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I spent yesterday (Thanksgiving) with my vaccinated, mostly liberal family. I, and my children, have not taken the vaccine, nor shall we. We made it through the entire day without really discussing politics, and the only talking we did about the vaxx was my uncle talking about the horrible effect his third shot had on his body. He wasn't concerned about the nightmarish effects he described at all. I pretended not to notice the Parkinson's disease level shaking and tremors in his hands when he cut the turkey. This is new, and I hope it is short term for his sake. My other family members, undeterred, are planning on getting their boosters next week.
I had hoped that the cracks in the narrative that people are reporting on JMG's open covid posts may have started to get through to them. My hopes were utterly in vain.
I sat back and enjoyed my day as best I could, given that I think my family has basically lost their minds. I have no idea if there will be mass deaths or disabilities from the vaccine, but I have now seen with my own eyes family members who have been harmed by it, and they either can't or won't acknowledge that it is happening.
Similarly, all of them spouted the Democrat party/ liberal propaganda take on the Kyle Rittenhouse case, misstating essential facts that were revealed in court with a frankly bizarre uniformity. They repeated media soundbites verbatim, as though the talking heads of the media had somehow possessed them and were speaking through them. I was frankly unnerved. In that moment, my family seemed like a bunch of pod people.
This didn't happen the whole time, and I am grateful that my family didn't ask about my vaccination status, or inquire as to whether my kids would be getting the jabs. It saved us all a very uncomfortable conversation that I have chosen to not have with them. My mom asked me once awhile back if I'd gotten the vaxx, I told her no and that was the end of the conversation.
It seems that my family has accepted my decision, and I have no choice but to accept theirs. I wanted to ask my mom if she was really sure she wanted the booster, to try to talk to her about some of the research I've done... but it would be futile. To her, I'm just a wacky Trump thumping conspiracy nut I suppose. We are probably lucky we've been able to relate as well as we have over the past couple of years.
As I said goodbye to them, these constant fixtures in my life, my family, my blood, I was struck with the strong premonition that this was the last time we'd all be together. I'm glad we had a good time. I hope I'm wrong.
I had hoped that the cracks in the narrative that people are reporting on JMG's open covid posts may have started to get through to them. My hopes were utterly in vain.
I sat back and enjoyed my day as best I could, given that I think my family has basically lost their minds. I have no idea if there will be mass deaths or disabilities from the vaccine, but I have now seen with my own eyes family members who have been harmed by it, and they either can't or won't acknowledge that it is happening.
Similarly, all of them spouted the Democrat party/ liberal propaganda take on the Kyle Rittenhouse case, misstating essential facts that were revealed in court with a frankly bizarre uniformity. They repeated media soundbites verbatim, as though the talking heads of the media had somehow possessed them and were speaking through them. I was frankly unnerved. In that moment, my family seemed like a bunch of pod people.
This didn't happen the whole time, and I am grateful that my family didn't ask about my vaccination status, or inquire as to whether my kids would be getting the jabs. It saved us all a very uncomfortable conversation that I have chosen to not have with them. My mom asked me once awhile back if I'd gotten the vaxx, I told her no and that was the end of the conversation.
It seems that my family has accepted my decision, and I have no choice but to accept theirs. I wanted to ask my mom if she was really sure she wanted the booster, to try to talk to her about some of the research I've done... but it would be futile. To her, I'm just a wacky Trump thumping conspiracy nut I suppose. We are probably lucky we've been able to relate as well as we have over the past couple of years.
As I said goodbye to them, these constant fixtures in my life, my family, my blood, I was struck with the strong premonition that this was the last time we'd all be together. I'm glad we had a good time. I hope I'm wrong.