Rules were meant to be broken…it makes us feel wicked, rebellious, and alive
Rules of war?
Something stirs in us viscerally when we break the rules. Cities, countries, and entire continents have been won and lost by people who broke the rules.
Rules of war? Could there be a greater oxymoron? War itself is breaking the rules. The rule of being civil to each other…even complete strangers.
Think about this…countries get so upset over a shipping lane breach or military exercise or a false flag, they send their 18-year-olds thousands of miles away to go kill other 18-year-olds because they’re told they’re the enemy, but are just horny teenagers who speak a different language and are following orders.
Masks and vaccines
I have a master’s degree and love to read, study, and think…I say that not to be narcissistic, but I have some concerns over the potential long-term effects of these vaccines, does that make me an ignorant fool?
I’m having cognitive and emotional dissonance, not over why people are questioning science, but why they’re NOT?
I grew up liberal and progressive and was of the generation where we blindly obeyed science and our doctors.
If our doctor told us the cure to our illness was cutting off our own arm, we’d ask to be fitted for a prosthetic.
I initially wore a mask religiously and have been vaccinated and boosted, but this whole damn pandemic, there’s been a little voice in my head saying we’re going about this the wrong way.
We were crucifying people for not wearing masks, yet it’s impossible to effectively socialize indoors — particularly while eating and drinking.
People I consider immensely intelligent and reasonable were losing their shit over someone taking down their mask to insert food or liquid into their oral cavity.
I got the vaccine, but I never felt comfortable attacking those who are dubious about it — some of whom are family.
While it appears safe, we are the guinea pigs in the sense of not knowing the long-term effects until we live long enough to find out.