I'm looking for a job. Just made an Indeed profile yesterday, and I got a message today for a position I won't be considered for without vaccination.

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Of course, you don't actually believe in your inherent god-given rights. They are privileges to you, and you've taken for granted all of your life that courts would defend them for you. Well the time is nearly now, and the government is here, and they are coming for you. They will take your teeth and your claws, force you into a cage, and tell you when to bark and where to piss. And every single time you comply, even a little... every inch that you give... brings this day closer.

The macro solution is to form militias, groups of the like-minded, who can support and defend each other. And in time, with dedication and moral fortitude, your children's children, in a place much smaller and further away from where you are now, may be able to gain back a small bit of what has been lost to you today.

But that too is too much for you. It is the dream of a coalition of the alone and the afraid. You are too dependent, too isolated, too distant from your fellow man. It's how we've come to live... So you will go from job to job, hoping to be left alone and ignored, just a little longer, just enough to get by... the world growing a bit smaller and more hostile to you all the time... and you will give in. You will have to, eventually. The pressure just too great to bear... and you will wear that mask. You will get that jab. You will say the right words and step to the dance, and expect to be welcomed back into the light. Only to find that there is no music... no great debate, no gala, no party, and no dance. They are as sad and lonely and scared, angry, and miserable as you ever were at your lowest. There is no coalition of the subjugated. No great community to be welcomed into. There's no reward for what you sacrificed. Only the dream of what was and could have been, as you spend the rest of your life cultivating weak knees and a supple spine. And as you lie alone, abandoned by the world that was, you will wish that you had acted differently. You will wish that you had never given even an inch. You will wish that you had died tall and proud and angry. /fin

TIL: You should go join a well armed commune, or trade your laptop in for handgun and find your nearest senator. Maybe both.

This is of course, a violation of your human rights. The micro solution is to assert them, by force of arms, just as you would to anyone trying to take those same arms away from you, force you out of your home, or tell you what you can say and do. Of course, you don't actually believe in your inherent god-given rights. They are privileges to you, and you've taken for granted all of your life that courts would defend them for you. Well the time is nearly now, and the government is here, and they are coming for you. They will take your teeth and your claws, force you into a cage, and tell you when to bark and where to piss. And every single time you comply, even a little... every inch that you give... brings this day closer. The macro solution is to form militias, groups of the like-minded, who can support and defend each other. And in time, with dedication and moral fortitude, your children's children, in a place much smaller and further away from where you are now, may be able to gain back a small bit of what has been lost to you today. But that too is too much for you. It is the dream of a coalition of the alone and the afraid. You are too dependent, too isolated, too distant from your fellow man. It's how we've come to live... So you will go from job to job, hoping to be left alone and ignored, just a little longer, just enough to get by... the world growing a bit smaller and more hostile to you all the time... and you will give in. You will have to, eventually. The pressure just too great to bear... and you will wear that mask. You will get that jab. You will say the right words and step to the dance, and expect to be welcomed back into the light. Only to find that there is no music... no great debate, no gala, no party, and no dance. They are as sad and lonely and scared, angry, and miserable as you ever were at your lowest. There is no coalition of the subjugated. No great community to be welcomed into. There's no reward for what you sacrificed. Only the dream of what was and could have been, as you spend the rest of your life cultivating weak knees and a supple spine. And as you lie alone, abandoned by the world that was, you will wish that you had acted differently. You will wish that you had never given even an inch. You will wish that you had died tall and proud and angry. /fin TIL: You should go join a well armed commune, or trade your laptop in for handgun and find your nearest senator. Maybe both.