Given the “mass hysteria, mask hysteria,” as Alan Cassidy puts it, stealing our freedom, I suppose we should have expected our Marxist enemies to cancel Christmas. Whether it’s church services and pageants (Yo, Parson Goat: how could you quash the children’s Christmas program? Our Savior loves little kids, and yet you robbed them—and their proud parents—of this year’s celebration? Everlasting shame on you, Wretch), caroling, Christmas dinner with the extended family, or public concerts of the season’s magnificent music (Messiah, anyone?), Our Rulers have either prohibited these treasures outright or so terrified the sheeple that they dare not attend. We need a Christmas Truce a la the one from the First World War, a day in which the corporate media silences its propaganda, serfs remove their masks (maybe after that sample of fresh air, they’ll ditch their diapers for good!), and snitches and statists repent of their wickedness.
Alas, no truce appears in the offing. The battle roars roundabout, with serfs ostentatiously pledging their obedience to the State and its “Great Reset,” i.e., their own enslavement, via “face coverings.”
Forthwith, reports from the patriots fighting this evil and its one-piece uniform.
Tim in Tennessee is
still seeing a lot of mask wearers in my town inside stores, but more and more people seem to be choosing to let their faces show in public than just a few weeks ago. I went to Knoxville to attend the UT game, and although the vast majority of people I observed were wearing masks no one fussed at me when I walked into a bar, drank a beer, and ate some sushi totally unmasked.
I also saw a lot of people walking around unmasked at the game after making it past the gates (where we had to don the hijab before we were allowed through). On my way out, unmuzzled, I made sure to smile big at the gate attendants and wish them a good night. Walking out of Neyland I was also encouraged to see a fair number of younger people, most likely students, walking unmasked in big groups alongside their friends who were wearing masks, and no one was freaking out at each other.
Scott in Florida
…had a lovely meal out tonight at a Cracker Barrel. Except for people trudging through the parking lot in masks, everything was “normal” inside, because people take off their masks to eat!
My wife talked to her brother in CO: “We can’t do anything; everything is closed.” REALLY glad we made the move to FL.
A fellow Floridian, Alex Paulsen, has
two new techniques I have been using;
One (World Market) store had a sign saying, “Masks Required for Entry”
I slapped the face cloth on and walked through the door then promptly took it off. The clerk who seemed afraid to even come near me, said I had to wear one inside the store. I told her that the sign said “required for entry” I told her that I had one for the entry and the sign said nothing about needing one inside the store.
One good thing about the Masked Morons: they’re easy to outwit! Must be all that deprivation of oxygen.
I got that blank “failed open/deep in the headlights” stare, and went about my business without a further word.
Another place confronted me saying I needed a mask, I merely said, “No thank you, I don’t mind.”
Would that the Masked Morons didn’t, either.
I was in Publix yesterday, they have a mask policy and probably 90% of the shoppers wear one but no one has ever said anything to me about having to wear one. Which is why I always shop there and quit Costco over their Nazi mask policy, but I got a cart that had not been sanitized and the kid tried to tell me he didn’t clean it yet, I just laughed and told him I was not a germophobe and took the cart. As I shopped I ran into a lady, maybe in her 40’s, well dressed, pretty, she was not masked, we passed by the spaghetti aisle and she looked at me and smiled, I smiled back and winked. We both knew what the smile and wink meant, the vibe was clear and powerful. It was a beautiful moment between strangers.
Yo: I need a lyricist and a composer, and we have a new anthem for the Mask War!
It made my day and I shopped with my head high feeling excellent.
Jim Wetzel of Indiana wants
to share a couple of good things that happened to me in the past week. First, back in July, I lost the use of the YMCA, where I’d been a daily workout guy for the past 15 years, when they went all-diaper, all-the-time. That wasn’t so bad during summer and most of the fall, as I’m a cyclist, and was able to get my cardio work in on two wheels (I rode 2400 miles in 2020). But when the cold weather arrived in earnest, I was resigned to purchasing some equipment to use at home, where I really don’t have room for it. But a little voice told me to check out a commercial gym in the area … I think what the little voice was reminding me of was that I had noticed, back in March, that [the commercial gym] still looked to be open for several days past when everything else closed in the first wave of panic. So, I stopped by there one morning last week, and saw that there was a very full sheet of paper taped to the door (bad sign, usually). But I also saw a guy park, get out, grab his gym bag, and head for the door, not pulling out a muzzle to wear. He just went on in. “Hmmmmm,” thought I, and went to the door to read the sign. Per the Governor’s mandate, masks are required to enter the building, but not when exercising, etc. This does not apply if you have a medical condition precluding the use of a face mask. Now, here came the good part. If you enter without a mask, we will assume that you have such a condition, and, in accordance with HIPAA and the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution, we will not inquire about your condition.
These sounded like my kind of people! So I went in and, at the front desk, there was a young man with a bare face. I looked around at the people in the gym, and saw lots of smiles and not a single diaper. “Sign me up,” I said, and now I have a gym again. A good bit cheaper than the Y, too. A small thing, but of such small things is the fabric of our lives made.
Hey, a gym full of rebels is a huge thing, if you ask me!
And then … I have high blood pressure (hereditary, I think), and control it with medication, as well as exercise and diet. But the “medication” part means I have to have a primary-care doctor to prescribe such things. And when they do that, they want to see you twice a year, and they want you to get blood drawn for labs. Not my favorite thing, but I understand their reasoning, especially in this litigious excuse for a society in which we live. I last saw my now-former primary-care in June. We had a somewhat lively exchange of views on face-masking, and when the appointment was over, I was pretty sure she didn’t like me very much any more. I didn’t like her so well either, since all she wanted to do was chirp the latest Fauci bird-slogans. Six months later, I was running out of meds, and started looking for another source of primary care. I had frequently driven past a facility housing something called [Name of Clinic], my eye being attracted by their logo consisting of a stylized mother, father, and child. So I looked them up online, and found that it’s an explicitly Catholic practice … Now, I’m decidedly not Catholic, but I am very Christian, very pro-life, and very much opposed to IVF, genetic tinkering, and the like. So I made an appointment, which happened this afternoon. It’s a medical office, and I fully expected to be required to diaper up, and I had decided, this time, to keep my opinions to myself … but also not to preemptively muzzle — I don’t own one of the damned things anyway. I’d make ’em tell me, and I’d make ’em give me any diaper they required. Two other patients were in the waiting area, both diapered. All the staff was likewise diapered, although one lady was wearing hers in that carefree below-the-chin style. As is my custom when I think I might be troubled, I was extra-cheerful and extra-polite, and … no one said a mask-related word to me, including the nurse who “took me back” and the doctor who eventually listened to my ticker and my windy deep-breathing, and chatted me up for a while. And, as I left, I realized that there was absolutely none of the usual stupid maskie-signage in place, anywhere. Lots of Christmas decorations, though. Is that cool, or what?
Really cool!
There are, I think, small underground streams of liberty flowing, here and there. …it’s a matter of finding them. And, as more people do, the streams get bigger and stronger.
Another Indianan, Eric Morris, writes,
My local library has a health exception, but I noticed they switched it where they were supposed to keep me in a holding cell bellowing baa! while they picked out my books. I just went, maskless of course, and no one said anything.
Jason Dillow sends
a good one from El Paso. I took my Dad to his doctor’s office yesterday to have some blood drawn. He checked in at the door wearing the cloth mask THEY had given him on a previous visit. They wouldn’t let him in!
Love it!
He had to put on one of the blue disposable medical masks just to go in for a few minutes.
What does that tell us about the efficacy of cloth masks? And why did they hand out masks, bearing a corporate logo, that they knew were useless?
The scamdemic rides on!
Ohio’s Mark Higdon
visited my neighborhood Kroger tonight for the second time since Gov. DesWine’s mid-November escalation of statewide “orders,” including masking.
The first visit was a nothing burger. I printed and wore an “ID” tag around my neck that reads “NO Mask, Don’t ask, MEDICAL EXEMPTION”. I also carried in my pocket a print-out of the relevant “edict” verbiage that “validates” my custom-COVID “Star of David”, in case I needed it. Kroger’s mandated “compliance official” (a small, young male)–upon seeing me (a large older male) enter the outer doors–got up and quickly walked off in the opposite direction.
Congrats on routing an enemy!
This evening, things were quite different. While in the checkout line–with my Star of David around my neck–an old man of my vintage (70-something) barked and demanded that I wear a mask. I turned and quickly closed the “social distance” between us, got in his face, and told him to mind his own face and I would mind mine.
He persisted in his verbal nag, and I repeated my response. At first, the clerk said she could not service my purchase, and got on the phone (obviously to call the manager). I held my “badge” up, thrust it forward and asked her, “Is this enough for you?!” She put the phone down immediately, turned to the snitching geezer–who had taken refuge beside her as he continued to kvetch about me–and said, “He has a medical exemption.” As I resumed and concluded my transaction, he resumed his bitching. I leaned over and urged him to go to Hell ASAP for at least ten eternities.
I bet he’d find his way there even without Mark’s advice….
As I was leaving, the ratfink kept impotently rambling on. I told him that, if he wanted to talk to me further, to meet me outside. He said, “You’re not worth it.” Yeah, right, you coward.
If I’m “not worth it,” why did he start the whole effing scene in the first place?
Whether they’re young, old, in between, male, female or pervert, I am more programmed now than ever to spew back far more toxic toxins than I get from these COVidiots. They have it coming, and I have it more than going.
BTW: I now wear a body-cam whenever I go shopping et al. in public. Word to the wise?
I also like Mark’s suggestion of printing and donning your own dog tags. Seeing something “official” likely sealed the deal on the clerk’s siding with Mark against the tattletale (after all, nobody likes a snitch).
An unmasked Mark Edward Marchiafava
strolled up to the front door of the Bradley County, TN, sessions courthouse to argue my case in a civil matter against a deadbeat.
There, on the door, “MASKS REQUIRED TO ENTER THE BUILDING !!”
I chuckled to myself as I entered maskless.
Two deputies sitting just inside the door looked at me, said nothing.
Walked up two flights of steps to the metal detector, tossed my keyring in the basket, stepped through the metal detector, retrieved my keys, THAT deputy said nothing.
Sat in court for an hour, maskless, surrounded by maskholes.
My case was called, walked up, was sworn in, maskless, argued my case and won, neither the judge or bailiff said a word about no mask.
As I was LEAVING, a new deputy at the metal detector said “sir, you’re supposed to be wearing a MASK !!”
I asked “Do you know there are medical exceptions to that ?”
He admitted there are, I said nothing, he said nothing, I turned and left
Mark’s experience reminds us that resolve and courage beat signs every time!
In Nebraska, Charlie
live[s] close to the Omaha – Council Bluffs area. I wish we had a few … anti-maskers here. There was a time, months ago now, when it appeared that people were going to rebel and go 100% maskless. Then something happened and I’m not sure what, but suddenly everyone did an about face and now everyone is wearing masks. Not only that, when I venture out into the public, I get many stares of fear from the mask zombies, weirdly and especially from young adults. The Omaha City council did enact a mask ordinance, but I think the main culprit for the near 100% mask compliance is television. Garbage in, garbage out.
Yep. The more minutes a sheeple camps out in front of the TV, the more he quivers from terror.
As far as television goes – I’ve asked people why they even watch the damn thing. I always get an incomprehensible stare and a “got to get my news and information from someplace.” When I argue that it’s all, 100+% propaganda and brainwashing, they’ll respond, “I can filter out the bad info.” Doesn’t seem to be working very well and besides that, the human mind does not work that way, e.g. “The Mind has No Firewall.”
I never see maskless shoppers at Lowes, Home Depot, WalMart, etc. I do sometimes think I hear bleating, “baaaaaah-ing” noises when I go into these stores. People absolutely refuse to think and will not listen to fact or reason.
BTW, on the Omaha ordinance – one, they extended the damn thing (tyrants got to do tyrannical things) and two, my solution – don’t shop in Omaha proper.
Nancy in Texas
set up at an event in our county seat town and only had about 1 masker in every 50-75 people! It was a great, crowded, fun-time! The square and nearby streets were filled to overflowing with locals, hungry to gather and enjoy fellowship, singing and Santa ( sans glass cage). My prayer is that when they are told no work without vaccine papers, they will band together and refuse! New sheriff comes into office on Jan 1, a few of us plan to go and bring him cookies.
Suborning a potential enemy with gingerbread and chocolate chips! A fine tactic!
The Mask War rages worldwide, so our last dispatch hails from Fr. Seraphim in Russia:
I have been living in Moscow … since January of this year. Earlier this year people 65 and over (me) were to be confined to their homes and masks were required most everywhere and people were even wearing them outdoors, but I refused to follow suit.
In RUSSIA. And yet most Americans are too cowed to do anything but imitate the Morons around them.
Daily I went for a long walk in a nearby park and was often saddened to see so many people in masks.
As a rule, Russians do not smile at strangers. They are very friendly once they know you, but until then, you are just a stranger and there is no reason to smile at you. However, one day while walking in the park, as I passed by a couple walking with their toddler in the stroller, the child looked up at me and smiled. I was stunned. That just doesn’t happen. In fact when I first arrived and would smile at children in the park, they looked alarmed and quickly turned away. A few days later, however, the experience repeated itself not once but twice. In fact, the second time involved twins looking up from the stroller and smiling. How odd, and how delightful I thought.
Yet a few days later, a little girl looked up from her stroller, saw me, smiled and actually began to wave. Frankly I was a little alarmed. The parents looked at the child, looked at me, and then at one another, and then back at me. I quickly walked on, but not before smiling and waving back at the little one.
What was going on I wondered. And then it hit me. I was practically the only one in the park not wearing a mask besides the child. The child was pushed along in the stroller, a blank look on her face, surrounded by faceless creatures. And then upon seeing me, the unmasked one, instantly she recognized a fellow human being and lit up with a great smile. In that moment, we were both filled with joy. In that moment we two humans felt joy and warmth and love. A deep connection. It cheered my heart no end.
Did the composer and lyricist leave yet? ‘Cause we need ‘em again.
Well, that has to be stamped out if the Great Reset is to be successful. Such humanity, such warmth, such love, must be crushed. Perhaps they will succeed in doing so. But not if I and the little stroller brigade can help it!
Merry Christmas to all troops, wherever you find yourself in this war for our very lives and liberty. As we commemorate God’s gracious gift of a Redeemer (hopefully with large, jolly, and rebellious gatherings!), we should remember that He is still sovereign. No matter how apocalyptic the times seem, He’s working through us to fulfill His purposes.
“Oh, come on,” you scoff. “What’s the diff if I wear a mask or I don’t? It’s such a small thing, just a little strip of cloth!”
Yep. And yet the God we serve once fed “five thousand men, besides women and children” with five small loaves and two little fish.
12:07 pm on December 23, 2020
