Whole lot of cognitive dissonance going on there, huh?. You know that you followed the crowd out of irrational fear (99.3% survival rate = bad flu season...oooo, scary), and now you are mad at everyone that hasn’t. You know that you allowed someone to inject you with an experimental medical treatment and deep down inside you know that there is no guarantee that there won’t be horrific side effects down the road, and it makes you mad that others don’t have to deal with this fact. You know that if, God forbid, it does happen to you that you will have ZERO recourse, because you signed the little piece of paper saying that you understand that NO ONE can be held responsible for anything that happens to you, except you, and it makes you mad, because they told you it was safe.
If I get the COOF, there is a 99.3% chance that I’ll be just fine. There is a 100% chance that you’ll never get over your affliction.
I’ll take those odds, since my ‘affliction’ is holding worthless morons in the contempt that they richly deserve.