Everybody is wearing a mask these days. Except me.
I am done with masks. I hate them. They steam up my glasses, I feel like I’m choking on stale air, nobody can hear what I’m saying, and they don’t stay where they belong anyway so I’m always poking, pushing, and tugging at my mask.
I don’t even know why everybody is wearing masks when so many medical experts and studies say masks don’t work against coronavirus.
“The main transmission path is long-residence-time aerosol particles— Denis G. Rancourt, PhD
(< 2.5 μm), which are too fine to be blocked, and the minimum-infective dose is smaller than one aerosol particle.”
The only benefit, according to psychotherapist Amy Morin, is that wearing a mask may be good for mental health because it gives the wearer “the illusion of being in control.” Of course, it’s only an illusion. Because the damned things don’t actually work.
The key word from Morin’s study is control. That’s what mask-wearing is all about. The Center for Disease Control (there’s that word again) reported in May that masks don’t work.
Some government officials (can you say Governor Cooper?) want to control our behavior, throttle our economy, and influence our election. And they have found all it takes is a mask, some totally arbitrary rules with winners and losers, and a little public shaming.
This week a small Ohio woman was assaulted and tasered by a very large policeman for not wearing a mask as she watched her son’s football game. Nobody other than family was anywhere near her, so obviously the arrest was not about safety, it was about control.
The other day I saw a young woman sitting alone on a bus bench with nobody within blocks of her, wearing a mask. It was just sad.
It seems to me that many people wear masks to avoid political incorrectness rather than a dread disease.
I’m done with it. Those who are afraid of a “pandemic” disease that has been over-hyped, misreported, and weaponized by officials for political gain should just relinquish control of their lives to the government and stay home.
Yesterday at the grocery store I walked past the “mask required” sign at the door and grabbed a cart. I glanced around the store to see if any other rebels were going mask-less like me and saw only one. As our carts passed we fist-bumped and exchanged smiles, to the horror of a group of terrified millennial women nearby.
Call it “Toxic Mask-ulinity”.
Tom Balek – Rockin’ On the Right Side
All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again
How I wish to God that you were here