I’ve been a member of Facebook for years. Years I tell you. I’ve seen everything from your grandma’s birthday pictures to the birth of your children. Almost a little too graphically at that. But I digress. I thought I had seen everything, until now.
Your posts regarding this pandemic, at the outset, enraged me.We all know I was diametrically opposed to your position about masks. There were the arguments: it’s there to protect you, it’s there to protect me, it’s there to protect the elderly. I was as steadfast as a person can be. But then your meme with the big animatronic animal looking askance at me put a chink in my armor. It made me question everything I had learned. I had to begin to think for myself, instead of listening to all the crazy people trying to convince me of their ways, or living in an echo chamber just hearing my own thoughts spewed back at me.
Like a mechanical rat Aristotle |
But if the Chuck E. Cheese thing chipped my armor, it was the meme with duck that blew my world apart. That’s a smart duck. I’ve read a lot of what he has to say. And that question he asked regarding particulate matter, the micron size of the virus, the micron size of dust, the micron size of O2, it all just fell into place. I was almost a believer then. It just seemed so right, but I could not bring myself to change my mind completely. Is it Biology? Is it a matter of Freedom? I was just so torn.
It’s a smart duck. |
I think it was a combination of your meme with SpongeBob mocking my position and the GI Joe meme blatantly calling me stupid for believing this nonsense that brought me over to your side. Knowing really IS half the battle. I imagined the care with which you must have used in your selection of each of these memes. They were, it seemed, precision-guided munitions targeting my political psyche. I like to think you nodded wisely as you shared them, knowing that soon I was going to capitulate to reason. And you were right. Thank you, for caring. I want to express my gratitude to you in the only way I know how.