Walmart and Sam’s Club will start requiring masks at stores and clubs nationwide starting July 20, the company announced Wednesday.

And unctuously, too. The Chief Operating Officers of both corporations tried to excuse their new roles as our overseers:

While we’re certainly not the first business to require face coverings, we know this is a simple step everyone can take for their safety

Wrong. That’s a flat-out lie, as numerous studies show.

and the safety of others in our facilities.

Another whopper. Naturally, these liars cite the chief liar, the CDC, as their “authority” on muzzles.

Meanwhile, MaskMart has created a Gestapo to enforce its nastiness:

…Walmart has created the role of Health Ambassador and will station them near the entrance to remind those without a mask of our new requirements. Our ambassadors will receive special training to help make the process as smooth as possible for customers.

Doesn’t that sentence positively ooze?

The ambassadors, identifiable by their black polo shirts, will work with customers who show up at a store without a face covering to try and find a solution. …

Hey, don’t bust a gut or anything. That “solution” is right under your snouts: remain a retailer instead of transmogrifying into Nurse Ratched.

To our shame, MaskMart hopes to capitalize on the lack of defiance out there among the sheeple:

As we have seen in states and municipalities with mask mandates, virtually everyone either brings a mask or readily complies with the requirement, and we anticipate that to happen in other areas as well.

Please join me in proving them horribly mistaken.

I’ve often shopped at WalMart; I’m exceedingly sorry to see it tyrannizing instead of pleasing customers. I’m boycotting it from now until it rescinds this asininity. I’ve already emailed them of my anger; here’s the link if you’d like to as well. Target, here I come!

Thanks to John Hancock–excuse me, James Nellis for this story, who, when I asked how I should credit him for alerting me, responded,

JAMES NELLIS in big, bold, block letters so that the bureaucrats and other assorted dunderheads can see them from the space station. 

Sounds as if James is as sick of all this lunacy as I am.

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