Maskholes Forever

On my morning bike ride yesterday, one day after Lord Fauci blabbered that “the pandemic is over,” I passed a lone teenager waiting for the school bus outside on the sidewalk and wearing a mask.  I also spotted two people alone in their cars wearing masks, and a man apparently walking to work, alone, and still wearing a mask.  These are people who are either complete morons, or they value virtue signaling more than being able to breathe fresh air (or perhaps both).   How many millions like this has the state created?

Footnote:  Later that day I played a round of golf with three Canadian tourists.  At the end of the round it is customary for everyone to shake hands or at least do a knuckle smash.  All three Canadians stood there looking at me with sheer terror on their faces anticipating that I might reach out to shake hands.  I did not, since I had no smelling salts in my golf bag to revive them with had they fainted in unison on the 18th green.

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