As I watch the people protest
And I read the homemade signs
I decipher what they’re thinking—-
I can read between the lines—-
As they shout their catchy slogans
Till they’re nearly out of breath
What they’re saying (and not saying)
Is quite simply “I choose death”
Though they’ve seen the grim statistics
And the doctors’ best advice
Wearing masks is such a hassle
That they’d rather roll the dice
Thinking odds are in their favor
They prefer to trust their luck
And if others pay the piper
Well, they do not give a fuck
“It’s my choice” to strain the doctors
“It’s my choice” to spread disease
“It’s my choice” to, through my actions,
Bring the country to its knees
It’s my patriotic right to
Freely exercise my will…
“If I die, well then, I die” means
“If I kill, well then, I kill”
I started this one a few days ago and forgot about it. Saw it today and thought I’d have to throw it away, that the moment had passed and I had missed it.
Then there was yet another fresh-from-the-oven video (no, I won’t link it) of a woman from Cleveland refusing to wear a mask and refusing to leave a business. She took the video herself, and this is not her first such video. From her language, it is clear that she has been reading/watching some of the myriad conspiracy theories; I’m sure she thinks she is better informed than all the people begging for her to mask
up, or step outside, or have even the remotest iota of care about the well-being of those around her.
She’s not stupid. She’s not mentally ill. She’s the product of a subculture that fosters such belief and such behavior, and that subculture will be a large part of why school openings will fail, sports at all levels will be forced to cancel, supply chains for food and medical goods will be compromised, and basically the shit will hit the turbine this fall. As if it hasn’t yet.
I wish I was wrong. And that’s saying something; I was wrong once before, and I didn’t like it.