Many times in online discussions, someone will scold me that I "don't care". It might be because I am against mandatory shots or masks or shutdowns, because I am against censorship, or because I am against anti-gun rules.
"But Grandma/children/I might die!"
The fact that this "argument" doesn't sway me is used as evidence to my critic that I don't care.
Well, looked at a certain way, they are right. I don't care to impose "safetyness" tyranny on people; to violate their liberty for imaginary "safety".
Life isn't safe. No rules will ever make it safe. You and I aren't going to avoid death. I would rather live free than live as a slave to people who hallucinate that they know how to keep everyone (and their feelings) safe from the real world.
If "caring" means enslaving everyone for some psychotic karen's fears and feelings, then I don't care. I can't care.
If "caring" means respecting your liberty, and helping you if I can-- without taking away your autonomy-- then I care a lot.
I care, I just don't care to make you a slave. If that's not good enough, then you're out of luck.
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