VAXXING IS SICK

Yesterday afternoon, I walked to the high school near my house to do some sprints. When I arrived on the school grounds, I saw a teacher with whom I had been friendly for twenty years walking in my direction.

I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I thought he might thank me for having written a personal message in a card I had mailed him when his father died, suddenly and in his sleep, during that time. Many such deaths seem to be happening since the vaxx crusade began. Probably just a coincidence.

But perhaps because the teacher knows I’ve criticized Coronamania and the vaxxes, instead of smiling as in years past, his face stiffened as we approached each other.

Someone had recently told me that, despite taking four shots each, this teacher and his wife had gotten Covid twice. He might have suspected that I knew this.

I remain angry enough about all that’s happened over the past 30 months that I’m not ready to be sympathetic or gracious, especially toward public school teachers who got plenty of unearned money while schools were closed, and damaged the lives of kids, who depend on sharing school time with peers to grow, socially. I’m also disgusted by anyone who misinformedly demanded that everyone submit to these lousy shots.

It’s been not only predictable but cosmically just to see so many vaxxers come down with an illness seemingly facilitated by shots that the “liberal” vaxxers stridently insisted that everyone take. Remember when they were sure that the shots would keep you from getting sick and spreading infection?

As we reached each other, I extended my hand in greeting and said, “Hey, you’re not gonna give me Covid, are you?”

As we grasped hands, he grimaced and “I already had it.”

He didn’t admit the twice part.

Scarcely breaking stride, and not appreciating my insolence, he quickly released my hand and walked past me toward the girls’ soccer game on the main field. The game provided an easy excuse to avoid any ensuing discussion. I would have calmly asked him if he knew what Antibody Dependent Enhancement, Original Antigenic Sin or VAERS were. I might also have asked him about the studies about ADE, including the recent one from Japan. And about why he thinks so many people he knows who are vaxxed got sick anyway. More coincidence.

As he walked away, I called out, “That’s because you vaxxed.”

I’m a Dale Carnegie dropout.

Sustaining his escape velocity and without looking back at me over his shoulder, he snapped his left hand angrily and proclaimed, “Kept me out of the hospital!”

Plainly false. He’s a non-overweight jogger in his early fifties. He had near zero chance of hospitalization, unvaxxed. But facts haven’t counted for 30 months.

For over a year, the sickened vaxxers have taken refuge in the Panglossian “woulda been worse” nonsense. Do the personnel who administer the shots make the injectees sign a form saying that if they get sick, they have to invoke that phrase? Or do they make injectees watch a training video, like those ones that HR shows people at work, with role-playing actors who self-assuredly invoke that shopworn lie? If so, does such a video have a quiz at the end, where the injectee must answer the question “What should you say to others if you get sick after vaxxing?” by selecting option C: “I would have died if I hadn’t vaxxed!”

There probably isn’t a vaxxers’ training video; it only feels like there is. Most likely, this blindly devout vaxx support just derives from the daily NPR/NYT/CNN/PBS propaganda onslaught.

The formulaic—and utterly unscientific—vaxx apologists’ knee-jerk “Woulda been worse!” is just ego over facts. It hurts the vaxxers too much to admit they, and their political party’s leaders, have been wrong about everything for 30 months.

I briefly imagined of the vaxxed who became ill telling themselves while they laid sick in their beds, “Yes, it would have been worse without the shots!”

That is some truly fervent, blind faith.

I wonder if, during their quarantined convalescence, any of the injectees were reminded of that Animal House hazing scene when the paddled frat pledge implored each time he was perversely paddled with extreme prejudice on his bare backside, “Thank you sir, may I have another?”

Looking at the teacher’s back as he quickly opened more space between us, I couldn’t help but add, “I got no shots and I didn’t get sick. And I won’t.”

I know many people would love to see me get sick and die of Covid. I don’t mind people rooting against me; I kind of like it. I prefer to be disliked by some people; it shows that I stand for something and that I’ve touched a nerve. I also like to defeat people’s expectations and ill wishes.

Rooting against me here will only disappoint the haters. I’m gonna be around for a while. I’m uninjected, and therefore have an undamaged immune system, an uninflamed heart and no weird blood clots.

Not only are the sickened jabbers unwilling to admit that they were wrong, they won’t even engage in dialogue. I thought liberal educators, especially, were supposed to encourage rational, open-minded inquiry and the application of reason to facts. Here’s a liberal Civics teacher unwilling to practice the open-minded discourse that he preaches.

The truth doesn’t matter to the Corona fearful. Only stubborn emotion and tribal identity do. And somehow, the vaxx tribe has unquestioningly, fervently supported these unneeded, experimental, harmful Pharma shots since the 2020 elections.

They’re true believers. In a Bright Shining Lie.