Kool-Aid Drinkers (KADs) surround me.  It does not matter which KAD I talk to.  They all think the same.  They all speak the same.  They all act the same.

The KADs call me “a conspiracy theorist.”  They say that I am wrong to ask questions of Big Brother.  They blindly accept whatever Big Brother says.  The only question they ever ask Big Brother is, “What flavor is the Kool-Aid?”

The Kool-Aid Drinkers do not know the difference between a fact and an opinion.

“The case numbers in the news every day are not accurate.  The CDC admits that the PCR tests are faulty.  The tests give false positives,”  I said.

“That is just your opinion,” said the KAD.

“It is not my opinion.  The CDC admitted that,”  I said.

“Well,” said the KAD, “I believe that the tests are accurate.  That is my opinion, and I am entitled to my opinion.”

I must remember not to waste my time trying to engage a Kool-Aid Drinker in intelligent conversation.  The next time a KAD tries to talk to me about anything, I will smile a lot and agree.  Occasionally, I will pick my nose or shove my thumb up my ass.  That way, I will be communicating with them on a level they understand.