Who am I, and why on Earth am I so angry?

I am a wife, a mother to many, and a grandma to more (15 last count). I am a nurse. I am a covid survivor and a long hauler. I have my shots. I wear a mask in public. I live in a state that told grandma it was better for her to die than slow the economy. Now is is our children we sacrifice.. I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole. All I hear is the Red Queen screaming, “Off with their masks! You don’t need to vax! Ignore the sick and dying among you. ” I am beyond sick of being held hostage by forty year old children throwing tantrums. While I never thought of the government, state or federal, as being particularly useful in my day to day life, I never imagined it actively trying to kill me either.

I grew up crouching under my desk for nuclear bomb drills. 1984 was required reading. I saw the old news reels of Nazi atrocities. in History class. Never did I imagine life would imitate fiction. Never did I believe those same atrocities- the attitudes that reveled in them- would happen here.

Yet here we are. Those I once thought were friends have fallen under the mass psychosis that has taken control We are living in dystopia. The many being sacrificed for few.

That is why I am so angry.

This Grandma is beyond pissed off.