Attrition Warfare

My wife keeps reminding me that we're under attack by people who aim to subjugate us. What we are experiencing is war. That's as obvious to me as it is to her. However, we land on two completely different conclusions. She's convinced that they will win due to their superior strength. She's willing to surrender to the needle in the vain hope that this will somehow stop them from taking everything we have, including our boy. I'm convinced that we will win due to our superior moral standing, as well as nature's inevitable erosion of the enemy's will and ability to fight. I refuse to give up even the slightest bit of freedom without a fight.

This difference in opinion has been largely academic until the whole thing blew up over an apparent triviality today. We were in a nearby fishing village, looking for a seafood restaurant, when my wife had the idea that we should go into the local fish market. With no special preference one way or another I went along with her suggestion. However, in order to enter the market, we had to submit to a temperature reading; the one where they put a gun-like temperature reader to our forehead. That changed my mind immediately. I refused to enter.

My wife told me off for being difficult, and I told her off for bending over to every little minion that crosses her way. If she's willing to submit to a temperature reading, what's to stop them from demanding a passport? As long as she keeps submitting to the enemy, they will obviously win.

To win a war, we must at the very least be able to identify the enemy. The lady with the temperature reader is not merely someone trying to make a living. She's a minion of the oppressors. She may not know it herself, but she's a useful idiot. To submit to her would be aid to the enemy, because it opens the door to their next step towards dominion.

Making the situation worse was the fact that there were no shortage of seafood restaurants in the village. It wasn't like we had no choice but to sponsor the oppressors with our money. We could just as well have gone to another restaurant with no temperature reading minion guarding the entrance. Why sponsor the enemy when there are allies willing to serve us?

Having made myself difficult, the whole excursion was cancelled, and we went home without visiting any restaurant. The mood was nasty. But I'm glad this happened. I've been looking for ways to explain the flawed logic of my wife's defeatist attitude, and this gave me an opportunity to do that.

We are at war with the state, and the way such wars are won are through attrition. Every stronghold has to be held for as long as possible before retreat, and any room for expansion has to be taken advantage of. Hence, we must never submit to humiliation unless strictly necessary, and we must never let a chance to claw back freedoms go to waste.

When the state promises to relax mask mandates some time into the future, we must immediately drop the mask, because their signal indicates a lack of will to enforce the mandate. When the state calls us in for vaccination, we must ignore it. Whenever possible, we must weaken the resolve of minions. Peer pressure from friends and relatives must be struck down with truth related to the harmlessness of the virus and the number of people sick from the vaccine. We must drag our feet when pushed and rush forward when opportunity allows us to do so.

Time is on our side. Conviction is fading. People are getting sick from the vaccine, and they are tired of the propaganda. Our mere act of living freely and without concern about the virus engenders inspiration and/or envy. While the mere thought of a booster shot induces depression and fatigue into minions, we can joke about it and let everybody know how happy we are about our vaccine status. We can tell them how easy it is to be free. Simply say no to the vaccine, and ignore the scare mongering. That's all it takes to regain sovereignty of our lives.

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