People make decisions every day. Some of those decisions are fairly trivial, others have long reaching effects. Occasionally the consequences are very obvious. One example is deciding what to eat for lunch. You choose to eat a steak, and down the hatchet goes. Other times the consequences are hidden because the effect is not felt until far into the future. The original choice is long forgotten, yet still has results.
Continuing the lunch example: one day a person is diagnosed with type II diabetes. How did this happen? It’s the result of a bunch of bad food choices over decades. No single meal ruined insulin sensitivity, yet millions of potato chips and rolls later, their blood sugar is too high.
Who’s fault is it Lord Beetus visited them?
There are several degrees of responsibility.
Some things are truly nobody’s fault. Natural disasters are good example. Nothing an individual can do will redirect a hurricane away from New Orleans. Type I diabetes is the same way. It’s a short straw.
Some outcomes can be influenced by individuals. The hurricane is nobody’s fault, but letting equipment decay absolutely is. Specific people in the city are responsible for allowing the infrastructure of New Orleans to fail in two separate hurricanes. There is a certain poetic justice when one of these people’s houses is washed away. But the vast majority of New Orleans residents can do nothing about the idiots in charge not maintaining the city. But they bear responsibility to clean up what remains of their house, or to move on and start over. This rightly pisses people the fuck off.
And finally there are outcomes completely under an individual’s control.
As soon as an individual learns how they can mitigate a negative outcome, the mature and responsible thing to do the damn thing. No, it’s not fun. No, asspats are not incoming.
There is no excuse for anyone to stay a type II diabetic. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Information about how to maintain stable, healthy blood sugar is plentiful. Those who choose not to, take their chances. Eating is a choice, and they are free to make any choices they want.
Choices and responsibilities should be a source of comfort, not dread. If your actions caused the situation, more action on your part can negate it. You ate your way into type II diabetes, you can eat your way back out. Type II diabetes is not a progressive disease unless you allow it to be.
From a consequences standpoint, it is a self-contained problem. High blood sugar slowly kills the body: amputated limbs, failing kidney function, retinal neuropathy, and eventually death. Others around them are burdened, but the acute consequences are personal. The diabetic cannot shift gangrene and blindness to another person. Likewise, no other person can affect their blood sugar.
In other words, it’s their choice and their responsibility. The diabetic has a few choices. They can either deal with it, accept the consequences of letting their health slide, or whine about it. Only one of these fixes the problem. But none of the three actions affect those around them directly.
What happens when an individual shifts the consequences of their actions onto others? We get New Orleans after a hurricane.
These people are losers.
Losers spend more effort explaining why something isn’t their fault than fixing the problem. The longer they are enabled, the more people they drag down with them and the worse the consequences become for more people. Losers expect other people to clean up their shit. If this happens on a societal wide basis, we end up in clown world.
That’s what happened in the coof wars. We were all expected to do our parts to slow the spread. Pretty quickly we realized the main victims were the elderly, people with other health problems, and the morbidly obese. Everyone eventually gets old, which is no one’s fault. In fact, we celebrate aging with birthdays! Very few people objected to the concept of protecting the elderly. Sacrificing them was wrong and deliberately killing grandma will ripple through society until the current generation passes away.
Health problems may or may not be the individual’s fault, and they may not have any influence over them. As long as the general public was not expected to put their lives on hold, most were sympathetic. Keep this point in mind as you read. Only a psycho would coerce an immunocompromised person into a room full of coughing people.
The first justifications for lockdowns and masks were the elderly and immunocompromised, but quickly fatties were added to this list. Because a butter golem refused to put down the donuts, your kid had to wear a mask for two years. Because somebody with cancer might be in the grocery store, you had to get the jab. Karen’s health was your responsibility. Your health became Karen’s choice but your responsibility.
Instead of accepting personal responsibility and consequences for their health decisions, they outsourced outcomes to society at large, no matter what the cost. And boy, are we paying the price now.
But there’s another group of losers who deserve scorn, because their choices have become our problem. We are expected to clean up their shit, too.
Every adult who took the jab had a choice. Tickerguy’s recent Ticker points out that 60% of the jabbed do not develop N protein immune recognition, so they will get reinfected over and over again. What this means is covid is here forever. It will not ebb and flow on a 4 year cycle like other Corona viruses because so many people are susceptible to it. Because these morons took the jab, we have to live under authoritarian, draconic, soul sucking mandates until we either burn mother fucking clown world down or they all die.
You bet I’m pissed. These dumb ass’s decision materially affects everyone in America. From the constant threat of mandates to doing Jabby’s work while he’s out sick for the fourth time this year, I am fed up. Every time one of them talks about a “disease of the unvaccinated,” or bitches that the new variant is putting vaccinated people in the hospital, my frustration grows a little more. Every time one of these whining losers blames another person for getting sick, my sympathy wanes. These feelings are cumulative, they aren’t receding.
My anger is not directed at any particular individual. I actually like a bunch of people who got the shots. Almost all of my work colleagues and social circle did. But the jabbed as a group? Fuck them. Even if they did the calculus and decided the clot shot was better than the coof. Too many of them did it, so all of us have to live with the consequences. And worst of all, there are enough vaxxed to successfully shift the responsibility to the purebloods. And for that both of my middle fingers are forever in the air towards them all.
Just like no one single meal creates a diabetic, no one single individual ushered in clown world. But too many shitty, carby meals and too many clot shots later, here we are.
For the rest of my life every time I see an event that requires proof of vaccination, my patience will shrink. Every time some random person on the Internet posts about another booster to comply I resent the whole group more.
You could have refused, instead you knuckled under and did it. Now I’m paying the price for your stupidity. Fuck you. If you had a backbone this would have been over in a week. It would have vanished like a fart in the wind.
Enjoy the silent frustration while it lasts. When that overflows, the rage begins. And I’m not the only one out there.