Member-only story
The Virus Day 46, Dimondale, Michigan
All well. Cloudy, rainy and cold today, again. We did not do much yesterday. Brooke made a fabulous egg and hashbrown bake for breakfast though. We all sat and ate together for the first time in a while. Always good to do that more often than not.
Oh boy. I have a friend out west that has seemingly lost his mind. (And this is me talking here.) Ya know, I love a good paranoid conspiracy about “the man” as much as anyone, but I think my friend needs to get a blood test.
I think he’s in the later stages of syphilis dementia.
#wrongrevolution, my old friend.
The fatalistic and cherry-picked scientific ridiculousness he’s now spouting is stuff that even that Alex Jones would fly a spit take at.
I’m not mentioning his name out of the last vestiges of respect I have for him. I have no intention of calling him out directly or replying to his latest bullshit emails.
As I’ve said, I’m done trying to convince anyone of anything now.
In the age of information, ignorance is now willful in any case.
Particularly so for someone like my friend that was smart enough to be a practicing … medical pro. I won’t detail which field, but he’s had far more medical education than me. Nevertheless, he has now chosen dark…
