In the 80s and 90s a key to ending the homophobia (and also fighting the HIV/AIDS crises) was as simple as people having natural interactions with people who were gay. I experienced this also as a Jew. One of the most insidious elements of Covidianism is segregation because it
allows for those who have mass marketed this lie that the unvaccinated are unclean. Like all forms of xenophobia that have ever been fueled by hate, the moment people are given the chance to see how irrational this is is the moment they meet and talk with and destroy the
dehumanization tactic lead by our corrupt administration and its enablers. My point? Remember something very simple.
Remember their world of identitarians is an illusion. We beat it before and we will again. A step in this direction, and this is not a small one, unmask your children. Think about why…the importance and necessity of this step will be as clear as day.
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I need to add one more thing. I recently read some tweets by a man who teaches at NYU medical school. He teaches ethics. He teaches ethics at the same school I paid thousands and thousand to attend - the only school I wanted to attend.
And what does he do? He mocks,
the unvaccinated. He belittles us. He thinks it is ethical to scoff at bodily autonomy and he feels it is just to teach this to his students.
How did we get here?
“Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor
Im gonna get personal for a moment. There’s a lot to be afraid of. There’s a lot to feel angry, betrayed, hurt and even ashamed of.
But there is one thing that I think about every day.
Im an only child. My parents are in their 80s. Leaving their home is not an option so
as I share this personal fear please don’t say to me “just leave.” Please. It’s complicated, but it’s not a choice I can make. I won’t leave them behind to these wolves. So…what scares me?
I have a rare condition called CRPS. I got it after a surgery on my ulnar nerve (basically the funny bone) a few years ago. I was lucky. The same day I was going to go see the surgeon for a follow up to what had been a very successful and easy surgery I picked up a plant…
I really do believe there is a lot that the Bitcoin advocates and innovators get right.
What they seem to miss over and over again, to me, is the problem of stickage and the natural way trade works, despite the crap that goes on behind the scenes, for most there is an ease and
a familiarity and a simplicity that Bitcoin *seems* to belittle when it’s addressed. In a real way, this makes Bitcoin seem more aligned with a cold, elite banking system than a real solution - especially for those most vulnerable.
At one time people talked about Bitcoin in
a way that almost anyone could understand. Now? Seems like that’s faded a lot and it’s falling into the same patterns and unfortunate habits that all “expertise” has. It’s gotten cold and that excitement that got those passionate about liberty excited seems to have been replaced
I got to meet a Golden Retriever yesterday. His name is Luke. He’s 8 years old and was rescued by his owner when he was 3 months old and together they now live blocks from the site. akc.org/expert-advice/…
Theres something about Luke. He’s cautious, protective, kind, and timid. He’s a little jumpy. He stands with his four paws on the ground at the WTC in a way that makes you wonder if his hips might be troubled. His owner told me later that they are just fine. She didn’t know
about the dogs of 9/11. Shes the about the same age I was when the buildings fell. When I told her she and I both couldn’t help but look at Luke. There’s something about him. It’s like he knows and somehow he’s where he should be - it was a remarkable thing to experience.
There’s an outdoor bar at #wtc now. It plays music that fills up the nearby space around the site. The first I heard was The Piano Man as I kept walking from St. Paul’s Chapel down toward the water.
I found myself there and, despite initial reactions to the surreality, as I walked back into Manhattan I found that place is in fact…well, right. It felt right. It also allowed me the time to drink a glass of wine in memory of my friend and …of a lot.
I hit record when some songs came on both for my own keepsake and to share privately with some who were part of that time in this city when we were just starting our adult lives and horrified that so many just like us had theirs cut short- often the best amongst us.