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“Freedom from Fear” was one of Franklin Roosevelt’s “Four Freedoms.” This, and the other three: Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Worship and Freedom from Want, was FDR’s way to redefine American rights from the negative, i.e., the restraints that are put on the government, to the positive, meaning things that the government was required to provide to you.
If anything, the last eighteen months have proven is that the government sees no upside in a population free from fear. Along with their allies in the media, our government (and governments all around the world) have been stoking fear and creating a populace more desperate for safety than liberty.
On June 14th, I received a positive result on a COVID test. And because one doesn’t know what to believe anymore, I did experience some trepidation. I called my friend the doctor and he assured me that the odds were overwhelmingly in my favor, gave me and the wife a couple of tips, and told me to calm down. The wife also tested positive and we ended up in isolation in the bedroom for ten straight days together. While I hacked and coughed, ran a temperature, and battled hives, she remained asymptomatic the entire time. Let me go on the record here and now as saying that she’s a bonafide Saint.
The virus did its thing and did it quickly. The loss of taste and smell lasted a mere 72 hours. The low-grade fever came and went in 24. The hives and diarrhea came and went in half a day. By the end of isolation, the chronic cough subsided as well. All that remained was the fatigue, something I hear is the last thing most people shake off. (You may have noticed a slack in my production around here. Sorry.)
The absolute worst part of it was the fear. Listening to the media and the government one could easily be convinced that Death had knocked on the door and that the biohazard team from the funeral home was camping out on the front lawn. But it seems they were never called and the Grim Reaper sent his regrets and promised to get back with me much later.
In my follow-up exam with my internist, she was insistent that I still get the experimental jab. Still undecided on that as I am now a COVID Hero™ with antibodies surging through my veins. Having survived the Plague of the Century how far can I push my luck? It’s not like they’ve lied to me before, right?Published in