I just updated the “About” page on the site, and took a little look at my recent posts—most from about two years ago. I’d forgotten about how fired up and cynical I was about the coronavirus and the vaccine.  I know these aren’t exactly shining examples of calm and level-headed writing (or, in the case of the podcast, speaking), but I’ll leave them there as evidence of where I was.

I don’t think I was far off with much of those opinions, and I haven’t changed my stance on the events that began to unfold in March 2020, but I certainly don’t feel so angry or afraid anymore.  At the time, I felt like a solitary voice screaming against a thousand people all telling me to be quiet and that I’m crazy.  Not a good feeling!  I was afraid for myself and my family.  I was afraid that I’d have to take an injection in order to access goods and services or bring home income to support my family.  I remember thinking at one point that I’d do it if I had to, as long as the rest of my family could get by without it.  I’d go earn the money and go to the grocery store to buy the bread.

I’m not so afraid anymore, and I’m not so concerned with what other people think.  Back then it seemed like the tide of public opinion would make or break the future that we all must live in, and if we couldn’t all agree that people shouldn’t be coerced into unwanted medical procedures, then we were doomed to become slaves incapable of growing food or reproducing without approval and assistance from the State.

I think I have more confidence now in myself and my family and God, such that whatever happens out there in clown world, I know that we will be okay.  And while the writing is on the wall as to where the social engineers would like us to go, there’s still time to be an old-school human exercising free will and creating things that machines will never understand and can never control.