The real freedom fighters (clue: it isn’t the anti-vaccers)

Here is a real freedom fighter. She’s 79 years old, and she’s prepared to dust off her AK-47 to plant one on Putin’s colonial army:

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Now, let’s meet another “freedom fighter”:

From a <report by the BBC:>

“Mr Van Vleet, a truck driver from the Niagara region of Ontario, near the US border, has been in the city since the start.

It’s important for me to come down here to fight for my freedoms,” he said. “I don’t want to be told what to do, to get injections if I don’t want an injection, to wear a mask if I don’t want to wear a mask.”

Being asked to mask up, he said, is the government making people “cover up God’s image“.

So, “doesn’t like being told what to do“, the poor lamb – reminds me of something your toddler would say, aged about 2.  We’re all told what to do, mate.  We’re told to:

  • Pay rates
  • Pay taxes
  • Start work on time
  • Stop at red lights
  • Drive within speed limits
  • Wear seat belts / helmets
  • Ensure your vehicle is roadworthy
  • Get motor insurance
  • Get road tax
  • Drive on one side of the road
  • Don’t drink and drive
  • Don’t smoke in public buildings
  • Don’t smoke in your car if kids are present
  • Don’t drink in some public places
  • Don’t make loud noises after 11pm in residential parts of many towns and cities
  • Don’t litter
  • Don’t trespass
  • Don’t jaywalk – wait for the green guy
  • Etc

Life is a long list of “can’ts”, and you know why? 

The world contains too many people who think they look like God, and, if not prevented, tend to act accordingly; i.e., like a complete arsehole.

On that, good job he doesn’t think his arse looks like God as well, but maybe that’s next week’s whinging freedom-victimology cult.  

You really realise how fucked Western civilisation has become, when you have adults out protesting about vaccines.  First world problems, on stilts.

Freedom?  If these whinging freedom clowns had to face any real opposition, such as an army with guns shooting at them (instead of a useless bunch of softly-softly Canadian cops), they’d melt away like spit off a hotplate. 

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