Omicron and fascism

I’m spending a lot of time lately in the car, driving back and forth to radiation appointments. This means that I get ideas in the car (the best time to get ideas is when you are engaged in something that takes up a bunch of your conscious attention but not too much intense focus, so your subconscious can sort through things and make connections. The shower is great for this. Going for walks while listening to music. Etc.) and when I get ideas in the car I have to yell at my phone to take memos, which sometimes are a little… wonky.

One of the things I shouted at my phone recently while driving was apparently “Newsletter on how omicron relates to fascism.”

Thanks, past me. That’s not cryptic at all.

After spending a day or two wondering what I was thinking about, though, I remembered. Which is this: craving certainty makes us do funny things. Counterproductive things. Things like subscribing to authoritarian mindsets, voting for the kind of people who make an industry out of ratfucking elections and trying to throw coups, and mixing horse dewormer with our strawberry jam. (Maybe I should try that for the horses: based on their reaction to Quest Plus when we syringe it into their mouths, I can’t imagine even the intended recipients of that stuff find it very palatable.)