Uncertain_Tea 🇺🇸IFBAP🇺🇸 (@Uncertain_Tea)

Dear Lefties: I'm every bit as capable of doing proper research as you are. So don't come at me saying your personal research is better. You personally are not a doctor, nor a scientist. Don't tell me science is never wrong, because the Earth is not flat, the O-ring didn't hold up for the Challenger, and women are not a 'weaker sex'. Don't call me a conspiracy theorist and make it taboo to question you, the government, doctors, or anyone else - because the Tuskegee Experiment happened, alcohol WAS poisoned during prohibition, and AIDS was the gay disease - all according to the government, the science, the doctors, and the so-called experts. Don't tell me it can't happen here, because it can, it has, and it is far more likely to again than you apparently think. My parents physician advised them NOT to get the shot - and they have zero underlying health issues. If you believe the shot is safe, take the jab. If you think your mask is a cape that protects you, then I'm happy to let you do you. What makes you an asshole is that you want to call me a killer, or a conspiracy theorist, or a danger to you in your bubble, because I saw the facts and derived an alternate conclusion from you. You want to restrict medical care, let people die, and chuckle at Jimmy Kimmell from your isolated bubble. So, how about you clean up your own house of shame before you start pointing fingers? Because NOTHING about that is okay, under any circumstance. Nor is forcing a mother to choose what an 'acceptable risk' is - a shot that lists death, paralysis, and debilitating illness as a known side effect, or a disease with the same possible side effects. You're not a better parent, or person, or human for your choices, and neither are you worse. The biggest difference between your side and mine? We respect your right to choose, and you want us strung up or FORCED to make your choice. Sig Heil. I'm shot free, mask free, and Covid free thanks to my antibodies and immune system, proper hygiene, and common freaking sense. It's called personal responsibility. Get some of your own and stay out of mine.