Your family might think you are crazy for declining poisoned swabs and injections, and defending yourself from a genocide by prepping. There is a real pain to holding this conflict between perception and reality, and the social harm it causes. However, holding that pain is a high form of love: we care about ourselves, them, and humanity so much that we will endure enormous psychological hardship. This war really is one of love overcoming fear.

One of my children was a drug addict. She didn’t like me much when I dragged her to rehab and left her there. She’s older now and drug free. It was for her own good, even though it felt like a death to me then. This is how I feel about our sleepers. One day, they will understand.

Except we are only taking about rehab... we are pussyfooting about the actual dragging them to the rehab...

We are being told they are made if glass, and they must be carefully, quietly, sensitively EASED into rehab...

I'm with you, I think its way past time that we drag them kicking and screaming through those doors, and leave them there until they admit they are wrong.