I didn't want to get into the staged picture: in fairness, the rainbow-themed rubber band is certainly something the (virtue-signalling) nurse and/or doctor has been using; as to Anne-Lise's fashion choices, well, what can I say about them (that you didn't say already)?
As to the face-diaper, well, it looks pretty unsued, perhaps even 'st…
I didn't want to get into the staged picture: in fairness, the rainbow-themed rubber band is certainly something the (virtue-signalling) nurse and/or doctor has been using; as to Anne-Lise's fashion choices, well, what can I say about them (that you didn't say already)?
As to the face-diaper, well, it looks pretty unsued, perhaps even 'staged', to me, but then again, the main issue I'd highlight is the study-leading doctor's statement: four jabs haven't keept Anne-Lise from 'catching Covid', and while they don't know how the human body will react to repeatedly-dosed mRNA therapeutics over the long-term--remember: after 3 months Abs levels are back to pre-injection levels--so let's just do what hasn't worked again. And again. And again.
At some point, this will not work anymore, and what would people like Anne-Lise do then?
She dies, simple as. "Doctors and executioners both get paid if their charge is killed" is an old saying.
Also, the only real caveats to human experimentation in the much-misunderstood Helsinki declaration (which is not law in any nation, no more than the Nuremberg code is) are that consent must be freely given and that the patient is a volunteer. Both of these have been adhered to, so the doctor commits no ethical violation, from his/hers point of view. As for giving people with various conditions the shot again and again, that's the experiment.
The main questions, if not 'the meaning of life', might thus be said to be: what are we dying for? For whom? And, last but not least, was it a life worth living?
As to esp. the third item on that list, I'd argue that it's quite obviously not worth living for Anne-Lise: too afraid to walk outside, highly cautious before Covid, and now…?
I'm have too much of my ancestry in me to ven care about that kind of greek thinking. I live, I love, I fight and in the end I die. What is there to agonise about?
I didn't want to get into the staged picture: in fairness, the rainbow-themed rubber band is certainly something the (virtue-signalling) nurse and/or doctor has been using; as to Anne-Lise's fashion choices, well, what can I say about them (that you didn't say already)?
As to the face-diaper, well, it looks pretty unsued, perhaps even 'staged', to me, but then again, the main issue I'd highlight is the study-leading doctor's statement: four jabs haven't keept Anne-Lise from 'catching Covid', and while they don't know how the human body will react to repeatedly-dosed mRNA therapeutics over the long-term--remember: after 3 months Abs levels are back to pre-injection levels--so let's just do what hasn't worked again. And again. And again.
At some point, this will not work anymore, and what would people like Anne-Lise do then?
She dies, simple as. "Doctors and executioners both get paid if their charge is killed" is an old saying.
Also, the only real caveats to human experimentation in the much-misunderstood Helsinki declaration (which is not law in any nation, no more than the Nuremberg code is) are that consent must be freely given and that the patient is a volunteer. Both of these have been adhered to, so the doctor commits no ethical violation, from his/hers point of view. As for giving people with various conditions the shot again and again, that's the experiment.
Well, everyone dies in the end, ain't it?
The main questions, if not 'the meaning of life', might thus be said to be: what are we dying for? For whom? And, last but not least, was it a life worth living?
As to esp. the third item on that list, I'd argue that it's quite obviously not worth living for Anne-Lise: too afraid to walk outside, highly cautious before Covid, and now…?
I'm have too much of my ancestry in me to ven care about that kind of greek thinking. I live, I love, I fight and in the end I die. What is there to agonise about?