These passed 8 months have been incredibly hard for my family. First my dad passing and then my sister. Now we’re finally going through the house and getting dividing things, selling what we don’t want and getting ready to move on. This in and of itself is hard. It’s forcing us to deal with the realization our parents are gone as we struggle with the division of property.

My father always stressed the importance of personal property and the privacy rights of individuals. He NEVER once went through any of my things as a child without my permission and I carried that on to my children. I have never gone through any of their personal belongings or phones. I trust them implicitly and they have never once given me a reason not to.

But because of that, I am finding it so hard to go through their things. I feel like I’m invading their privacy. I know it’s silly, they have both passed away. But I still consider this house and it’s contents their property.

I try so hard to be accepting of other people and their beliefs and for the longest time I was best friends and loved a bunch of statists. I knew our beliefs were diametrically opposed and they never really tried to understand my point of view, but I just disregarded it.

This past year, however, I find it harder and harder to remain friends with these people. If you try to hinder the freedom of me, my family, my friends, or anyone really, you are my mortal enemy. No virus or invisible enemy is worth giving up freedom for.

This past year I have been ridiculed, threatened, and mocked for my disbelief in this psy-op called covid only to be vindicated 18 months later. It’s all a scam. Graph after graph proves none of the mitigation efforts used during this “pandemic” did a damn thing except steal wealth, lives, and liberty from millions of people. The people who demanded, complied with and orchestrated these measures all have the blood of innocent lives on their hands and should suffer for their crimes.

I do not wish to remain friends with these people, I don’t want their cold callous nature to rub off on me or my family.

People shouldn’t be ridiculed for living their lives. Life is a risk in and of itself. I can decide for myself the risks I chose to take. I should not be threatened with death by these so called tolerant people if I decide to live my life instead of cowering in fear.