I CAN’T. I can’t with the mental gymnastics. I’m sick of it. I can’t deal with it. I know, firsthand, that our city is NOT having some Sort of massive “BED SHORTAGE” — without doxxing myself, or my ex—he has DAILY census numbers ... anytime I EVER try to give our city the truth, I’m met with “”well, what the fuck kind of doctorate do YOU have?” Goddamn it. I’m so sick of it. I’m NOT an MD, you got me there, you massive cunts. But both of my brothers are. And my ex-hubs is. And we’re ALL on great terms. So I KNOW the shit. And I work DAILY, with RNs, LPNs, PTs, OTs, we are one of the only healthcare companies in my area that hasn’t caved to the mandate. FUCK this mass psychosis. I don’t know how to fight it. Gotdamn. I’m so frustrated, frens. SO fucking frustrated.
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This. My favourite tactic is to act as confused about Everything as they are and slowly introduce doubts or ask the right questions to get them thinking. Someone is 10x as likely to believe something if they come to the conclusion themselves
I agree. Approach the normies as a fellow normie. Ask questions via Socratic method and when introducing redpills, act as if it is pure observation or "have you heard about...?" or "have you noticed...?" I've had far greater success with normies this way.
I used to be a playwright for community theater. If I was still doing that, man, would I want to be a fly on the wall for your conversations.