TL contends that the first crucial step on the long road back has to be attitude adjustment.
Recently, where I work, because nothing I’ve written has ever been a commercial success and I like work, I ran into a Covid questionnaire at a customer’s business that I recognized as corporate required nonsense and for a while, not wanting to intervene in the relationship between these businesses, just sort of filled it out without divulging any information to which they had no right to obtain, basically, no, no, no, no, to get on with work. Sometimes I just wouldn’t, but every time I did, it grated on me. I resented it and finally, with a representative of that business standing there, expecting it to be filled out, having noticed that unless someone was there, I wouldn’t, I told him I resented it and he told me to leave. I expected to get fired over it. It was a big customer, a large part of our company’s income was derived from that source. I was grilled on why I didn’t just shut my mouth, fill it out and get on with work. My explanation was that I just couldn’t, it was wrong and if they had to fire me, then to get on with it.
Later, having kept my job, I was sent back. I refused, admitting that I hadn’t changed my mind and wouldn’t and sending me back there was just going to start it all up again. They did a work-around so I didn’t have to, but later still, they sent me to another facility for the same company. Braced for the clash, I entered and was quickly informed that those performing my task only had to sign one sheet and that was all job-related safety information, JSA to those who do them regularly. (don’t get me started on that)
None of us want to lose our jobs over this stupid, inane bs, but we have to be willing to risk it. This is how our successful society has been destroyed to replace it with the irrational, illogical commands of some quasi-authority, by failing to take these risks. Others have, the military washed a bunch of them out over it.
Now that it’s been revealed how deep the rot is, how it’s creeped into every corner of our world, it’s time to start being much more aggressive in defending one’s own rights. Question your doctor to find out how much of the pandemic he actually believes in; ask how much money he’s received from Pfizer or others. These are legitimate questions from someone asked to place their lives, literally, in another’s hands. Take the same aggressive belligerence they demonstrate into these interactions. If we want a free nation where individuals have rights, it’s obvious that we’re going to have to fight for them.
As emotionally and mentally draining as confrontations can be, I understand that few will want to take this advice, but it’s the only way. Maybe not every instance all at the same time, but something, somewhere. I’ve been lucky, I haven’t had to go through any of this before, because if they demanded I wear a mask, I refused to go there. If they got in my face over it, like they did at the post office one time, I got back in theirs citing that they were just following “advice” and that there was no law that required it. They promptly lost the package I mailed, the only one they’d ever lost. Forcing them to resort to that cowardice, that inability to do their job with integrity, was enough for me. Plus, we moved.
It’s in these battles that we must fight, until the great volcano, that’s currently building across the globe, erupts. When it finally does, all of this will be inconsequential, mere survival will be on everyone’s mind. One highly-connected and brilliant commenter recently remarked, “we will be counting our wealth, not in dollars, but ounces.”
All through the FauxVid scam, I refused to wear a mask, period. Even when I had to make a delivery inside the main hospital branch in CLT, I flatly told the security guy at the front door who tried to deny me entry unless I wore the Mask Of Cowardice And Submission, I didn’t; after a few minutes of arguing back and forth, the guy eventually handed me the stupid, grimy germ-catcher and told me to just carry it with me, so as to cover his own ass if anybody inside called me on it. They didn’t.
In fact, the one and only time I’ve ever come close to donning the MOCAS happened only a few days ago, as I was trying to pick up my insulin and other ‘scrips from the pharmacy I use for the purpose. I raised such a loud, intense ruckus with the lady at the front desk over their mask requirement that she actually went so far as to call the cops on the scary, one-legged, crippled old man. When the Gaston County Sheriff’s Deputy walked in the front door and over to me, I looped the thing over one ear and announced to those duly assembled that this was as far as I was willing to bend over for them. Whereupon Offissa Pupp laughed himself sick, slapped a thigh so great was his mirth, told me hey, that’s fine, and walked right back out again without saying a single word to front-desk bint.
From conformable to confrontational? Yeah, I believe I’m good with all that. In fact, I highly recommend it.