The Past is Prologue

Allow me to re-introduce myself

Good morning to you and yours,

This is DJ Day from The Invent-Ory Substack. I have had numerous additions to my email list in the last few months and so I wanted to drop a line and say hello.

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Based on what sold out that week, The Invent-Ory is an account of the #COVID “pandemic” from the perspective of a stand-alone hardware store in the middle of a conservative community in a very liberal city. #BostonMA Chapter 1: Masks (2/25)

inventory.substack.comChapter 1: Masks (2/25/20)And So It Begins

The Invent-Ory is a book. You may start at chapter one here, or start with the audiobook here.

There have been numerous addendum and podcasts since I have finished the book.

Exploring the Inventory: The United Based of America

The book is about C-O-V-I-D from the perspective of a hardware store in the middle of Boston, Massachusetts, perhaps the most liberal city in the USA.

PROLOGUE:

In Boston, I was living the life of Riley and then… Donald Trump was elected.

When Trump was elected, Boston lost its collective mind. As far as the pussy-hat march went, millions collected on the Boston Common. Everyone in town went to the march, and when I say everyone, I mean every one.

Except me.

This was Boston Common.

I decided not to go join the sprawling throngs swarming downtown. I had work to do at home and thought to myself: “What good would it even do, anyway?” And that’s when the whisper campaign began: “Is David a racist?” “Is David a Trump supporter?” “Where’s David?” Etc.

A few weeks later I showed up at work in a red stocking cap. A Patriots football team “Do Your Job” red stocking cap. A good friend of mine (at the time) approached me from behind: “I knew it was you, I KNEW you were a Trump fan!” He seethed. “What are you talking about?” I asked him. “The red hat!” he exclaimed.

I explained to him that it was a Patriots hat.

It didn’t seem to matter.

(Bear in mind, this was a close friend who had known me for well over two decades.)

Soon enough, I was asked not to come into my job. I had created an electronic music school in the middle of Cambridge, Massachusetts. We had trained and graduated hundreds of people in the art of making music with your laptop, kids of all ages and people of all sizes. We had developed a city-wide music festival featuring bands, DJs, and musicians of all kinds, really. We were awarded proclamations from the city, we had welcomed foreign government authorities, and we developed relationships with agencies from around the world. (Much of the evidence of this has been scrubbed from the internet by the Marxists who took it over.)

I was informed that I was no longer welcome at my job as I made people uncomfortable. (We were starting a “Beats by Girls” club, which was for transgender youth. Despite my objections.)

I did have a mighty fine cat, however.

And on it went. I was starting a steady diet of red pills at this point, and one by one my closest friends had to reject me. In private they might say they approved of my stance, but publicly, they had to reject me. As a music promoter, DJ and fan, I had amassed a large social media following--which started to quickly erode. My climate change bubble had burst, my loyalty to a progressive ideal was vanishing, and I quite honestly had grown fond of Mr. Trump--especially when he started calling out the fake news. As a former Editor-In-Chief of a local newspaper, I found that to be sincerely honest of him.

And so, I could not find work. I would apply for many different jobs that I was qualified for, and would be rejected time and time again.

My wife at the time ran a successful social media company, which I helped her start. She would not hire me. I was persona non grata.

She would go on to cheat on me with an old friend of mine. And then, in January of 2020, she dumped me. All of my friends had now left me behind (save one).

So the only job I could find in town was at the hardware store down the road in South Boston. The owner, like any small business owner, was a Republican, and so he found sympathy in me. I loved the job. I am a people person, ultimately, and I found the service of the work very rewarding. Helping people brought me great satisfaction.

And then, C-O-V-I-D.

And this is where our story picks up. In the store, week by week, as we sell out of different items. The Invent-Ory tells the tale of our contagion from a very logical and statistical point of view.

I find it might be a good way to confront the confusion in a very simple manner, as it must be confronted all the same.

And so

Chapter 1: Masks (2/25/20)

Or:

PODCAST: Chapter 1 - Masks (2/25/20)

Enjoy.