When turds rain down they rain down in threes.
Earlier this week I received a lovely little email from my cousin regarding their coming wedding.
They waited until the last minute to spring this shit on us. What joy. Needless to say, I will not be attending because I am not RNA-polluted and I KNOW they would make it a thing when it doesn’t need to be a thing. But that is beside the point. Let me explain with simple logic.
- If neither of us has been injected, we can both give each other the coof.
- If one of us has been injected, we can both give each other the coof.
- If both of us have been injected, we can both give each other the coof.
These are simple, basic facts that EVERYONE can agree on because they are published by both sides of the propaganda machine AND the lunatic fringe.
THEREFORE… gatekeeping with a coof passport or proof of injection is 100% pointless, useless, choose your synonym for “not worth doing at all” and strictly becomes a dick move.
Depending on the motivation, or perhaps not, it then becomes pure virtue signal. Shame on you asshats for using your wedding as a fucking virtue signal, you arrogant fucks. And then you go on to say it’s FOR THE CHILDREN! The ones at literally the lowest risk factor. If you really cared, you’d refrain from having an event at all.
But no, it goes on. GIVEN OUR PROFESSIONAL POSITIONS (ahhh, yes, out comes the hubris and masturbatory self-congratulation and pathetic attempt to undermine any dissent before it starts– they are both lab people) WE FEEL RESPONSIBLE
Let me stop you right there. Get down off your high fucking horse, you saviors of humanity. Once again if you feel responsible DON’T FUCKING HAVE A BIG PARTY OF PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE COUNTRY.
Now I am not against the injection, on the whole. If you want it, that is your business. You do you, I do me, let us have a beer together and not give a fuck about our private personal medical choices. Personally, and medically, I do not want it. I have a hard enough time fighting kidneys that never worked right and blood pressure that would outright murder any of you weaksauce knuckledraggers. I’m one of those people who is too mean to die. But both I and my doctors are fairly certain that the shot would do it, and we both agree it is best to avoid. (personally I think it’s poison but hey I used to work with a famous rock star who once snorted a line of ants and we got along, so whatever floats your boat man)
I am not against masks either, on the whole. Personally I don’t bother with one, and why should I? Whether or not they actually help is irrelevant– the majority of people who wear them don’t wear them right, and the rest who are super into it fail to commit anything resembling hygiene otherwise. They touch their face and hair and everything else and go around acting like they are invincible, and this gives EVERYONE ELSE a harder time trying to stay safe. It’s called osmotic risk assessment, and it’s the same thing that causes kids wearing bicycle helmets to suffer from more fatal injuries than those who ride unprotected. Yes, it is a real thing, look it up. TLDR: people think a little piece of plastic makes them invincible and they act accordingly, endangering both themselves and others.
The mask is therefore theater. The shot is therefore theater. Vax passports are, as we established with our little 3 column proof above, absolutely theater. The way people act makes all of it 100% pointless. The best, and only, thing you can do is take impeccable care of yourself, wash your hands and everything else like a neurotic germophobe, avoid touching things like a neurotic germophobe, and generally try to live like Bubble Boy.
…but I digress.
So I contacted my cousin and told him we would not be attending. But like a true covidiot, he ignored context completely and took it as an insult to his Lord and Savior the Almighty Vaccine…
I rather like this one. It gives me a hearty guffaw. He did not reply. Good riddance.
It will fill me with so much mirth when I hear that people got the coof at his party. Just like the 74 and counting who caught it at Obama’s party of “sophisticated, vaccinated” A-listers.
The following day I got notice that a convention I was to attend next week would require proof of injection. Joyous occasion.
And then I got news that my aunt and godmother has succumbed to the last of her dementia and has stopped eating or drinking. She has been transferred to hospice care (in California) and having lost patience with my moron family (how in the fuck did I receive any IQ points from this gene puddle?) I made a snarky comment about “Will her funeral require fucking covid passports too?”
Which my asshole brother replied “I should hope so.” Bla bla droning on about some bullshit excuse why it is a good thing when all it accomplishes is theater. My uncle also took offense and went off the deep end, conflating me with “dumbass Bubba white power racist bastards” and wishing death to all Republicans. And added, “People who play Russian Roulette and threaten my grandchildren by doing so get no pity from me.” Then he gave some eugenicist George Takei quote, as if that will help matters.
Wait a second, who is the one playing Russian Roulette? How am I threatening your precious grandchildren? WTF planet have I landed on?
Covid has killed my family and replaced them with hostile, toxic assholes.
My honest assessment of all this (and I will likely be proven right eventually) is that all these people who got the shot and think they are bulletproof are now the heaving, shambling horde of plague bearing meatwalkers who are superspreading it to everyone else. The virus is not the problem; the global pandemic of osmotic risk assessment is.