Where I live it is extremely blue-pilled, and, the way things change with NPCs is extremely jarring, to say to the least.
For example, during the Trump years every day people would casually bash Trump at work and around friends to look cool. The day Biden won, no one ever spoke about politics again. No more mention of Trump, not a single word about Biden. In fact in 4 years since Biden won, none of the Democrats I know ever speak of him or Trump. Just instant switch off.
Likewise, with COVID, the day the lockdowns were lifted, no one ever spoke about the vax or COVID ever again other than the dreaded "Long COVID." Just hilariously robot-like.
It is easy to hold a grudge against the idiots around us, but, I am blessed with perspective on this. My brother was heroin addict, and like the COVID fools, he too used to tell me heroin was no big deal, and tons of people used it without any consequences. I told him then he was a fool and a moron.
When he became an addict, and it almost killed him, I let him move in with me because he had lost everything. Then he stole behind my back, and robbed me blind, even stealing the Bitcoin I had accumulated (was only worth 10k back then, but still). He would sell these things when I went to work - he would break into my room and log into my computer and discreetly take funds out of my bank account and other digit assets. At the end of my 20s, I had lost all of my savings to my brother. He again almost over dosed and died on top of this.
I had to throw him out, and did what do you with all losers - send him to Florida! And somehow he survived. He managed to get a job in the Everglades, cleaned his act up, and through the National Parks employment system he managed to go all over the country and eventually find stable employment. This all occurred before COVID and his recovery occurred during COVID.
Today, he is alive. He lived out the life of the prodigal son, and I had to be the older brother who bitterly suffered for his sake. I didn't speak to him for a year after he had cleaned me out, but with prayer and Church I eventually forgave him. Today he's doing better than ever, and I don't care at all about the money I lost. It was all worth it, he was Lost, but now he is Found. The tens of thousands it took to save him is nothing compared to having my brother alive, for I am sure he would have died without me.
Now, why do I mention all of this in context of COVID, and the death jab?
Because we too will see God knows how many lemmings die to the vax in the decade to come, with "sudden" cancers and heart attacks. It is easy to look down on them, hate them, and laugh at them. But what does that change? Where does it bring us? How does it help them? How does it bring us any closer to God?
So, I anticipate the exact same scenario I had with my foolish brother who also took injections he shouldn't have taken. I will be there with my dumbass friends and family who took drugs they shouldn't have taken, and I will suffer with them, be next to them at the hospital, and let them cry on me at the funerals.
For but for the grace of God could I have been in their shoes, yet the Lord took pity on me and gave me His Cloak, dressed my Wounds, and brought me to His Inn. He bared all of my sins, and didn't ask for any repayment in return. And I did not deserve any of it, indeed I was a fool who also deserved to die.
So as the Lord took pity on me, so shall I pity those who took the vax; as the Lord gave me His mercy, so too shall I give mercy to those who tried to persecute me; and as I forgive those who tried to harm me, thus will I obtain forgiveness from the Lord.
And I would urge everyone who reads this to do the same.