Camera Girl has returned from the grocery store and miracle of miracles, the masks are gone. So are the six-foot spacing rules and the arrows to tell you which direction you have to walk. All in one fell swoop all those wonderfully comforting shackles have been removed!
I’ll have to go see if this has become general when I go to the hardware store to get some supplies to help me clean out my lawnmower carburetor. But the report is that some hard-core maskers are refusing to let go. This follows on the publication of such thoughtful crap as this gem entitled, “Excuse Me If I’m Not Ready to Unmask.” So, these losers are going to walk around with that ridiculous scrap of fiber over their mouths and noses forever. That really is a great metaphor for the religious fervor these idiots are exhibiting over something that everyone else has already learned is stupid. Now that it’s good and hot it will be comical to watch these boobs hyperventilate as they try to breath in the stultifying environment they’ve senselessly maintained.
I wonder if that prize turkey Dementia Joe will continue to show up in videos wearing his black mask and huskily exclaim “Mask up! Mask up! It’s your patriotic duty! Otherwise, you’ll pay the price!” When and if he survives his time in office I wonder if “Doctor” Jill will sell off his still living carcass as an exhibit at Madame Tussaud’s in Washington, D.C. where crowds can push a button and an electric jolt will prompt him to utter his tag line “Mask up, mask up!” on command.
Anyway, the question that remains is whether we will have to go through this whole charade again in October when Pfizer will want to sell the federal government another ten billion dollars of vaccines for our own good. It will be interesting to see if the smarter states just say no to the circus and throw Joe the finger. Either way we have one more indication that our country is no longer the land of the free and the home of the brave. We’re frightened slaves who cower at the crack of the whip and walk with heads bowed and eyes averted when the Deep State says so. We allow our children to be indoctrinated with the lie that their families are evil people who deserve to be punished and dispossessed of all they worked for.
I’ll know that there is hope when the master says jump and someone finally tells him no. Tells him no and makes it stick. That’s the day I’ll feel some hope for this sad remnant of America. Until then at least I can breath easy for now. Thank you, Big Brother.