennessee (or other parts freedom-lovin')—an’ Californey is NOT the place we wanna be (either).  Plus, for the time bein' there’s a need for us to stay in NY state (involves very boring but essential state-based special needs and medical supply funding for my older kiddo who has ASD). 

But the bottom line is that NOTHING in NYC is being relaxed but the sphincters of the homeless onto our sidewalks and subway platforms---despite Hizzoner's fancy speechifying. (Gross I know, but this IS the case and it's foul and a breeding ground for typhus, plague, gawd knows what…) 

Given the ghettoization of we the unjabbed…we should be outta here by now… despite the difficulty of leaving the home we’ve loved for decades, despite city collapse… or prolapse as it were (see above)…

That “Key to NYC” was one of those fakeroos made of mortician's wax (vintage prison film escape plot point).  They said we could have the key back, so to speak, but forgot to mention that it was only the IMPRESSION of giving back a key (like you make in wax, an impression). Nobody will unlock our invisible jail cell doors now…And just wait, they'll figure out another way to throttle the humans into lockdown again—mark my words!

So what about that Key, Lee? 

Well, I think we can FINALLY get coffee now (at select joints only after nearly a year of being a leper….) as arbitrary discriminatory dining rules are yet fully in place, just made optional… Do non-New Yorkers know this? Places can STILL require jabs and many DO—too afraid and accustomed to compliance to relax previous regulations one bit. Then again, my former favorite haunts went outta business over a year ago so the idea of sitting down to an over-priced coffee isn't nearly as appealing. And who’ll go with me now as many friends who haven't dumped me full out (plenty have) still won't sit across from me indoors even if I'm permitted entry…  Fraidy cats (sez Daisy).  I ain’t sick—but I represent THE UNKNOWN I guess. So gotta ferget that key, Make a New Plan, Sam. (If you foller me yer likely to suffer through a lotta musical references—former "deejay" here, lover of all things musical and musicale!). Get on the bus, Gus! (that’s us! we gotta git already!)

More on Mayah Adams fake key “fandango”…

Well, there’s still NO Theater of course.  The only real theater in NYC is Covid Theater.

I'm sorry to report this, again, not widely known (even to my Ma in the midwest). And for a family that ONCE together took ongoing advantage of every possible opportunity to see live beautiful theater here, on and off the Great White Way*,  this situation sucks (eggs). 

We were part of a community (so we thought) that seems (now) blind to our existence—purposefully to tell truth.  Formerly "fellow" actors, composers, dancers, musicians and others in the biz show off their upper-arm bandaid proof of purchase stickers and proclaim virtuous solidarity and togetherness (and the DIE motto—diversity, inclusion, equity which sounds good but is also crapola on rye) while they full out exclude healthy uninjected humans of all colors, races, genders and political affiliations—and jeer us while they're at it.  I've seen the jaw droppingly catty Colbert's chipper vaxxine dancers:

I've witnessed the mega-mean (but undeniably talented)  Randy Rainbow:

whose Tango-jab jingle is a hot mess of malevolent musical curses directed at us, the woefully uninformed “anti-vaxxxerz,” and I’ve endured a passle more of theatrical, musical, and comic sketch media all (mis-)directed at us “purebloods,” a term that simply means unaltered by the covoid vaxxines.  Now clearly such so-called "micro-nay-macro-aggressions" (they’ll never tell me I “can’t take a joke”) which seem to be big time, all the time, satire demeaning us the unjabbed… don't make the mighty yers truly wilt one bit, but golly gee I DO wish more satire was properly directed at the truly evil puppeteers that deserve it and not at us fellow humans and—ghasp—we fellow thespians, artists, etc. (fwiw, I DO give hearty props to always-funny comic JP Sears and the hilarious Babylon Bee!)  

Would these pesky pandemic pundits care to giggle at those sickened (permanently), at those dropping dead from the jabs, and at the devastating death tolls for babies and kids from these experimental treatments?  It's only a little prick sez Randy.
BUT NO, sadly, these performers are the oft-nasty little pricks steering the ship for the bigger pricks whose names they likely don't even know (On the Good Ship “Glo-bal-ist”… ).  Sadly, I bet they would not weep at the very real and tragic casualities; the level of vitriol and the lack of any modicum of compassion or empathy is palpable—because pumping your uninformed self-righteous fist or pinkie for the greater good gets too many screw-youtube “likes” to prompt a look at REALITY (or Vaers vaxxine injury database…)… (SIGH)

   *re The Great White Way—it's a classy term about bright electric bulbs, NOT about skin color ya dim bulbs!—Daisy is purdy much against banning names, places, statues, eatables and other such-like……

So I do go on about theater a bit as that WAS my “home.” But of course it's not just theater from which we outliers are banned… it's all shows musical in nature too at this time (no concerts for the unjabbed! no opera without a THIRD booster!), all dance (so much for the ballet…), and literally so it goes now with most of the things that were once "part of our world” (cue the following—as we might AS WELL have fins, ya know)

…which is not an un-apt song to reference as a huge sacrifice and risk-taking would need to happen in order for we-the-unjabbed to rejoin that former world…  possibly losing our very lives, definitely losing our VOICES as part of the bargain.  (The song's from The Little Mermaid wherein we hear how the mer-world has forbidden all things human as being bad and dangerous… Sound like a bit of familiar bias and propaganda?  Ariel must, sadly, sell her everlasting soul to be "part of that world" and she dies in the original. Friends, for one time I'll hope for a happy Disney ending to our own story! We certainly should not have to DIE if we want to participate in the arts, right?).  In the meantime, many of us (many of ya'll here too) will not risk our health and futures or that of our children to rejoin "our worlds"—be it one of theater, music, sports, teaching or things far from the arts but all so important to humanity.

As of mid-March 2022…

Most museums and galleries still require jabs OR proof of negative tests.

MOST venues relaxing jab rules STILL require (get this) PROPER Masks—which is WORSE than it was prior to the August '22 "diktats"— No longer can we oxygen-needing air-breathin' human "beans" wear sneaky breathable mesh or copper or less air-obstructing gauze cloth (all cloth is disallowed!) let alone bandanas, chainmail or bi-valves or what have you (such crapola we bought or crafted and were made to put up with due to a need to do somewhat essential stuff like buy groceries and toilet paper…). 

NO NO Nanette—the museums, galleries, and other joints now insist on REGULATION MASKS—N95s and others (only the ones with toxic chemicals of course..  like THIS and THIS which also happen to trap noxious anerobic bacteria and give ya headaches and impetigo and carry DISEASES that'll get ya sikker).  NO we will NOT.

When the word went out about the relaxing of some of the regulations I thought we'd check out a new NYU Gallery show of Pompeii Roman Frescoes but here is what'cha get:

So there's nothing like retiring future young, potentially talented performers at age 12 and make them sit out this dance…and the next one…and the next.  Nothing like making a formerly welcoming so-called "Theater Community" a bunch' a hypocrites full of virtue-signaling followers… with literally NOBODY on the inside (at least here in NYC) standing up and saying NO this is WRONG. (A few outsted unjabbed performers like former Rockette Heather Berman are indeed speaking out but basically nobody inside is doing so…not a one.)

So friends and farmers, New York is still only open to the jabbed with many venues still requirin' the roosters (cock-n-bulldle boo) as even one or two ain't enough to statisfy them. (So shame shame on the MET Opera—no nosebleed seats for us!)

May I end on a corned-beef n' wry note?… "That's Entertainment!"

Daisy Moses, signin' off until the next one!