i’m done with anyone who characterizes people who wear masks, social-distance and get vaccinated as “sheeple.”
i’m done with those who complain about wearing masks, as if having to wear a piece of fabric designed to stop the inhalation of a deadly virus was akin to torture. i’m especially done with the puerile idiots who compare wearing a mask to jews having to wear a star of david during the holocaust. it isn’t a mask these fools should be wearing, but a muzzle.
i’m done with those who, after a visit to the intensive care unit and death’s door, experience their moment of revelation that, yes, they are so sorry that they didn’t get vaccinated because — with the usual egocentricity and selfishness that characterizes anti-vaxxer sentiment — they could have died rather than, you know, the untold number of people their stupidity put at risk.
other than those with legitimate health concerns or compromised immune systems, i’m done with trying to understand, accommodate or politely tolerate anti-vaxxers, or those who are just too stupid, tuned out or unconcerned with the health and safety of others to get vaccinated.
i’m done with living life in limbo, with the hundreds of thousands of needless deaths and the hundreds of thousands more to come, with the travel bans, with the slow-motion unravelling of the economy, with the dispiriting and seemingly endless pattern of peak, trough and peak, and with the only variance in life coming with the arrival of the virus’s latest reincarnation.