As the WWIII drags on, the Usurper who stole the presidency “Encourages Mask-Wearing ‘Though the Next Year’.” I despise the Muzzled Masses as much as the next guy, but even I think forcing these morons to suffocate for another whole year is extreme. Still, it’s hard to feel sorry for victims who willingly and even eagerly cooperate with their predators. At least we can assert with perfect confidence that Uncle Joe and the Morons deserve one another.

Ergo, Patriots continue their battle against this evil. And they’re filing reports from theaters nationwide.

Bob in Florida chose the internet as his area of operation when he sent the following note to his “crowd”:

Even if you don’t have small children, please watch both short vids, in order.   Then ponder 2 Cor 3:16-18 below.  I submit to you that there is a connection.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjin99KgCeQ&t=41s

Especially her description of her toddler’s reaction at the 1:25 mark.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pcr1Rmr1rM

2Co 3:16  But when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed. 

17  Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 

18  And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.

Noli timere,

Bob

Bob is onto something: this study Monnie Matthews sent proves the horrific harm the Masked Morons are perpetrating against children, “Physically, Psychologically, and Behaviorally.”

And along those lines, Steve from Lower Michigan took his 

82 yr old Mom shopping at Meijer. A huge store, in fact this one in Traverse City is their biggest anywhere. We each had a cart and once again (as usual), other than one lady, I was the only one not wearing the mask of obedience. While in the check out line there was a masked young couple ahead of me. The Dad was holding a young lad of two that thank GOD was not muzzled. He was looking all around and then he saw me. His gaze was intense, his eyes opened wide, he looked away, looked all around, and then locked eyes with me again and smiled tentatively. I grinned back and his smile grew. Then he buried his head in the crook of his Dad’s neck. He looked up and we smiled again at each other. This simple act of acknowledged humanity almost broke my heart and brings me near to tears every time I think about it. Everywhere the lad looked he saw maskholes, including his parents. Then he saw me. I hope …[this anecdote] helps others to disobey and throw away their damned face diapers. If not for themselves then for the kids.

Also in Michigan, but usually dealing with adults, Larry Ludlow has held several

super-spreader parties … , where we are perpetually stomped upon by the jackboot of the witch-dictator, Governor Whitmer (may she be tarred and feathered and lit on fire). 

And all that tar ought to make her burn as brightly as a mask-free smile!

Her declarations have been ruled unconstitutional because they were not passed by the legislature, yet the naturally fearful business owners have obeyed, fearing loss of their business permission slips known as licenses.

My book club has met continually every month at the homes of its members or in parks. Recently, we met at a Grosse Pointe restaurant once the witch-queen lifted her ban on restaurants. The owners were delighted to have us, and they put us as always in the front window because we are a living advertisement that life goes on.

…Sadly, this past Sunday, my other group, the Michigan Peace and Liberty Coalition, tried to meet at the Royal Oak Brewery, also located in the Detroit area. The witch-queen permits only 25% capacity and a maximum of 6 per table. So when ten of us showed up, I asked the staff if we could have two adjacent tables and possibly re-arrange them to permit easier dialog between the tables. This suggestion was met with expressions of horror from the young and credulous server. I do not wear a mask at places of business because — as I explain when shopping or elsewhere — it is unhealthy for me to press a bacteria and virus-soaked moist mask against my face and nose, which is a vector for infection. I also display my bricklayer hands with their somewhat swollen fingers to show my cardio-pulmonary limitations on oxygen intake. They usually understand. But as I spoke to the hostess, she slowly backed away from me as if I were the grim reaper.

Anyway, over the next 15 minutes, we managed to have our lively conversation, and I at times stepped away from the table — one or two steps. This was too much for the staff. Their “rules” say that all of us can sit without masks while eating and drinking and talking. But if we so much as leave the table for a nanosecond, we have to “mask up.” This is ridiculous of course, but it doesn’t seem to register with the covid-bot types. So after about 15 minutes, the manager asked all of us to leave. We were the only customers in the bar aside from one couple. How can they do this? Either they are afraid of local Karen-type spies that will report them with glee, or they are receiving small-business continuation payments from gov-co, which in many cases are rather lucrative. In other words, they are no longer acting as businesses but as the enforcement arm of the governor’s lockdowner policy.

We had some newcomers that actually drove in from Toledo, Ohio … I was mortified that they had driven in only to be ejected, so we all moved the event to my house, and I bought pizzas and everyone brought beverages and other snacks as supplements. Things went on just fine for a number of hours until another super-spreader event at a neighbor’s home forced me to kick everyone out. I’m the senior member of the voluntaryists in Michigan (except for a guy in his 70s that’s been in it since the early 1970s), so I feel it is important to set a standard before the “new normal” erases everyone’s memory about what life should be and what it shouldn’t be.

Hear, hear!

In Arizona, Warren hasn’t 

worn a mask yet. Natural Grocers & Whole Foods went full Nazi just before Thanksgiving so I don’t go there anymore but have found alternatives, both local and online, that are often cheaper and better.

Good for him!

Park Burrets has

found this works pretty well:

“My doctor told me to not wear a mask.”

[My guess is that some of my doctors are your doctors…

Dr. Vernon Coleman

Dr. Mercola

Dr. Paul]

Yep! The only ones I heed.

A Patriot in Louisiana discloses:

The pharmacy I use is across town in a grocery store with a more regional orientation, not part of a national chain. There were people of all ages entering and leaving the store. The aisles were filled with customers. Mask compliance was near 100%. It dawned on me how masks will make it easy for The State to gauge compliance with its orders. Just grab the people not fully masked up, or find them later with images from the now-ubiquitous surveillance cameras. I read 1984 for the first time decades ago. I never dreamed fiction would become reality.

At the regionally-based grocery store/pharmacy. No one said a word when I walked in mask-free. Once inside, I only saw one other man without a mask. Outside, it was sad to see a healthy 20-something kid wearing a mask in the parking lot while rounding up the shopping carts. I did see a first, however: a man in the check-out line wearing TWO masks.

At a national chain pharmacy. I go there to print photographs. I enter without a mask and a lady exiting the store sidesteps to move away from me. No hassles from the employees, though. They know me well. I’m a cash-paying regular customer. There were two ladies behind the register. One had on one of those ludicrous clear plastic “face shields.” The other had her mask pulled down below her chin. We had a nice conversation about the weather while waiting for my prints to develop.

At the national supermarket store. I enter without a mask. The mask monitor/customer counter must have been on a smoke break. This once-a-week routine has become such a drag that I quickly grab what I need and get out. I was delayed, as usual, trying to find a carton of eggs without any busted shells. While doing this I saw a lady, masked up, out of the corner of my eye. As she went by, she whispered “no mask, no mask, no mask.”  This whole thing is getting creepier by the day.

At Goodwill. I stop by on occasion to donate stuff and to look for furniture or Brooks Brothers shirts ditched by some local rich guy. The checkout counter is in the center of the store. As I walked by, a cashier said, “Sir, you can’t be in here without a mask.” Fine. I promptly walked out. There is a regional version of Goodwill in my town that serves people with “mental challenges.” I drove over there and pulled into the drop-off area. I saw the usual “masks required” signs and “social distancing” stickers on the door. I braced myself, expecting to be chastised for being maskless. I was pleasantly surprised when four of the store’s clients came out and greeted me warmly. They placed my items in a shopping cart (known in these parts as a “basket”) and thanked me. My only regret was that I hadn’t thought of going to this place before.

At work. I am required to wear a mask. (It is what it is). Some of my sales associates, and assistant managers, are always masked up, even while walking to their cars at the end of a shift. At least half of the employees, however, wear masks below their noses. I raise mine up or down given the circumstances.The associate in the department adjacent to mine, a man about my age, does the same thing. A few aisles over, a much younger man never has his off at all.  A couple of weeks ago I was helping two thoroughly masked up customers decide on products in a lengthy exchange. As they left the woman said “I’m  nervous that you don’t wear your mask correctly.” It was halfway down, I’ll admit. But was she serious? Was it deadpan humor? Masked up the way she was, I couldn’t tell. I waited, expecting a visit from an assistant manager. Nothing came of it. The store puts out a box of disposable masks for customers just inside the entrance. I question the sanity of this. Do you want to grab something from a box that’s been pawed through by total strangers? How is this policy protecting the safety of anyone involved? Simply put, the mask nonsense really irks me. It hinders efficient customer service and sometimes leaves me in a state of confusion. Last week a very nice lady, with glasses, brown hair, and a huge black mask, came in to rectify a mistake in her pickup order. She went to customer service. When she returned to my department we straightened out her situation. I saw her again, I thought, about twenty times that night. The women I saw, however, were different customers, all seemingly identical in masks, glasses, and hairstyle. Another frequent customer, a woman who rides in one of the “handicap” carts, was wearing a pulled-down baseball hat, a mask, and a plaid shirt. I thought it was a man. I’m glad I didn’t address her as “sir.”

I’m sure SJWs deem that remark sexist or cis-gendered or something, so we’ll award Patriot two bonus points.

Clay from Illinois 

went to the Post Office, without a mask of course.

Upon finishing the transaction this happened:

“Sir, next time you come in please wear a mask”

– I can’t wear a mask

“oh you can’t? do you have a …..”

– I have one lung.

“oh my, one lung! 

– Yes, can you imagine what would happen to me if I wore a mask? 

” oh, I know these things are terrible, you can’t breathe”

– yep, one day at a time though, right?

“ain’t  that the truth, well you have a great day! 

I knew she’d think I meant I had only a single lung, it was amazing how quickly she went from telling me to wear a mask to being very sympathetic. Okay so I lied, but did I really? I do have one lung, it’s next to my other lung. We are being lied to constantly about masks and everything else. I’m really getting tired of it so I’ve been experimenting with different responses, the “I have one lung” excuse is proving to be a winner.

Mr. Anonymous recently vacationed in Colorado:

Initially, the experience was unpleasant as the ski resort had paid about a dozen staffers to roam the place, harassing skiers and requiring them to self-smother even while outdoors. I worried that I would have extra difficulty breathing in this low-oxygen environment. I was already gasping for air due to the high altitude. With the required face covering cutting off my breathing and fogging my eyeglasses, I feared that my ski vacation would be completely ruined by mask Nazis.

My worries quickly dissipated as I discovered the enforcement to be quite lax. After being reminded to smother your face, you could lift a neck gaiter over your mouth and move on, removing it a few seconds later to breathe the fresh mountain air freely until the next chance encounter with a resort worker. I breathed freely for most of the first day, despite being hectored several times. I also breathed a sigh of relief after counting the many other “violators” in the crowd. After 50 observations of face-naked people on the first day of skiing, I stopped counting. Enforcement for this business would clearly be impossible without expelling lots of paying customers. The resort was obviously going through the motions of verbally requesting face covering, without imposing any consequences for people trying to breathe normally. 

I also quickly realized that there was a giant loophole in the self-smothering rule. If you were consuming a beverage, you could walk around face-naked anywhere you wanted. So whenever possible I simply walked around with a small, half-full bottle of water in my hand, which allowed me to breathe completely unmolested. I even chatted with a mask-enforcer for about 10 minutes with no face covering. When I said goodbye to him, he politely reminded me to cover my face “after you finish your drink.” I responded: “After I finish my drink? Okay, thanks!” I was sure that I would not be finished with my drink for the entire rest of the week!

The most invasive experience took place inside the building of my rental unit. A crazed private resident shouted at me and demanded that I don a face diaper while walking down the hallway. I ignored his rude questions about my personal clothing choices and walked away, saying nothing as he stalked me into a stairwell. He proceeded with loud threats about reporting me to the condo association (which he claimed would expel me from my rental unit) and to the police. He hollered that the fine for breathing was “$50 per day.”

Fortunately, this self-appointed hall monitor’s threats were either ignorant or intentionally deceptive.  An examination of the rental contract revealed no provision for failure to wear useless head garments. And the county government web site says the following about the reporting of alleged violations of Covid policies: “Public health advisories are not orders and complaints related to public health advisories will not be investigated.”

Rick in Oregon went

into Rays, the place I like to call the exorbitantly priced food store and grabbed some bread and other things. I walked blatantly in without a mask and nobody even tried to hassle me. 

Until….(dun dun DUN!) I got to the counter. The clerk rings up my items and is waiting for me to finish entering my PIN and asks, “would you like a face shield or a mask?” 

I just laughed, and said, “Why? I’m out of here.”

He finished bagging my stuff and said, “Well you should have one.”

And I didn’t answer him at all. This tactic has worked for me on other occasions as well. Most of the time that somebody tells you “it’s required” or “you’re saving lives” or whatever stupid nonsense they have devised, it’s to create a conflict and make you afraid. Either that some legal authority will at any minute come for you, or some invisible bug.

People typically respond with an argument of some kind and it keeps the conflict alive and increases the likelihood that things will escalate. Not responding at all is the most effective “response” in my experience. 

Without our participation in an argument or resistance. their side of the equation collapses. 

The clerk in my case was already ringing me up and bagging my stuff. What threat could he offer at that point to make me comply? No argument on my part was necessary. 

Those of you averse to confrontation may want to adopt Rick’s tactic. And those of you as frustrated and furious with the Masked Marxists as I should adopt mine: rip ‘em a new one.

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