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.