Me too. Lucky?? I dreaded going to work because of being ostracized for not being jabbed. Life sucked for a good 4 months because my husband and I put everything on the line and held our ground against the experimental poison that we had dutifully researched at the threat of losing our livelihoods. This person was probably someone who judged others for not running to the nearest Jabby McJabberson to get the precious vaccine. I do not feel sorry for you. You had every bit as much time to research and make a calculated decision, but instead went with the herd and believed the government and Big P(harm)a. This diatribe is just another way of evading responsibility for their own actions. Sorry, but you had me until you said I was lucky.
Good friends moved out of state to avoid the mandates. Upended their entire lives.
People have lost everything.
We weren’t lucky, we were cynical at first, then Suspicious, then awake. It didn’t come easy. We’ve been screamed at, spit upon, othered as second class citizens.
We’ve seen the ugly side of the mob stirred up w fear and hate and absolutely sure of their superior status. They were all wrong. But I won’t forget the ugliness. This letter confirms the ugliness still exists— the humility, grace, and admitting their folly hasn’t come yet for all.
I won’t laugh, cause that’s not my style. But until I get some real mea culpas... not really caring. Consequences are important for greater wisdom.
Me too. Lucky?? I dreaded going to work because of being ostracized for not being jabbed. Life sucked for a good 4 months because my husband and I put everything on the line and held our ground against the experimental poison that we had dutifully researched at the threat of losing our livelihoods. This person was probably someone who judged others for not running to the nearest Jabby McJabberson to get the precious vaccine. I do not feel sorry for you. You had every bit as much time to research and make a calculated decision, but instead went with the herd and believed the government and Big P(harm)a. This diatribe is just another way of evading responsibility for their own actions. Sorry, but you had me until you said I was lucky.
Good friends moved out of state to avoid the mandates. Upended their entire lives.
People have lost everything.
We weren’t lucky, we were cynical at first, then Suspicious, then awake. It didn’t come easy. We’ve been screamed at, spit upon, othered as second class citizens.
We’ve seen the ugly side of the mob stirred up w fear and hate and absolutely sure of their superior status. They were all wrong. But I won’t forget the ugliness. This letter confirms the ugliness still exists— the humility, grace, and admitting their folly hasn’t come yet for all.
I won’t laugh, cause that’s not my style. But until I get some real mea culpas... not really caring. Consequences are important for greater wisdom.