Dilbert’s Scott Adams Admits He Was Wrong About COVID, But Misses the Crux of the Issue: the Cross

By Jason Scott Jones Published on January 26, 2023

First of all, let me thank Scott Adams and applaud his intellectual honesty. Like the one leper who bothered to come and thank Our Lord for healing him, Adams stands out from the crowd. As the Gateway Pundit writes:

Dilbert creator Scott Adams came out before the 2016 election as a big supporter of then-candidate Donald J. Trump. …

Adams has done it again in a tweet today. Adams shares that the anti-vaxers clearly won. He says it over and over. He shared that the anti-vaxers basically didn’t trust the government and corporations and that is never wrong.

Adams shared that he took the vax and because he did he always has to wonder whether something bad will happen. He humbly admits the anti-vaxers won and this most likely will not change.

Watch for yourself:

https://twitter.com/i/status/1616949618725781506

 

From Smug to Humble

Adams has the integrity to admit that during the COVID panic, he took the position of trusting the experts and drinking the Kool-Aid. In fact, as I remember, he did so rather smugly, wielding all tools of his considerable skill in rhetoric and persuasion. For doubting the word of men like Anthony Fauci that benefited companies like Pfizer, he made you feel stupid and small.

And now Adams is penitent, and not too proud to admit it. Like most of our elites and many in our churches, he let himself be gaslit into accepting a public health dictatorship, which suspended our basic rights, suppressed our speech, destroyed our economy, and violated our consciences.

Millions of Americans were forced to choose between losing their livelihoods, or taking a vaccine they rejected because of its intrinsic links to abortion. Or because it had been rushed into production, and never properly tested. Or for other rational reasons which they had every right to act on us as free Americans. And few of their churches would even stand beside them.

Unlike our elites and our churches, Adams has the decency to admit that he was wrong. God bless and keep him. He has won back our respect.

We Didn’t “Win.” Nobody Did

But he’s also missing the point. Or rather the crux of the issue, which is just a Latinate word for “cross.” And that’s why he thinks that we in the Resistance to the public health dictatorship imposed on us via COVID have “won.” And of course, we haven’t.

In the tragedy that unfolded across the world thanks to that Chinese bioweapon and crass Western complicity, there were no winners. Only victims, criminals, and prophets without honor. Those prophets aren’t celebrating today, doing end-zone dances in the ruins of Jerusalem. Instead, like Jeremiah, they’re weeping, heartbroken that they were right.

We Begged, Pleaded, and Lost

We begged the Trump administration to develop a pro-life vaccine, not dependent on organs ripped from the bodies of still-living abortion victims. When Trump’s people didn’t even bother to try, we mourned that.

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We winced when our pastors and bishops and even our pope cast aside basic Christian ethics to endorse a ruthless logic that the “end justifies the means.” We went ahead and filed conscientious objections to the vaccine, without the backing of our pastors. We learned to stand on our own.

We warned that the lockdown policy was unprecedented and unjustified, as irrational as those in the Middle Ages who “fought” the Black Plague by scourging themselves in the streets. When our governments went ahead and ran roughshod over the Constitution to impose such a policy anyway, we mourned that.

Death, Jail, and Tyranny

We wept for the liberties lost, for the children cooped up without friends or lessons, for the small businessmen bankrupted. Many of us tried to help, in what small ways we could. When thousands of vulnerable people, terrorized and isolated, committed suicide, we wept for them at their funerals. One of my best friends, despairing after months locked up in his home, jumped to his death from its balcony.

When the lockdown in remote Hawaii proved as catastrophic as I’d predicted, I was forced to sever my roots there and move my family to safety. We weren’t laughing but crying, as we waved goodbye to friends whose well-being we worried about. We didn’t “win,” Mr. Adams. When I got arrested for protesting the lockdown in Hawaii, and assaulted for exposing the fake COVID testing that Hawaii’s public health dictatorship was staging as theater, that wasn’t my idea of leisure. Those handcuffs, that jail cell, were real.

People like John Zmirak and I warned that the massive collapse in food production would lead to starvation among the poorest of the poor. When that turned out to be true, we didn’t chortle in self-satisfaction. We mourned the dead and prayed for the malnourished, victims of a disease they never even caught.

When healthy athletes worldwide drop dead of heart attacks, we don’t high-five each other. We pray for them.

When the mass censorship justified by “saving lives” continues to silence free speech and open debate today, we don’t grin and feel vindicated.

In fact, we don’t feel like winners at all. We feel like losers, because everybody lost under the public health dictatorship, including the Big Pharma executives and Fauci-style hacks, who may well have lost their eternal souls.

We wonder where we went wrong, what tactics we might have tried that would have prevented all this destruction.

And then we remember that this, too, is the weight of the Cross. And we think of the Resurrection. That’s finally the only comfort any human being can take in this, our vale of tears.

 

Jason Jones is a senior contributor to The Stream. He is a film producer, author, activist and human rights worker.

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