Readers nationwide continue to report success at eluding the Mark of the Beast, a.k.a., masks, while shopping. You can, too! 

We’ll start with Mr. Anonymous in northern Virginia–

I went to Sprouts … and a muzzled worker asked if I wanted a mask that she offered me.  Of course I declined.  Then she said everyone has to wear one, and that I had to wait before entering the store so she could get the manager.  When he arrived, he asked how he could help.  I told him the governor had made exceptions for people with medical conditions, and I even showed him the printed copy from the internet.  He said it was “store policy that everyone wear a face mask inside” and that I could order online if I did not want to wear one.  I just turned about and left.

Subsequently, I went to a Whole Foods, and the masked “greeter” motioned if I wanted a mask.  I smiled and said no thanks and went in.  Of course, I was the only man or woman without the submission mask.  When I placed the items on the belt for check-out, a different woman happily offered me a mask (who knows from where she got it, or if she first scrubbed her hands, etc.) and said everyone had to wear a mask.  I said I could not for medical reasons.  Then she said ok, and scurried off.  I spent a few hundred dollars there, figuring it may be the last time I may purchase any groceries.

Keep Mr. A’s ploy in mind: if one store refuses admittance because of your naked face, try another. And be sure to tell the first place as you leave, “You’ve lost a customer today for good. I won’t be back.”

Next, Anthony Powell recounts his experience at MaskMart:

I went to Wal Mart last night in Waynesboro, Mississippi.  As I approached the entrance, a surly employee in his early 20s greeted me with ‘got a mask?’

I said ‘My understanding of Wal Mart corporate policy is that someone with a medical condition can enter without a mask.  Is that correct?’

He responded ‘I don’t need a f….n’ lecture.  Do you have a mask?’

At that point, I lost my composure and said ‘Don’t cuss me!  Get a manager and I’ll ask them!’  He trudged inside.  I walked in and asked another employee the same question.  She said, ‘yes, you can come in without a mask if you have a medical condition.’

A few seconds later, four more female employees approached, and I asked them.

They replied in the affirmative also.  So, one of my sons and I go into Wal Mart without masks, and are the only customers in the store who are maskless.

I decided not to report the profanity of the first employee I encountered.  He likely would have been fired, and I didn’t want to add to the unemployment numbers in Mississippi…

Another day in the life of Amerika dealing with Covid-1984.

Consider the unspeakable imbecility of those Amerikans who assume that woven cloth can snag a virus, especially when the fabric doesn’t seal air-tight to their face. 

And these Morons vote. Any questions on why we’re in the mess we’re in?

Meanwhile, Rick from Oregon 

walk[s] into stores around here with no mask and have the Governor’s so called mandate downloaded to my phone. If they object to my medical exception as enumerated in the document and want to give me a hard time, I ask them if they’ve even read the mandate they claim dictates my health choices. Only one person has even gotten past that question and the one that was sincerely interested, I showed him the PDF I downloaded from Oregon’s health dictatorship website.

One store I went to was handing out little “exemption” slips and gave me one after I told them I am exempt. It’s printed “Medically exempt from wearing a mask while shopping at [store name redacted].”

The only real problem I’ve had was with a customer who followed me around asking me why I wasn’t wearing a mask. The more I ignored him, the more exasperated he became. Later he got in line at the checkout right behind me and instead of addressing me, cried out. “I guess we aren’t wearing masks anymore!”

I just laughed. The guy had a beard that OSHA would suggest made his mask totally useless.

And from Michigan, fiefdom of the Wicked Witch of the Midwest, Mike says of his local MaskMart,

There was a cop stationed by the one door that was open for entry. I was expecting him to tell me to mask up, but I walked right past him into the entryway, past the guy counting people to make sure the store doesn’t exceed its Fuhrer-mandated reduced capacity, and did my shopping. I saw at most one other maskless customer (I didn’t get a good look to be sure), but no one–customers or employees, including the guy who had to assist me at the self-checkout because you can no longer buy cough medicine in the U.S.S.A. without proving you’re over 18–said a word to me about daring to walk around the store as everyone did in February. I can only hope I inspired a few of the masked sheeple in the store to ditch their muzzles, too.

AMEN!

Finally, JVC in Texas states that he

[w]ent to town for the first time since our esteemed Gov Abbot caved.  Been laid up with another virus (shingles), and I can testify that the wuhu flu couldn’t be near as bad for a healthy person of any age.

Any way, went into tractor supply sans mask, and no one even glanced sideways even though all staff and most customers were covered up.  Noticed that most of the “rebels” were female, and of the vintage that rebelled in the 60’s also.

Next stop was Walmart where the foot traffic is directed through hoops and barrels.  Guy keeping track of numbers said I needed a mask to enter, and even offered to provide me with one.  Pointer to the sign mandating masks with its exceptions and said medical and walked on in.  No other problem, although there were at least 5 other watchers between the door and grocery floor.. As at Tractor Supply, there were very few without masks, and I made it a point to smile broadly at those who gave me a disapproving look.  Another interesting thing.  At the checkout  (I never use self checkout since that takes a workers position away) there was a prominent sign about the “coin shortage” and to use exact change or other means of payment.  My total was 30 some dollars, and I handed the cashier a hundred.  She never even blinked, just took the bill and made my change.

Seems to me that no one really cares if you come into their store face naked as long as you are spending money–cash or otherwise–at least in my little part of Texas.

The moral of these stories? Mandates aren’t mandatory. Let that inspire and embolden you!

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