Vexed about Vaxxing

I hopped on Facebook this evening and was struck immediately by a large post from Facebook asking me to share COVID 19 vaccination information. Unfortunately, the next thing I read was a post about a friend of mine passing away. I scrolled down a few more posts and saw a friend had posted he had been fact checked by “Independent Fact Checkers,” on vaccine business, which I find hysterical. I was getting politically agitated is what I mean.

A blog post on my opinion of the COVID vaccination has been rattling around my big Charlie Brown head since the very first mention of them a year ago. Then I saw yet another friend posting a pic of them getting their vaccination and the card. I really don’t get that, but I am angry and need to let some of it out somehow.

Before we get started hear this; I am not advocating, condoning, judging for or against these vaccinations.

If you feel they are safe and necessary that’s A OK with me, just don’t tell me I have to get one because I will not. Not at least without a few years’ worth of research. This is not a public service announcement for anti-vaxxers. I am just writing a personal story on why I do not want one. If you make it to the end you may or may not agree, but I hope you will understand and give some thought before you accept what our government has to say for our safety.

There are going to be some time gaps in this story as the events happened a long time ago. Names and many specifics will have to be left out, but I would swear to you or a court of law that they are facts. Some of the information is sensitive and overly personal, so I will only be specific about myself and use general, but factual anecdotes about other people and their issues to illustrate a larger point. It will make sense as we go.

In 1999ish I was an Active Guard/Reservist (AGR) at an F-15 Eagle unit. In civilian terms I was an active duty airman, but I was technically owned and paid by the Missouri Air National Guard. I had a unique position overseeing the building of classified facilities on our base as it pertained to physical, operational, and computer security. Wait.

Forget all that, except I was working in a fighter squadron for the Air National Guard. What exactly I was doing there is way too “in the weeds” if you will and irrelevant.

In those days the regular Active Duty Air Force fighter squadrons were getting burned out continually rotating through Saudi Arabia and Iraq. In the meantime, many active duty pilots had left the Air Force in a full time capacity and joined Air National Guard units so they could still fly fighters part time while they flew for the airlines in full time civilian jobs. It was perfect timing for the Air Guard units to start taking their turn.

My unit was notified it would be participating in a near future rotation through Saudi/Iraq. Thus we would all be needing our vaccinations updated to include a new series of shots for Anthrax. This was called the Anthrax Vaccine Immunization Program (AVIP). Iraq as we all remember allegedly had chemical and biological weapons. Anthrax was the main and probably only bio weapon vaccine the Dept of Defense could offer its faithful troops before we were in SCUD missile range. At least that is the story they told us.

Now I’d like to back up a few years. I enlisted in the Active Duty Air Force in 1992. Within the first week of boot camp I lined up with everyone else and I pulled up my sleeves and walked a gauntlet of two rows of Air Force medical people (not doctors) that pressed a silver gun that used compressed air to push a needle and an unknown fluid into both arms. This was repeated multiple times that day. Back then you still didn’t question orders, yes even in the Air Force, you just did what you were told.

No one told us what was in the shots no one asked what was in the shots. I mean it’s the government it has to be safe right? A couple of years later I was going to be deployed to Port Au Prince Haiti. This jungle vacation was going to require such an unusual and powerful set of vaccinations we were actually gathered into a special section of the hospital at Scott AFB and the vaccinations had to be overseen by doctors and nurses. This seemed odd when we were all used to the gun gauntlet method. This time we were allowed to ask questions and they were answered.

The medical staff warned us that about every virus, disease, parasite, or harmful bacteria known to man lived in Haiti. We were given vaccinations for Chickenpox (Varicella), Diphtheria-Tetanus Pertussis, Measles-Mumps-Rubella (MMR),Polio, Cholera, Hepatitis A-B, Malaria, Typhoid, and yellow fever. Whether we needed them or not according to our shot records. Unfortunately there were not vaccinations for Zika virus, Hantavirus, tuberculosis, and my personal favorite Dengue and/or Chikungunya or “Breakbone Fever.” Thusly named as the illness is so bad you feel as if your bones are braking.

Each shot I was given that day was labeled, but one. A large and unlabeled syringe was pulled out by a doctor and he asked me if I wanted both my butt cheeks to hurt as I had already received a labeled shot in one butt cheek. I cannot remember which horrible disease it was geared to. I do know it was created by Satan’s chemistry set in Hell and consisted of molten lava mixed with maple syrup and acid that instantaneously grew a huge and painful lump as it was being forced into my skin by a huge needle that looked more like a really sharp hose attached to a plunger.

“Well what is it sir?” I calmly asked the doctor. “It is a jungle cocktail,” he replied. I am no doctor, but that didn’t seem like an official scientific title for a vaccine. He went on to tell me that Haiti was rampant with viruses and diseases for which there was no cure nor even any reliable research done. A major one being what he informed us was called “Break Neck Fever.” It was carried by mosquitos who would then bite a dog. Once in the dog it was cooked into the nefarious fever. A wild dog bit a Special Forces soldier before we got in country. The soldier had a fever so bad he went into a seizure which caused him to break his own neck and he died.

Now, since then I have researched said break neck fever. It would appear to me what the doctor was speaking of was Dengue or Chikungunya which translates in Creole to “Breakbone Fever.” To my knowledge no US military person died from breaking their own neck before or during our stay there. Regardless the guy was a doctor, everyone else was doing it, and I didn’t want Breakneck Fever.

That said you’re probably thinking the dog bite fever was more of an urban or deployment legend. I would tend to agree with you except within the first couple of nights we landed and setup camp a group of us Security Police (Air Force version of Military Police we always have to be different) were ordered to go out at night and hunt and kill every wild dog we saw with 12-gauge shotguns. This was not due to rabies which I am sure they also carried, but the Army was also a firm believer in not getting Breakneck fever urban legend or not.

Before you get too Judgy McJudgerton on me, of course none of us, especially me wanted to go out and kill dogs. However, orders are orders. I hated it then I hate it now. I’ve lived with and around dogs all my life. It was heart breaking to gun them down, pile them up for Civil Engineering to dispose of and go out and do it again. There were dozens of packs of dogs on our base which was one half of the Port Au Prince “International” Airport. They would run right into our tents the chow hall etc. causing chaos and fear everywhere.

If you think that was bad, wait till you hear this. I only tell this story to illustrate to you just an inkling of why I distrust the government I swore an oath to kill and die for. This nameless and morally bankrupt group of people telling us to get Corona vaccines now are the same people who just mixed up a cocktail they shot into our bodies and then ordered us to kill all the dogs anyway.

One night as we were hunting, we heard gunshots in the distance outside of the base. Now every night before we went out, we radioed the Army, the UN troops, the Navy, and Marine personnel in and out of base we would be firing shot guns. It had worked the first 3-4 nights or so no problem. Then one night some Army troops decided to fire their guns in the air to let us know “hey we’re out here if you need backup.” We would shoot a dog they would shoot an M-16 or a Beretta 9mm handgun straight into the air just to let us know they were there. Facepalm emoji and I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to.

The officers and senior enlisted got together the next day and decided no more shooting the dogs. “Oh thank God,” we said. “Well you still have to kill them, you just can’t shoot them anymore it’s inhumane and it makes the troops outside the wire jumpy.” They couldn’t have people firing in the air or at each other by mistake when they heard our previously well announced shotguns.

So instead of inhumanely shooting the dogs which killed them instantly, they decided to build “kill traps.” These were essentially large wooden versions of the rabbit trap you’d see in Bugs Bunny cartoons. A great big wooden box held up by a stick with enticing bait hung inside box. When the dog went in the box we pulled the stick out trapping them in said box. You’re thinking, “ok then they leashed up the poor frightened dogs and took them to some wild dog reserve off the base.” No we did no such thing.

Each box had a small hole drilled in it. We were given hoses to run from the exhaust of our HMMWV or Humvees and four wheelers into the box to gas the dog to death. I am so sorry to paint this picture for you and please trust me it will give me nightmares tonight as it has often since the first dog I killed. Again this is the only way I know to relate to people how much and why I do not trust our government in any way, shape or form. The US Army turns out didn’t do any research into Humvee/four wheeler exhaust, in that it is not very potent. It would take anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour and a half for the dog to suffocate humanely mind you, to death. For the entirety of that 45-90 minutes you were gifted with hearing the dog humanely bark, cry, and try and scrape it’s way out of the sides of the box or dig it’s way out from the ground.

Sometimes the noises would stop and you thought the deed was done, only to lift the box and have the dog run or crawl out and then you started the whole humane process over again. Several of our 13 man/woman squad decided they weren’t up to the task, so those of us mostly according to rank, got to take their turns humanely gassing the dogs.

What on God’s green earth does this have to due with the COVID vaccine? Well isn’t it clear? No? Alright I’ll keep going. So, all those shots including the mystery shot, didn’t kill me just made us all pretty sick and sore the first few days. We also took with us anti malaria drugs like the infamous Trump drug Chloroquine first in tablets then in pills. As far as I know they worked like a champ, because I got mauled by helicopter sized vampire mosquitos every day for 93 days and 16 hours and never got malaria.

Are you thinking, “ok yeah you got a made up drug from the government who said you needed it. You didn’t get sick, no long-term effects.” “Then they had you murdering dogs because they said so. Still no COVID correlation.” Ok maybe not exactly, but you can see where I don’t like the insane orders, and these were just a couple. There are a lot more examples of having us do or let things be done that you’ll never hear or believe if you did.

Back to the Anthrax shot. I cannot remember what or who exactly started the argument against taking the anthrax shots in our unit. I am pretty sure I blindly allowed them to give me my first of six doses before the real trouble started.

For some background research the AVIP program distributed the anthrax vaccines from the one and only company that made them. It turned out the company that made the vaccine had been sanctioned by the FDA for improper production measures which resulted in “bad batches” of the drug the FDA did not approve, but the Dept of Defense decided to make mandatory anyway. I will footnote a lot of data on this at the end of the blog. Right now I am just telling you the story of what happened to me when I took a drug the government said was safe and mandatory.

At my Guard unit we started hearing about of Guard units getting sick and having odd and extreme reactions to their anthrax shots. Things like joint pain, breathing problems, memory loss, and other symptoms. My first dose made me feel like a zombie and it hurt my arm like hell. When the 2^nd dose was due several of our fighter pilots began to refuse the shots. The Air Force sent investigative teams to interview us all. Allegedly the 2^nd dose was causing some kidney failures at another unit. However, in the end we were given what was at the time a lawful order to take the 2^nd dose or be court martialed. The 2^nd dose made several of us even sicker, like go to the hospital kind of sick. I just felt even more zombie like and I wished someone would literally cut my arm off it hurt so bad.

Again a team from the Air Force Inspector General showed up and informed us they would be halting the Anthrax Vaccine Program for a bit due to all the complaints and complications and there may or may not be a dangerous and untested poison in the batches we were being given 1997-2001 or so. This is highly disputed by the government then and now. In 2001 I left the Guard full time to work at Boeing Phantom Works, but stayed in as a Traditional Guardsman or “Weekend Warrior” we hate that term, but I think everyone generally understands it.

Our unit was up to bat to head to Prince Sultan Air Base to take our turn enforcing the no-fly zone or whatever bogus reason. I digress. The Air Force had great news that they were sure the Anthrax vaccine had been fixed and all the bad batches thrown out. I was at about my ten year mark of my military career and they wanted us to get back on the vaccine horse. We argued, so they threatened court martials and dishonorable discharges. One Saturday of Drill Weekend I very unhappily took my third anthrax shot.

That Sunday was not great, but physically not as bad as the first two doses. I don’t think it was Monday, but one day that week I was at work a normal day. About lunch time I was thinking about what I needed to do before clocking out and going home. A weird thing happened as I thought of home. I had no idea where that was. I had completely forgotten where I lived. Not the address or the street name, how to get there, but everything. It was as if I had never seen my house in my entire life and we had been living there 3-4 years at the time. It was even near my old neighborhood as a kid.

I began to laugh it off at first I must just be having a “brain fart” and it was going to come back to me of course any second. It did not. About 2:00 in the afternoon I started to panic. I had no idea where I had been living for 3-4 years. Not the address, what the house looked like, nothing. Like I had never been there, seen, or heard of my own home ever in my life. To say this is an unsettling feeling way undersells it.

Quitting time was 3:00 and I had no idea where to go. I had to call my wife at work and ask her where we lived. I am not sure what she thought at first, I was already directionally challenged. This was way before the anthrax shots. When we lived at Scott AFB I used to hand her the phone to give directions to our St. Louis friends, but I knew my address and where I lived. This was not that. No Google in those days, so she gave me the address and turn by turn directions I had to write down. I thought for sure on the drive there it would all come back like a weird flash amnesia thing. It did not.

Turn by turn I had no idea where I was. These were streets and neighborhoods in North St. Louis County, MO where I had lived since the 5^th grade. This is where I went to school from the 5^th grade to graduation. I learned to drive, stayed out all night with my friends on these streets every day for years, and I didn’t recognize a single thing. I pulled into the driveway and still nothing. I guessed correctly on my house key and walked in and sat down as about as panicked as one could be.

In full disclosure by this point in my life I had had five head injuries. I had been knocked unconscious twice playing high school football. I was knocked dizzy in a car accident. At Air Base Ground Defense School with the US Army at Ft. Dix, a Ground Burst Simulator (GBS) had been dropped too close to my head. The GBS was essentially a non fragmenting explosive. It made a whole lot of noise and produced a simulated artillery round going off. I lost consciousness and went deaf for a day.

On patrol one night in Haiti we were chasing some Haitians that had crossed the wire illegally in a Humvee which I was driving in the dark lights out to not be seen. What was not seen was about an 8ft deep by 20ft wide crater we went head first in at about 45 mph. Seatbelts of course were for “p*ssies” so I wasn’t wearing one. I was wearing a helmet which was strapped, but so loose as to not to touch my chin because it was on average 112 degrees there day and night with humidity thick enough you could drink it. Inevitably my helmet went to the back of my head while my bare forehead slammed into to the rubberized bulletproof plexiglass. Split my forehead wide open and I was out for a few seconds my partner informed me. We kept that little accident to ourselves of course because no harm was done to the vehicle and it was really stupid to speed around the jungle in the dark like an idiot.

The football hits were diagnosed as concussions the other three I never had medical treatment for, but pretty sure I would have heard the word concussion. So my brain was already compromised I am sure, but I had never blanked out on something like this. It was scary. I did not equate it to anthrax at all at the time.

Either on another drill weekend or during my two weeks of annual training some stuff happened that shed the light on what was really happening to me. Two F-15 fighter pilots both with combat experience and thousands of hours in the jets had the same kind of memory loss I had had. One was stuck in the air for some time as he could not remember his landing sequence or call signs and what codes to use with the radio person in the FAA tower. Another one was stuck on the active runway causing air traffic to be diverted, because he could not remember how or where to park his airplane. Both explained it to me as I had explained the house thing to them. Like they had never done it before.

We all quickly recovered after each incident. I remembered my house once I started walking around it. It was like coming out of a fog or a drunken black out. The pilots had the same story. Soon there were incidents all over the base of people having memory problems as well as physical illness and maladies.

Each shot I took my arm would go numb as if falling asleep. There would be pins and needles and some pain then numb and back to normal. One day while driving to work both my arms went to sleep. They began to hurt so bad I had to drive with my knees I couldn’t hold the steering wheel. To speed things up I’ll go through the symptoms with you as they still are today. My arms, hands, legs, and feet randomly fall asleep and I have to open and close fists and toes to get them going again. I have trouble taking a deep breath without coughing and often have trouble catching my breath even at my top physical shape after the shots. I know I don’t look like much now, but I was an avid runner, cross fitter, skier, roller hockey player etc. I signed up for every crazy obstacle course run that came to St. Louis (when I wasn’t having knee surgery) as Pat Maroon put it, I was “chubby but effective.” Going to the St. Louis County Police Academy and being a cop gave me a whole new perspective on fitness.

When I was no longer a cop I craved adrenaline rushes. Thus the cross fit and Warrior Dashes. I am not bragging I am just trying to head off your argument that being fat and out of shape might cause the breathing thing. That was not it. Next came what I can only describe as a Fibromyalgia. When they weren’t falling asleep I would have terrible pains in my joints. In and out of the gym or just sitting still. Sometimes they wake me up at night.

Long long story a little shorter all of these symptoms not only correspond with other anthrax vaccine stories from 1997-2003 they also are the exact symptoms of Gulf War Syndrome or Gulf War Illness. Now keep in mind even after all the shots and BS I NEVER went to the Gulf. Ever. Supposedly Gulf War Syndrome is caused by being around burn pits and/or burning oil fields. I am sure that is true. However, what about troops that went to the Gulf, but never left the air base or an admin office? They were never exposed to the pits and oil fields, but still got sick. What about people like me that ended up never going, but still suffer Gulf Syndrome symptoms?

According to some research which I hit ironically researching the COVID vaccines, some scientists have concluded the suspect batches of the anthrax vaccine from 1997-2003 are the cause of many Gulf War Syndrome patients. Those vaccine batches were never FDA approved and in fact halted by Congress for awhile, but eventually they were administered by force and intimidation anyway. Later the FDA signed off on new batches with the suspected “experimental ingredients” removed.

Ok what the heck am I saying? The COVID shots are like the anthrax shots? No I am not saying that at all. I pray they are safe. I know they are based on known proteins and MRNA, antibodies etc. I also know they had at maximum 6-7 months of research before they hit the shelves. I know they are “authorized” by the FDA in an emergency response, but they are NOT FDA approved. This isn’t conspiracy theory it is fact. Again does that mean they’ve got the microchip in them or they’re going to make you terminally ill? No.

It’s just a slight similarity in they are not FDA approved they are experimental by definition and we’re giving them to kids now too. What scares me and I am scared is not the vaccine itself, but the immense pressure by the government and society to not ask questions just stick your arm out and take it. And people are doing it in droves. They want us to have passports proving we are vaccinated. Why are there no passports for the measles, small pox, cholera, diphtheria, typhoid, heck even the flu? Those illnesses are the plague. Literally the plague. Yes COVID can be deadly and it is terrible, but why are we allowing all our freedoms to be taken away when it hasn’t killed nearly as many people as the other diseases I have just mentioned? There has been a whole generation of Anti-Vaxxers not allowing themselves or their children to be vaccinated with long approved vaccines. Facebook is not pressuring them to get a “Did you get your Cholera Vaccine Today” frame around your profile picture.

No one forces the anti-vaxxer kids out of school or sports. We let the government take over every aspect of our lives for a virus that is 96%+ survivable. At the very outset the CDC stated 80% of Americans would contract the virus and may or may not present any symptoms. By that math the vast majority of us have already had it and there are very few cases of people getting it twice. We let them take school, sports, the outdoors away from our kids who do not even get sick from COVID in general and it is not fatal to them. Let an entire school get Cholera and see what happens. We are putting kids in quarantine for sitting three desks away from a kid with masks on that tested positive. That’s the kids allowed to go back to school at all yet. For what?

If 80% of us have had it why do 100% of us need the vaccine? Where are all my Pro-Choice people now? Those are the people panicked the most and calling me a stupid hillbilly for not getting vaccinated. It’s my body my choice. Apples to babies you say? Is it? It is in fact my body that the government has already done substantial damage to. Yet according to CNN and MSNBC this makes me a racist? I can’t even get my head around that one, so I am not going to try.

My point is for the love of all that’s good in all its efforts for the government to make you safe they have fundamentally changed your lives for the worse. My kids are failing in school, because they feel it’s pointless, too easy, or it will just be shut down in the next lockdown. I can hardly breathe when I walk into a store because of the stupid mask. People have lost their jobs, their savings, their businesses, homes, and property. We didn’t even question it. We give a thoughts and prayers to our poor friends and neighbors on Facebook and demand they get the vaccine. If we all do it everything will be ok again. No it won’t. All that stuff they lost is lost.

School is not ever going to be the same. Suicides and mental health issues are skyrocketing. That doesn’t get reported though. All we hear about are COVID “hotspots” and how the numbers keep rising. I just go by what I see and I am not seeing zombies nor carts full of dead bodies being rolled through the street. If I saw COVID doing that I might consider the vaccine. All I see is Target and Lowes as crowded as the day this all started.

Yet there is an overwhelming societal peer pressure to take these vaccines. The US government knows what’s best for you. This Dr. Fauci knows what’s best for you even though he’s changed his mind multiple times as have the CDC. Make your own decision. This is in your body forever. If it goes wrong do you think the US government will be there for you? That reminds me to finish the anthrax shot story.

So after the third dose and the majority of us having a multitude of inexplicable and harmful side effects, the Air Force IG medical staff came for a visit. They had us interview with doctors and investigators to talk about our symptoms. We completed incredibly detailed reports with dates and times, treatments and symptoms. They never said they would do anything about it or even if they’d stop making us take the final three doses. They just informed us these reports would go in a database with all the other anthrax side effect reports in DC. Another copy would be held in our personal medical files forever.

I almost forgot that we all had to always keep a copy of our shot records on little yellow cards on Drill weekends or anytime we were about to be deployed. One day they asked us all to turn them in. I had been carrying this thing around for ten years. They said they were going all digital we didn’t need them anymore. Well why did they need them? I don’t have a theory conspiracy or otherwise I really don’t know.

I ended up leaving the Guard to be a full time civilian, so no fourth shot for me. I heard many people got their next doses when they got off the plane in Saudi Arabia and Kuwait. Some all three at the same time, keeping in mind there are supposed to be weeks or months between each dose depending on which dose you’re on. Like I said I never went to the desert, so I can’t positively say this didn’t happen. I do not doubt it for a second, but for the sake of honesty I cannot prove it.

A funny thing happened when I rejoined the MO Air National Guard in 2007. As I processed into the base and sat through my medical exam my shot records were pulled up on the screen. Not one single dose of the anthrax vaccine was listed. I asked the nurse where they went. She said if they aren’t in there it’s the same as it never happened. Now this person had been in that exact same chair the six years I was active at that base. She knew me and knew good and well I had those shots. I am not saying she is a part of a plot or was being deceitful. She was doing her job telling me the company line. If they were not inputted in the system or accidentally or intentionally deleted then I never had them. Even though every other shot I’d had since boot camp was recorded and I had been out of the service for five years.

I asked her to see the report I had written. She opened my paper records folder and showed me there was no report, no record of a report, no tab where I saw that report go, and no record of an interview. I asked where my yellow card was with the dates and signatures of all my shots including the anthrax vaccine. They were allegedly to still be maintained in our paper records. She told me most of them had been collected and destroyed by order of the Secretary of the Air Force.

My arms still hurt, still had trouble breathing, and sometimes I forgot people I had known forever, people I was related to, the names of my nieces and nephews, my phone number, my birthday, and my hands and feet still randomly fall asleep. But I have never even had the anthrax vaccine as far as the Air Force is concerned. That made it awfully difficult to claim to the VA when I was medically retired. In 2008 I was slated again to go to Saudi Arabia. They had the audacity to inform me I needed to start the anthrax vaccine series all over again. I don’t think so. Luckily Congress directed the military to offer “informed consent” which meant they could not technically force us to take the shots anymore however, it was no secret it would be career threatening. I ended up not going on that trip either so no more shots.

So. If you ever hear me say I’m not taking the COVID vaccine this is why. If this doesn’t make sense to you, I don’t know what to say. If you can’t feel the distrust I have for the government I swore to defend and uphold I am clearly an even worse writer than I thought. Don’t hear what I am not saying about the COVID vaccines or the US government. In a way my opposition to the vaccine is more of a silent protest than it is a medical decision. Though I personally don’t think I’d line up for an untested vaccine anthrax or not. However, I respect your judgement for your health. I swore to defend and uphold the Constitution of the United States of America. That does not include the bureaucrats that decided to experiment on tens of thousands of US troops. The ideal is what I swore to defend. I feel we are so far away from the Constitution and that ideal we will never get it back. It scares me to ne end how easily we surrendered everything to this pandemic. Not a single question asked on tv anyway much less a shot fired.

And that isn’t just the Gulf War generation. They radiated soldiers and sailors in the 40s before dropping the bomb. They buried all the radioactive material right under our subdivisions in St. Louis. They gave the Tuskegee Airman Syphilis just to see what happened. They tested Vietnam troops with LSD and Agent Orange. You may think all those people are gone and no one would do anything like that again. I am telling you it may not be those same people, but they are the same kind of people. If you don’t believe that you are a way more trusting soul than I am and I envy you that.

The following are articles I used in my research. I will not ever reveal names of people with symptoms under any circumstances. I offer you only my name as a first hand witness/victim. Haiti was a confusing seat of our pants shit show knee jerked by the Clinton Administration and abandoned immediately as we discovered it would take generations to “fix” the small island country. There was very little written on our goings on during Operation Restore/Uphold Democracy. I swear it is all tragically true though I also swear wholeheartedly I wish it wasn’t.

I just want to be left alone about shots and masks. I feel like I have earned that right not to be judged by you, the President, CNN or anyone else other than God.