On our way to breakfast at our favorite maskless diner here in FL, we passed a mostly African-American church in the poorest part of town. The cars were lined up, and we see this often, when they have a funeral. Upon closer exception, we discovered that citizens of a city that should know better, many of them senior citizens, were lining up for COVID jabs. I noticed the ambulance was on standby in the parking lot on our way to the restaurant. On the way home, I noticed that the National Guard was directing traffic.

I have a beloved elderly aunt and uncle on each side of my family who took the jabs. My cousin had two daughters pushing it, and they kept her imprisoned in her home throughout 2020--a woman who lost her husband after years of caretaking of my grandmother, her mother, her father, and her husband, and she survived healthy enough to enjoy life, and they basically shut her away and kept her in fear. Her only living son and I were the voices against the vaccine, and when she contacted me, she said, "Well, I had smallpox vaccine when I was young, and you and the kids had the polio vaccine." At that point, she'd had the jab, and I didn't want to say anything else that might frighten her. My uncle has been afraid from day one. We buried my aunt just before the country went into lockdown. My cousin is a nurse, and she researched and they went out of town for the shot. She took one with him. I'm praying that they got a placebo or an older flu shot versus the horrors they're injecting in people now, but I'm preparing myself for losing my aunt and uncle within this year as well.