The CDC Approves God’s Revised Air Flow Specifications for Planet Earth.  Outdoor Masks No Longer Needed.

It is truly amazing that the CDCD has only now discovered that people walking around in the open air basically pose zero chance of spreading COVID.  I wonder what they’ll discover tomorrow.  Maybe that the absurd masks that people are wearing do absolutely nothing to prevent sub-micron sized virus particles from moving in or out on the air they pass.

In the pharmaceutical industry sterile solutions are maintained bacteria free by using 0.2 micron or maybe 0.1 micron filters to remove the bacteria.  But no one pretends that they are excluding viruses.  During the final purification of a biological medicine nanofiltration is used to remove viruses.  The pore size for these filters is 35 nanometers which is equal to 0.035 micron.  And in reality, the viruses can only be filtered because they are first denatured by a change in the pH of the solution.  But let’s pretend that 0.035 micron is the filtration size needed.  What is the pore size of a bandana or even one of those wonderful hospital masks?  Well, assuming that half of the air doesn’t just move through the open sides of the mask where pore size would be measured in centimeters, the pore size of the cloth is more like 10 to 100 microns.  So what we’re talking about as a best case is that the openings of the mask are 285 times larger than what is needed to block virus particles.

Senator Rand Paul who is himself a medical doctor has on several occasions harangued Fauci to stop lying about the efficacy of masks and admit it’s just theater.  But Fauci will never do it.  He is like the village witch doctor shaking a rattle and burning incense to scare away the evil spirits that cause the disease that is afflicting the village.  His audience is invested in the lie and to admit now that they’ve suffered through a year of this nonsense and madness for nothing would be to admit they were fools or co-conspirators in the fraud.

But at least now that I’ve had my miracle injections, I am immortal and virtually above the law.  I could walk down the street and fire bullets helter-skelter into the crowd and if a policeman tried to stop me I’d merely flash my COVID vaccine card and he’d smile and loan me some rounds for a reload.  I’ve already accepted invitations for my first get togethers and am practically giddy with anticipation.  I will be breaking bread (and meat) across an indoor table with people I haven’t been face to face with in a year.  The fact that I had to be injected with quasi-dangerous pharmaceuticals to do it is an outrage and a crime but since Dementia Joe is now Leader of the Formerly Free World what could I expect?

Recently Camera Girl was listening to some idiotic news show and after hearing the talking heads yammer on about COVID she asked me if the vaccines would be needed every year.  I barked out a bitter laugh and said, “Oh absolutely.”  I think it’s finally dawning on her and a lot of other people that we are going to be tortured by these idiots from now on.

But I’ll bask in the glory of knowing I’ll be seeing human beings face to face very soon.  Small steps, small victories.

03MAR2021 – Free at Last, Free at Last

Texas and Mississippi have both announced that as of 3/8/2021 all mask and other restrictions on people and businesses for the COVID farce will be done with.

Oh man am I jealous.  But this is really good news.  As more and more states end this charade the remaining losers will look stupider and stupider.  I wonder what Fauci is going to do after this to garner attention.  He’ll probably want to declare the common cold a pandemic.  After all several cold viruses are corona viruses.  We can’t be too careful.

I’m going to celebrate the good news by burning my stash of face masks.  I’ll just keep the one raggedy one I’ve been using for the last year.  It’s tattered and I had to staple the elastic back on twice.  But I think it’s a feature not a bug that it gives the impression that I’m really not worried whether it does anything or not.  I’m thinking of punching some holes in it to make it easier to breath through.  Or maybe I can paint on a face mask every day I need to go out there.  You know, like those fake bathing suits they paint on models and movie stars.  It’ll look close enough to being a real mask that no one will be impolite enough to ask me if it’s real.  And if anyone does I’ll just talk in a muffled tone so they really get confused.

So kudos to Governors Abbott and Reeves for finally getting up the courage to end this nonsense for their citizens.  Now if only the losers in the northeast also wake up and smell the fresh air.

A Bonfire of COVID Masks

We are a week into the middle of winter and with the recent cold snap and with the snow that will be falling today and tomorrow I’m falling back into the New England mid-winter trance.  Luckily without my typical commute a lot of the wear and tear on my body and mind are reduced to a reasonable level.  In the past I would have to get up at 5 am and clear the snow for two hours before commuting to work and then drive home and still having to clear the rest of it in the dark before collapsing into bed.  Now with my new and improved lifestyle I get up at 7 am, eat breakfast, play blocks with my granddaughter for a little while then leisurely and efficiently go out and clear the snow once it stops falling.  I’ll probably break it up into two sessions with a meal in between to relieve the monotony and warm my old bones.  Camera Girl has made a really excellent Chicken Butter Nut Squash Soup so I’ll be properly fortified for the second half of the operation.

In my less demanding routine I have the chance to reflect on the unfortunate aspects of this new world that we live in.  Here we are almost a year into this absurd lockdown and most people in New England really believe that we are in the midst of the bubonic plague.  I half expect to see the cartman leading his pony around with the pile of cadavers shouting, “bring out your dead.”  The local tv coverage and the attitude of the people you meet when you do go out is that we are all struggling against unbelievable odds to survive the ravages of the Andromeda Strain.  Apparently, we’re all heroes now.  It sounds like the nonsense the Soviets used to spout every time the tractor factory came close to meeting the quota.  “All hail the revolutionary fervor of Assembly Line B Night Shift!”    When a country that did nothing about the virus like Sweden has, after a year, a slightly lower per capita death rate than a country like America, that threw all its small businesses off a cliff, you have to wonder just how detached from reality people are.

Based on the fact that California and New York are beginning to loosen the restrictions on such dangerous activities as opening your front door and breathing in the shower I am hopeful that by the end of winter we will at least be allowed to visit friends and relatives without the neighbors calling in a SWAT Team on us.  And that will be big.  I found that not seeing my various family members was the worst part of this travesty.  And not just family.  I have friends that I am dying to see face to face and share a burger and shoot the breeze with.  This lockdown is harming us physically.  It’s harming us mentally and it’s harming us spiritually.  As I’ve mentioned I’m reading Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago.  And compared to the atrocities the Soviets perpetrated on their people even the lockdown is minor.  But it is related to what they did.  It is psychological warfare aimed at damaging people’s self-respect.  We’re caged animals and they ratchet the punishment up and down just to torture us.

So the cold weather is a perfect symbol of the Gulag that has been built for all of us living in the blue states.  Maybe now that Dementia Joe has been nailed up on his scarecrow pole in front of the White House they’ll let us free.  Or maybe they won’t.

I have one exceptionally cynical old friend who claims that we right wing folk are just sheep and no matter how much abuse is heaped on us we’ll just continue to take it without doing anything more forceful than complain.  He thinks that anything that’s going to happen will have to happen in a red state and even that will be in the nature of orderly and peaceable action.  I’m of a different opinion.  Even in the bluest of blue states, I think a point will be reached where people will revolt against this abuse.  Somewhere a spark will ignite the tinder and a crowd will start a bonfire of these stupid masks and put an end to this idiocy.  And I hope I happen to be nearby to join in.