1114 The last Anti-vaccer's Dream
The anti-vaccers have won their battles against the vaccine
and the world is better for it.
a satire by Paul McDermott, The Big Smoke
The Last Anti-vaccer's Dream
Finally, the World of the Woke awakened to the news that the anti-vaccers were right. Every major news service carried the story across all platforms. It was all anyone could read about, all anyone could talk about, the only news to tweet: a watershed moment in human existence.
The battle of the anti-vaxxer against LEFTIST INJECTABLE BIOWEAPONS, so undeservedly mocked by medical professionals and attacked by members of a volatile press with obvious agendas, had been just. They had been vindicated.
And the people of Earth realised these incredibly brave souls deserved a place in the pantheon of our greatest heroes, and not the relentless ridicule to which they’d been subjected.
Doctors, nurses, front-line workers, scientists, and intellectual elites, who’d been unknowing participants in the GLOBAL CONSPIRACY, humbly apologised for their mistakes. Shortly after this humiliating announcement, they were marched out to a wall and executed for their crimes.
Jubilation and joy spread throughout the world at these public displays of justice. The last thing the new world needed was the remnants of the old guard with their book learning and university courses and ideas and concepts and centuries of accumulated knowledge.
TODAY WAS A DAY OF CELEBRATION. It had been the battle of a lifetime, but it was over now. A chant rose, as rhythmic as a heartbeat, and it rippled and swelled until it filled the air, every face overcome by the emotion of the moment.
“You were right. You were right.”
There was not a mask to be seen, no social distancing. People were free. Free at last ... and everywhere was suffused with a rush of glorious golden light.
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The nurse moved as quietly, and efficiently as he could. He adjusted the bed, removing the respirator and various cannulas.
He turned to the family. “I can give you a little bit of time,” he said, “but it won’t be long. I’m so sorry, but we really need the room.”
The eldest boy held his mother’s hand, as the other children crowded around them, “At least he died doing what he loved,” he said, “refusing vaccines.”
The family watched the still figure in the bed for as long as they were allowed, and then the eldest boy reached out and turned off the Zoom.
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I have myself produced a piece of satire in respect of COVID vaccine misinformation, in my book en.light.en.ment