A doctor decided to Tweet his outrage about mask mandates today.
Dr. De Brun, like many professionals, has noted on his Twitter account that his “Posts are my own views & do not reflect the Medical Profession.” Also, he lists his occupations as, “GP/Microbiologist/Philosopher/Parent.” Oookay, then.
(ETA: Dr. De Brun has closed his practice in Ireland, thanks to his . . . er, unorthodox opinions. www.irishtimes.com/…)
I have a problem with “microbiologist,” if only because Dr. De Brun seems to believe that AIDS, chlamydia, gonorrhea, Ebola, hepatitis, meningitis, and conjunctivitis would be affected by the mask mandate in effect in countries around the world. The last I heard, three of the diseases listed above are spread by sexual contact. If you’re having sex in a restaurant, I admit, my first thought is that you deserve whatever you get, including a bad meal. (Seriously, I’ve had friends complain about customers who actually thought nookie in a booth was a great idea. Just, for the love of all that’s holy, don’t do it.) Three others are transmitted via blood and bodily fluids. And conjunctivitis is nowhere near as deadly as COVID-19.
But let me leave the floor to Dr. Kelsey, for those of you who wanna see a dead body.
It gets better:
That makes two of us. Does this guy know how Ebola presents?? Anyone with working brain cells would take one look at a patient and flee screaming into the night.
I admit, pink eye hurts and is aggravating as hell to deal with, but until I see people having to be intubated because of it, I’m going to go with, “Nope, not even on the same level as COVID.”
Because ignorance like this is lethal to all of us, not just conspiracy theorists. This is how conspiracy theories are seeded — people who sport credentials decide to give them a boost, even if the theories are so full of crap and fly in the face of what’s scientifically known that a layman would take one look and go, “I’m not buying this.”
My mother’s best friend died of meningococcal meningitis when they were both 4 years old, and Mom’s lifelong fear of needles was born that day. See, she had sneaked into her friend’s bedroom and cuddled up with her in bed as the little girl lay dying. When her friend’s parents found their dead daughter and one live little girl in the morning, they sent for my grandpa and the doctor. Three adults held my mother down on a kitchen table while the doctor performed a spinal tap to make sure Mom hadn’t caught the disease.
When my workplace had a meningitis outbreak among a few people one year, guess who would have dragged me to get vaccinated? Mom. If I’d had to wear a mask, she’d have hand-made them for me. This is how “once bitten, twice shy” can play out.
Soooooo . . .
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