There was a time when we honored those who created the prosperity and the freedom that we enjoy. Today we honor the complainers and sue the creators. Perhaps that is inevitable in an era when we no longer count our blessings, but instead count all our unfulfilled wishes.
Shortly after Covid started, in July of 2020, my father died.
Before I ended the call with my stepmom, who called me when my my father collapsed, my girlfriend already had the car packed.
She knew what to do, and I didn’t need to say anything.
By the time I hung up the phone, he was gone.
We immediately drove up to Washington.
Not for the funeral, but for whatever it was that we did during Covid when a loved one died.
I got to say goodbye to him in an empty room full of empty chairs, with one occupied casket.
It was unfitting for how good of a Man my father was.
And poof,
just like that,
He was gone,
and then we drove home.
It never really hits you until later, and it’s usually when you’re not expecting it.
But that’s another story for another time.
One of the more memorable things from our trip was stopping to get gas on our way through Oregon.
Forgetting that you’re not allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon, I began to get out of the car.
With half of my body hanging out the door, the attendant quickly ran up to me and asked what I was doing.
At that point, I said sorry, I forgot you’re not allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon, all while trying to force through a smile, not realizing he’s angry.
From beneath his annoyed masked face, he asked me “Oh, so you’re not from Oregon, why are you traveling out of state during a Global pandemic?”, with his liberal Oregon condescending accent.
He continued to demand I get back in my car, but not before taking my credit card, after being face-to-face with me, and no further than 2 1/2 feet away.
Covid brought the authoritarian out of so many people.
He wasn’t scared of Covid. He wanted to assert some sort of dominance.
Here we are at a gas station in Eugene Oregon, and the gas station attendant feels he has the authority to question where I’m traveling, why I’m doing it, and demands I get back in the car.
He didn’t do this out of fear. If he was scared, he wouldn’t have approached me at all.
He would’ve been very careful to keep his distance.
He did this because he was given the smallest amount of authority, and it made him cruel.
This is how people behaved before vaccines became available.
This is how people behaved before they were calling for doctors, nurses, and hospital staff to be fired for refusing the COVID-19 vaccine.
This is how they behaved before they were calling for forced COVID-19 vaccinations within the military.
This is how they behaved before the president of the United States of America tried to take the livelihood of every American that refused the COVID-19 vaccine, that worked for a company with 100 employees or more.
It was never about science, it was never about your health, it was never about your safety.
IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT YOUR COMPLIANCE.
We can never forget how people behaved during Covid.
But more importantly, we can never let people forget how they behaved during Covid, or they will do it again.
I am here to remind everyone, and I will continue telling my story.
You should tell your story too.
People would love to hear it.
I know I would.
Thanks for reading.
Photo by Mike Oxford Sr. (My Father)
Bob Weir and The Grateful Dead
Shoreline Amphitheater
Mountain View, Ca
May of 1991