This is what happens when you give bad advice to frightened people. You know who you are. If you had an excuse before, you sure as hell don't have one any more

This is what happens when you give bad advice to frightened people. You know who you are. If you had an excuse before, you sure as hell don't have one any more. If your intentions are good, you'll stop now, rather than risk the next death being your fault because it was the bad information you put out there that caused it. If you don't stop, now that the stakes are as clear as they can be, then I hope for your sake that your conscience lets you rest easy, and that that's the only judgment you're ever called to answer. I would hope other people would choose to be kind, once all this is over. But I wouldn't want to bet my freedom or my life on it. I would hope you'd choose to be kind, too. I would hope the fear of contributing to the death of an innocent, however foolish they may happen to be, would outweigh your investment in the sense of righteous certitude that moves you to do what you're doing. Or, if not that, then whatever else it is that motivates you. Please don't let me down.