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Most of them are still firmly under the sheep banner, content to graze wherever they're told.
A small handful stand under the "critical thinker" banner. Those are the ones I still trust.
The sheepies? I don't trust them anymore. Did I ever, really? I thought I did, back when I was younger and still believed most people were basically decent when the chips were down. Turns out that was optimistic.
Lately this loss of trust has had me thinking about the American Wild West. Not the Hollywood version—the real one.
Back then, almost every man who wanted to stay alive carried a revolver on his hip. It wasn't for show. You never knew when some mean-eyed bastard might decide your horse, your money, or your life was worth more to him than it was to you.
The sensible ones stayed ready. They watched people. They didn't assume good intentions just because someone smiled and said howdy. Trust was something you earned slowly, usually after a man had proven he wouldn't sell you out the first time it became convenient.
So, did folks in that dusty, hard country go around trusting their neighbours? Hell no. You bet your boots they didn't. And the ones who did—the tenderfoots who rode into town believing everybody was basically good underneath—usually got fleeced, shot, or both. The sheep of that era didn't last long.
I keep coming back to that because it feels uncomfortably close to where we are now. The difference is the wolves don't need to hide behind a bandana anymore. They wear white coats, or sit in glass offices, or smile at you from a television screen while they tell you what you need to do for your own good.
And the sheep-types? They didn't just follow along during Covid. A lot of them became enthusiastic enforcers.
They reported neighbours for having too many people over for dinner. They cut off family members who wouldn't take the shot. They posted smug little memes about how the unvaccinated were selfish and stupid while their own kids were losing years of school and their elderly parents were dying alone in nursing homes. They did it with a clear conscience, because the authorities had given them permission to be cruel.