“Loaded up and a truckin’, we’re gonna do what they say can’t be done.” A song by Jerry Reed, made famous in the soundtrack of the 1977 movie “Smokey and the Bandit”. An iconic film with defiance as its theme.
This catchy tune is making a big comeback as the Canadian Convey is rolling its way across Canada. A massive gathering of big rigs, peacefully converging on the City of Ottawa to protest and request abolishment of Covid mandates. Peacefully, with no reports of disruptive actions, but with determination. These hard-working Canadians, who bring the goods needed to stock store shelves, are standing up to their government and demanding that they be allowed to freely move about. They are not against the jabs, just the mandates that require them, along with a “medical passport” and unnecessary quarantines. They believe in and represent the freedom of choice.
I have a lot of respect for people that can roll thousands of pounds of steel down a highway. Who can back up 65 feet of truck into a skinny alleyway. Who can spend days on the road, mostly alone, just to transport fresh food for us to enjoy. These people are necessary to our survival and should not be hampered by unnecessary rules. Think of the money, not to mention – rotted food, that is being wasted. You know those beautiful raspberries that turn moldy an hour after you bought them? Probably got held up at the border because someone breathed on another human.
Your personal opinion regarding Covid and the jabs, is just that: personal. A mandate of anything related to that takes away your personal choice. Medicine began with the oath of “do no harm” and patient autonomy. Your health, and that of your minor children, is your decision. For a long time, people have been making the choice to opt out of potentially life-saving treatments due to personal choice. What if you had cancer, but were unwilling to have surgery because the risk was too great – but the doctor told you it was mandatory, did the surgery anyway, and you died? Oh, the shit would hit the fan. There’s a reason why medical treatment is a choice. So why is This suddenly different? Did we all get dumb all of a sudden? Are we too stupid to know what’s good for us?
If you are okay with allowing someone else to tell you what you HAVE to do with-or-to your body, what’s next? Maybe MREs to eat, because the trucks are no longer allowed to deliver fresh food. You think I’m joking or crazy, but you ever eaten one of those things? Freeze-dried goulash and cardboard bread. You’d be happy to eat a half-moldy raspberry after that.
This convoy isn’t a bunch of half-crazy addicts about to mow down the country with thousands of pounds of steel. They are driving on behalf of you and your ability to get fresh, nutritious food (and other goods) quickly and easily. They are people trying to make a living and feed their families, just like you. They don’t care whether you get jabbed or not, only that you – and they – can choose. Because without choice, we are nothing. God gave us Free Will when we were placed upon the Earth. Do you really want to disappoint God?
P.S.: remember, there was a follow-up song “West Bound and Down”. Success in Ottawa might send those big rigs in another direction.
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I totally agree. If this becomes a mandate, WHAT IS NEXT??????
Maybe the real question is: how did it become a mandate to begin with??