MEASLES IN ALBERTA

This was entirely preventable.  Entirely.

The fact that it happened anyways is nothing short of a stinging indictment on a provincial government that has allowed itself to be kowtowed by a loud, resentful, closed, and suspicious demographic within the broader population.  A demographic with out-sized influence, but also one driven by the darkness of willful ignorance, which they happen to view as enlightened biblical interpretation.

These people, when set loose upon the land, are dangerous and can cause an awful lot of harm, both personal and economic, harms that don’t just impact themselves, but also the rest of us.

They are the religious right, who appear to be gravitating uncomfortably close to a form of religious extremism whipped to a frenzy by exploitative politicians and even more so by exploitative church leadership.

And, as a Christian myself,  it hurts me to say that the vast majority of these types causing all the trouble are Christian as well.  Radical, dogmatic Christians.

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MEASLES MAKES A COMEBACK

Measles.

An old world disease, vanquished in this part of the globe since 1996, yet coming back like gangbusters.

And all of it thanks to our recalcitrant couldn’t-give-a-hoot about anybody other than themselves anti-vaxxers.

You know the type.  The type where nobody tells them what to do.  The type that doubles down on their ignorance rather than accept the facts of medicine and medical science.

The type that would rather bring harm to the rest of us than to grow up and maybe crawl out of their self-imposed ignorance.  The type who would willingly place their own children in harm’s way to make a really bad and uninformed choice.

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READING THE ROOM

It’s been suggested that I learn to read the room better.

Which is a little like saying that I should get in step with whatever happens to be the flavour of the day.  I should go where the crowd goes.  Be part of the gang, and not some loser.

How appealing that sounds, to finally not be a loser.  To run with the posse, to fit in, to be part of the collective of agreement.  To, for what may even seem to be the very first time, actually belong.

Pretty heady stuff.

But it sort of brings up a bit of a question for me.  

What if I have read the room, only I don’t like what the room is saying, or where it’s going, or how it’s going about whatever it’s saying?  Like, what do I do then?

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