Initially, I had planned to begin this post with a concise and semi-lucid 26-paragraph screed about competition in the information space (the battle for influence), including the need to re-evaluate ‘our’ perception of propaganda – ‘It’s bad, mmmmkay.’
Given that I presently identify as a post-menopausal coffee bean, I’ve decided to get straight to something more practical.
This Tuesday morning I will be attending an informal gathering of local non-vaxxed, anti-coercion health workers. Hoping to avoid a repeat of last week’s conversations, I’ve written what I call ‘talking points,’ and had them printed on A4 paper and laminated. I’m planning to tape them up around the rotunda in which we gather, and observe if they garner any response.
Ideally, they would be more effective in A3 size, however this is a trial run. Illustrations would also help to grab attention, but then they minimise the space available for text.
What follows is the content of those talking points. Don’t let the fact that I’m as fragile as a topless pavlova detract you from providing constructively critical feedback. Thanks.
(The bolding below is as it appears on the talking points).
20+ months, the best & brightest minds, & gazillions of taxpayer dollars later, have we flattened male pattern baldness, I mean … the ‘curve’ yet? Instead of re-evaluating the plan, maybe we could try finger painting, I mean … pointing, instead?
When bombarded with 26.78 bajillion pieces of information per second, we only have time to focus on the loudest, most attention-getting & familiar (repetitive) pieces. We store that without analysing it, and prepare for the next wave. Unicorns are real?
Anti-Vaxxer is a rather limp put-down, isn’t it? Spoken quickly, it sounds like anti-waxer, and who isn’t opposed to waxing? The personal kind, I mean. We need a more creative name, so the real decision-makers can continue escaping responsibility.
What football team you support says more about your health than your vaccination status. Then again, so does the condition of your toenails. O.K. … shoes & socks off! (Nose pegs on).
For a Zombie Apocalypse, I’ve not yet seen an actual Zombie. OH. WAIT … Individuals who choose not to be bitten (jabbed), are the Zombies, aren’t they? We must have scapegoats… I mean, monsters, to pin the blame on.
If you choose to be vaccinated for COVID-19, I will support your choice. If you choose to use my favourite coffee mug (you know the one), I will support … actually, that’s a different topic. (We’ll speak later. The point is – you could have chosen not to).
If the Government TRULY had my best interests at heart, they’d outlaw first dates. They haven’t. Are they amused by my social awkwardness, or not as omnipotent as they claim? Could it be that mistakes have been made, deep holes have been dug …?