By the way, got my two COVID-19 shots long ago, as did everyone around me (family, friends, acquaintances), and nobody of us got killed in the process, nor had miscarriages or violent urges to abuse random substances which your vet uses for unfrequent diseases in big livestock. Neither had the extreme feeling of needing have to consume chicken antibiotics or a fucking disinfectant older than the Queen Elizabeth the II herself, just for the sake of rowing in the opposite direction. Here, masks were used everywhere out of common sense until a couple months ago, and we don't need a couple of policeman assisted by a tracker dog to stomp our heads for respecting such convention. It's not that hard. One only has to insist in behaving like a functional human, instead of a woo junkie.

Way to go Brandon.