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Month: September, 2021

An Irritated Rant About the Fact that you DO NOT HAVE A MEDICAL EXEMPTION

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I am getting pretty fucking tired of this Anti-Vaxx merry-go-round that seems to be spinning faster and faster.

First, the excuse was that the vaccine was made too quickly. That was quickly addressed by the decades of research, the three phases of clinical trial and the billions of doses administered safely worldwide so far.

Next up is the “I don’t know what is in it” bowl of nonsensical horseshit. Check your aspirin bottle. Or the box on your last heat and serve meal. You can’t pronounce the ingredients listed there nor do you have any idea what most of them do either.

Oh and the moral objection to fetal cell lines because you are pro-life? That fetus died fifty years ago, no cells that were from a living breathing human were ever used in vaccine production, you seem to have no moral objection to systems that were built on exploitation or racism that make your life better, the Pope says it’s ok and honestly just fucking STOP IT.

But my favourite, MY FAVOURITE is the medical exemption.

You don’t have a medical exemption. You jut don’t. I don’t give a fuck what your herbalist or crystal dealer or woo-fuckery practioner says, you just don’t.

I don’t give a fuck if you have eczema, or had diaper rash as a baby. I don’t give a fuck if you had a concussion once upon a time or once had a heart palpitation or maybe you’re going bald. Your saddlebags don’t count and neither do the bags under your eyes. And your concerns about side effects are nothing compared to the side effects that are awaiting you due to your utter stupidity and willingness to die on a hill of ignorance.

You are completely full of shit and grasping at straws, and at SOME POINT, you are going to run out of football field and will have nowhere left to move the goalposts.

CBC ran an article today about a woman with “chemical sensitivities” and is squawking that the medical exemption scope needs to be expanded. Maybe it does and maybe it doesn’t, but I’ll tell you what: I can’t handle the smell of oven cleaner or a regualar dose of Ativan either so my chemical sensitivity is pretty high too. Good thing the vaccine is made out of shit that breaks down in your body quicker than a hit of ecstasy or valerian root tea instead of paint thinner and formaldehyde or whatever the fuck you think you know about it but don’t.

It’s fucking BALLS that pretty much every person I know wailing about medical exemptions or worries about fertility or however else their anxiety disorder is choosing to manifest have not even SEEN their doctor to discuss their concerns. They have self diagnosed and based their decisions on the propaganda they see on the fucking internet: which has been perpetrated by crackpots who stand to gain financially from the amount of traffic on their websites BUT have zero background in reproductive biology or biology of any kind. If your car broke down, would you take it to a bank teller to get fixed? Pull your fucking head out of your ass. Get information from people who have verifiable information to give you.

So no. You don’t have a medical exemption. Reasons to not get vaccinated, other than ignorance and downright bullheadedness are exceedingly rare. You have concerns and questions- which may even be valid, but they are questions for your DOCTOR. Who you haven’t seen yet. And who knows better than you do because of the whole medical school/residency thing.

Go see your doctor. Stop listening to uneducated Doomsday preppers living on farms and fucking their cousins. This is stupid.

9/11: 20 years later and it feels like we’ve learned nothing

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20 years ago today most of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing when we heard the news. We watched the footage of airplanes hitting the Twin Towers in New York City, at first believing it was a horrible accident and tragedy, and then the horrific realization as the following planes hit that it was an intentional act of harm set in.

I was in my early twenties, not particularly interested in politics or world events as I lived the life of a young adult tempting freedoms and poor decision making and figuring out my place in this life. I remember the shock and grief I immediately felt as I pulled over on the side of the highway and sat there, stunned and in tears, trying to make sense of how you could have enough hate in your heart to want to kill not only thousands of people, but sentence whole families to a lifetime of questions and sorrow while causing an irreparable change to the world. I sat there and silently mourned the loss of life and the naive belief that most of the time, good prevailed over evil.

And yet, we also witnessed some of the most heroic and selfless acts of love of all time. We watched how sometimes, even during our worst moments we are able to push away our differences and support one another the way we should be. We watched people put love into action when that was the only way to get through the most challenging moments of their lives. It always amazes me how humans are capable of rising above all the bullshit and coming together during times of acute crisis.

As I reflect on September 11, 2001, I think about our pattern of behaviour and wonder if we have truly made any progress or learned enough from that day. In a lot of ways, the opportunity of what is one of the biggest tragedies to ever occur in the world to become better as humans seems lost.

9/11 showed us exactly what the results of extremism of any kind results in. It showed us what intolerance and hate does and the following destruction that seems inevitable. It showed us what while we are capable of unity and compromise and love we are somehow incapable of sustaining it.

We were shown so many things, but we weren’t really watching, were we? Not all of us anyway.

Have we really learned anything in 20 years? Have we done any better?

We continue to divide ourselves out of selfishness and greed and the prioritization of our individual beliefs over the best interest of our communities. We impose extremist views from both sides of the political spectrum on one another and refuse to concede a single fucking thing. We choose personal hills to die on that harm others because we are more concerned with being right than doing what’s right.

9/11 was a tragedy of epic proportions. The loss was monumental and despairing and preventable. It didn’t happen in a vacuum, we just didn’t really notice because the pot of water was heating slowly ( thanks for that analogy Margaret Atwood). And here we are, 20 years later, with a different sort of tragedy unfolding over the last 2 years and we are doomed to repeat the same mistakes as humans over and over again.

As we watch memorials today and see the images of the heroism and love mixed in with the sorrow of that unforgettable day 20 years ago, remind yourself that we have a chance to live up to the way we temporarily came together back then. We can take care of one another and remember how to put others ahead of ourselves in a crisis. We can choose to love above all else or we can choose idealism and selfishness.

Choose well, be well. Don’t let trauma of all those that survived New York City, those that didn’t make it, and the pain of their loved ones be another empty lesson that we continue to ignore.

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