Anyways so I finally got vaccinated/microchiped/marked with the number of beast.

Took awhile mostly because I wanted the J&J one, as the Moderna one put several family members on their ass for several days, and I have some qualms about the mRNA tech being used (mostly revolving around possible auto-immune reactions down the line)

.So far, not much in the way of side effects. Sore arm, mild headache and tiredness. Honestly a hangover feels worse.

Part of my general withdrawal from the internet and politics in general is over how fucking retarded the politicization of this has become. Both sides, left and right, literally hurt my fucking brain with how stupid, shrill and violently tribal this has become, with the common strain being that if somehow the other side was forced/coerced to act a certain way, all this would be over.

Of course, a guy like me who has reservations, but got vaxxed anyways is “evil” to both sides. What can I say? Yeah, I don’t trust rushed novel technologies, but having my lungs permanently fucked up by the flu three years back put the fear of God in me regarding nasty respiratory viruses (not enough to stop smoking, though).

Anyways, forcing vaccinations and masking or just letting it all rip in a re-opened society isn’t going to fix a thing. Look at India, look at Brazil. Those two variants are just ones that we know now. This novel disease is going to keep on mutating and evolving. Sooner or later it will elude the current vaccines available. Means of transmission may change. Some variants will likely be worse, some more mild. Pandora’s Box has been opened.

This is with us now for the foreseeable future. No, it is not smallpox or the bubonic plague. But it is a disease which will occasionally go through the elderly and infirm like the reaper’s scythe, and weaken a portion of healthy, perhaps a week for most, but much longer to permanently for others.

I remember an article I posted back at the start of this. I wish I could find it again. It was by an older British writer who took this as a call against the hubris of modernity. We will again learn to mourn the dead and contemplate our own ephemeral mortality. If this is anything, it’s a clarion call for humility and acceptance of both what is feasible and what is inevitable.

I fear that after a year, most have not learned that lesson.