FOWC with Fandango- Personal Judgement

Today’s word is “dogged.”

Karen had a big heart and heightened sense of safety having a history of working as a paramedic but her persistence on everyone in her family getting the vaccine became a problem.
Uncle Harry just said, “No way! I’m not putting that experimental crap in my body.”.
Karen thought, what did Uncle Harry know? He drank too much and had dropped out of high school. He had no medical training!
But he wasn’t the only one who refused.
Her little sister, who had had a bad bout with Covid-19 was also refusing. She had also vowed not to vaccinate her kids.
How could her family be SO blind?! They were “anti-vaxxers”! The new second class, reckless, deplorable citizens.
Karen’s sister had voted for Biden. She had to have some good sense. And, she had a college degree too. Karen was livid! Her family wasn’t reflecting well on her, and her inner circle of friends were raising their eyebrows.
Karen’s dogged evangelizing was driving a wedge between family members but, she knew best!
Soon, all she did was send them CNN articles and NPR statements of FACT.
It was ‘fact’ in her circles, anyway. She had no time for alternative views. Gosh! She was the trained paramedic, and this was an emergency.
Then, cases of the vaccinated (and boosted) started intermittently rolling through the emergency room. More adverse reactions, to the vaccine, started ‘leaking out’ and showing up. When she looked further, she realized that the scientific data available was sporadic and incomplete.
Karen suddenly reexamined her position.
Her family had, thankfully, not lost anyone. They had all (at least initially) been frightened. Covid-19 had been a tragic, and evil, imposition on them all by a foreign country, not each other. The vaccines were a calculated personal risk, just like the virus. There was a non-transparent authoritarian attitude among the most visible scientists, for some reason. And the measures taken to combat the virus had been extreme while the interest in finding treatments was almost non-existent.
Happily, her family held no grudge when she relaxed her judgement of them … because they knew Karen, after all, had a big heart and a heightened sense of safety.

FOWC

SoCS- March 20,2021 Calamity Jane


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with cal.” Use a word starting with the letters “cal” as your prompt word. Have fun!

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My first and persistent thought from our prompt was of Calamity Jane. I knew her name but nothing about her other than her handiness with guns.
When we read about the lives of historical figures, there are two ways we can interpret them.
One, is to attempt to build a ‘picture’ of a place and time. To briefly experience another, different, lifestyle and to empathize with dynamics we have never had to experience.
The second, is to gather information and place ourselves there. This, is as unnatural as cloning. Cloning can duplicate DNA but without identical life building experiences, there’s not ever a perfect match. Our modern selves are anachronyms to the past. The person we are now, would not have been the same then. To judge the past on our terms is intellectually dishonest and arrogant.
So, I looked up Ms. Martha Jane Cannary. Her past has many discrepancies and holes in it.
She was, however, the oldest of six children who became head of the household in her teens upon her father’s death as he was the last living parent.
She was known to wear men’s clothing. Well, we ladies of today know how much more functional pants are too.
When I got to the section about her taking many jobs, one being a prostitute for awhile, I paused, this was a gritty gal. She was a sharp shooter. And now, I was momentarily ashamed of her. But wait… her options to feed her siblings didn’t include food stamps. I yanked myself right out of my modern arrogance and looked at the whole of the time and the hardships that I couldn’t imagine. There, is where I could feel empathy without judgement. Besides, the historical references were not extremely reliable about her.
There were facts and there was rumor. This is not unlike our real time ‘news’ today.
Choosing our information wisely and refusing knee jerk judgements before any thorough investigation might be a good approach for us all to use?

For more on this courageous pioneer woman:
Calamity Jane – Wikipedia

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 20, 2021 | (lindaghill.com)

In defense of BIG kids…

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Kids, who are bigger than their similar aged peers, get a bum rap.

Kids who are “big” are considered to be older and more restrained than little kids. They cannot return a smaller kid’s push without risking the “bully” label but, somehow, are expected to be more mature.

Big kids are expected to be smarter because they “appear” older and ,because of this, can be measured at a glance, as dumber. A rock and a hard place that is!

Big kids who cry, seem more babyish than little ones. C’mon now, we all know they do.

The prejudices are not exclusive to size either. Parents are eager to accept that their slightly younger child is as knowledgeable as an older one but just won’t budge when it comes to considering that their older child may be as immature as one slightly younger.

The key words in many descriptions are too often overlooked. The key word in the term “big kid” is kid.

With all this in mind, isn’t the key word in “gun violence”, violence?

Food for thought…watch for key words in every label. They’re there, the problem arises when we don’t recognize them.

https://sillyfrogsusan.wordpress.com/2012/07/12/what-is-a-bully/

Just because I pity you, doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.

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There’s nothing that “grinds my grits” more than having to be careful of what I say. (I’m not from the South…don’t know why I mentioned “grinding grits” , just think it sounds irritating.)

So, political correctness really “pushes my buttons”. (That just doesn’t sound irritating enough…but you get my drift. 🙂 )

There’s something about feeling censored that makes me feel that my opinion doesn’t count, or worse, is ill intended.

On top of it all, those who are easily offended by others, keep it to themselves and share it with others who are willing and , I suggest, anxious to be offended( gives them some drama for their mundane lives of laying in wait.) or just enjoy the fact that they are less offensive than the offender.

Makes me wonder what the deep dark secret is?

My first thought is that these offended types, like to take sides. They really think that life is black and white and good and evil. Taking a side, makes them feel less wrong.

Actually, I pity their view and their low self-esteem. Makes me want to let them know that others aren’t as bad as they think and that they,themselves, are better than they think they are.

No one criticizes them more than they must themselves. If they only knew how little anyone cares about their judgement.

How horribly judgemental they must think others are too.

Hey, maybe I am wrong about them?

Don’t want to judge them…if you can’t beat them, don’t join them…block them off of your Facebook and carry on folks!