WWIII: The Only Conflict in History Fought Over A Uniform

Patriots across the country continue defying Our Rulers’ orders to muzzle themselves. If you, too, are battling “The Science” but feeling alone and discouraged, read on! 

Our first dispatch hails from Cpl. Anonymous in the People’s Democratic Republic of Indiana–

The noose is tightening:  Costco is no longer allowing medical exemption.  Puts me in a conundrum.  My wife got one of those stupid clear face shields from her employer.  I may wear it crossing the threshold at Costco and then take it off.  I refused to give blood the other day because they told me I had to put on a diaper.  I told them quit calling me and telling me how important my blood is then.  

Excellent! Fight back every way, every day! Especially when your opponent relies on you for a donation or, in the case of restaurants, doctors, dentists, retailers, etc., for business. 

Finally, at my parish, the pastor continues to believe in mask voodoo even though he admitted they don’t work!  Not sure what that says… 

It says he’s a gutless wonder. But hey, at least he isn’t as cowardly as the Parson Goat at my soon-to-be-former church. I began worshipping with this congregation in June, despite serious theological differences, only because they re-opened earlier than others in the area, and because very few folks wore masks. But that suddenly changed one Sunday: we arrived to find ourselves just about the only folks with bare faces. Turns out someone in the congregation snitched to the “Public Health” Marxists. As Parson Goat put it when he addressed the members on this development, “I wish whoever it was had come to me and spoken to me first; I would have explained it’s a matter of conscience for me not to wear one.” Yet he’s donned one every Sunday since. Not the stuff of martyrs, that’s for sure. Not even the stuff of a contrarian or rebel. 

But I interrupted Cpl. A:

…coincidentally his brother is the pastor at the next closest parish, so we have been going there.  Interesting, but we went to a different Mass last week, and [a well-known, professional athlete] was in front of me for Holy Communion, and he was breathing freely the whole time waiting to receive Our Lord.  He is part of the 5-10% who makeup The Remnant who still believe in God and not Fauci.

I hope the Remnant comprises that many. 

On the other hand, numbers never matter to our omnipotent Lord, Whose “kingdom ruleth over all”!

From Alabama,  Laura Nauta reports,

My husband and I rarely wear a mask, we went a few places yesterday where they should have “forced us” to but didn’t say anything. … I am getting more angry by the minute and so is my husband. It’s hard to believe this is happening and I admit to sometimes sticking my head in the sand because of the stressfulness of everything going on. …we go out, unmasked, and try to live our lives the way we want and we have family and friends coming from out of state for thanksgiving…

Yay! Celebrate with abandon! For all 2020’s faults, holidays this year offer a bonus: the more food and fun we enjoy with our families, the more we infuriate the enemy!

In Ohio, Mark Higdon 

went to my local Harbor Freight to make a planned and needed $300 purchase. No mask-bark at my entry: merely an apology that their computers were down and that it might cause some inconvenience. I made my intended purchase. I also expressed–within earshot–my appreciation to the store manager for not challenging me for my bare face. I have shopped here for years, and will continue to do so.

Later on, I went to a very small local gun shop (shout-out to Velocity Works, Westerville OH) for a repair job and equipment purchase. First time there since pre-COVID1984. Not only no challenge: there was not a masked face in the store, staff or customer. Again, I duly thanked the proprietor. …

A few weeks ago, when Chaz Donovan voted in New Jersey, he wore 

my Atilis Gym (the gym defying Comrade Phil Murphy’s orders) t-shirt and no mask! I will admit that I did bring a mask that I kept in my pocket in case I had to put it on just to vote. I would normally leave any place that demanded I wear a face diaper, but getting my vote in was the one exception I would’ve been willing to make. Fortunately, no one demanded I mask up. I wrote in Ron Paul, with Tulsi Gabbard as VP. It was an honor to vote for the man.

Saturday, I complimented our plumber on his daring to breathe open air. Chuckling, he lamented Biden’s pronouncement of his victory and called it a “sad day.”  At Walgreen’s, I was the only unmasked customer. No one said a word to me. As I walked out, I saw a mother with two children, approximately four and six years old, who were wearing masks. It is highly depressing to see anyone wear the face diaper, but it is far worse to see it on a child.

Remember when college students were rebels? That time has passed. I have seen countless college age students cycling or running with a mask on. To make it even worse, they do so when no one is within 50 yards of them. I simply cannot wrap my mind [around] this insanity. …

Mike Pence was in Cincinnati about a week and a half prior to election day. My dad got VIP tickets to his speech. Though not at all an enthusiastic supporter, I was more than happy to go – until I found out that not only were masks being required for entry, but temperature checks for every rally attendee were mandatory as well for entry! This was especially egregious coming from the Trump campaign team. That they would make their own supporters go through this charade is unconscionable. 

Another Cpl. Anonymous, this one from eastern Pennsylvania, laments,  

Mask wearing is nearly universal wherever I go.

I am a member of an unprogrammed Quaker Meeting, so we have no Parson Goat.  No matter, a committee can do just as well.  We stopped gathering for worship even before our governor mandated it.  Some enjoy Zoom meetings; I tried but felt no Spirit there. 

No Spirit in a machine? What, are you a realist or something?

Then my wife suggested meeting outdoors as the weather warmed.  This was adopted by quite a few, with attenders asked to wear masks and almost all doing so.  Quakers speak their ministry when they feel led by God.  However, my ministry often seemed to provoke anger – unspoken since it is not our way to argue with others’ testimony.  I spoke of how so much of the ministry of Jesus was about not being afraid, about trusting God. Also “Though I walk through the Valley of Death…”  Mostly fell on deaf ears.  I hope it’s not a faux pas to speak of God and Jesus in Meeting…

Tragically, it may well be. Christians have replaced that holy Name with prattle about “public health” and the “common good.”

Now my wife regrets her suggestion; it seems to have tamped down questions about Quakers being locked out of their own Meetinghouse.  We have stopped attending for the duration, because it makes us so sad. At a time when our faith could use support from worship in community with others, all we get is fear and “The Science”.  I have a nagging concern that our Meeting has been this way for a long time, but only exposed by this extraordinary situation.

My wife does much of the shopping, but since the very start of this, I haven’t put on a mask before entering a store. I wait to see what happens.  My way, if approached, is happy and unconcerned.  “Sir could you please put on a mask?”   Sometimes I enjoy giving them an innocently curious look and asking “Why?”  The reactions are priceless.  “Um… you know… covid?”  Other days, I’ll smile big and say “Oh, that’s OK, I don’t need to!  I’m healthy, and I’m not worried about getting sick from you.” They can’t seem to wrap their heads around that one. 

The health food store is not so sure of their profitability yet [despite] that they challenge their customers.  Early on, one woman behind the counter leaned over and asked loudly “Can I Help You!!?” I smiled at her and said “nah, thanks, I’m here for dark chocolate and know exactly where it is!” as I breezed on by.  More recently another customer turned to the hapless young person stocking shelves and demanded to know, “Is he *allowed* to be in here without a mask?”  “Ummm… ahh…”  The woman never looked at me.  I was tempted to say to her, “yes, I asked God and he said it was OK”, but I just grinned and moved on.

A happy, unconcerned attitude is hard for them to understand. I’m supposed to be fearful, or angry – they don’t seem to have a script for handling happy.

Hmmm: another tactic to adopt. Confound the enemy with laughter and glee!

I was the only maskless one out of the hundreds at the polling station. No one said anything to me, but they did give my wife grief about it (we voted at different times).

Costco is the one place where they absolutely stopped me and wouldn’t let me in sans mask.  I didn’t pretend to have a health condition, as it makes me uncomfortable to lie.  Although, I suppose I could say that my medical condition is “having a healthy immune system”, right?

Or that your “medical condition” requires oxygen.

Tony Matuszak writes in New York State  shops at a

Wegmans supermarket …[where] the sign was missing which has the code number to weigh the organic bananas.  I didn’t have my readers so I could not see the number located on a band around the product.

A stock boy was working right there so I asked him what is the code and he stated I need a mask.  I replied, No.  Again I asked and he said I had to go up front to get a mask.  I asked, Are you going to help me.  He replied, No.  I responded FU. Yes, I gave him the big FU.  Nice and boldly.  Out of character for me, but I did so because he has a lot to learn about himself and the world. …

I asked what his name was, he turned towards me jutting out his left shoulder area and proudly grasped his name badge pushing it forward while stating his name.  I asked him if he is in charge of produce which he responded, No. I stated, Then you’re a nobody.

Back on the road to go hunting, I called my girlfriend to explain what happened.  … Our two local Wegmans know her because she wears her Trump t-shirt or sweatshirt almost always.  And I mean just about always.  They know her presence.

So my girlfriend calls up this Wegmans and explains what happened.  The manager agreed Wegmans provides excellent customer service and it is wrong for any of their employees to be commenting and especially deny service over masks.  She stated she will be talking with him and thanked my girlfriend for bringing this to her attention.  My girlfriend responded she will have a talk [with] me concerning the use of my descriptive. 

As I was shopping in the store and passed a different employee, this person made a comment behind me about wearing a mask.  However, since he didn’t say it to my face, it would have looked like aggression on my part if I turned around. I continued on without responding.

An older stock guy could not stop looking at me when I was in the frozen section and I believe I was the only person in the store without a mask.

Overall, this was the worst Soviet feel I experienced so far.  Which is a very bad sign for this country. …

I felt I was the only non-Soviet in the store.

Yep. War is not only hell, it can be lonely. But it’s worth it, because we contend for God’s celestial gift of liberty.

Tony also patronized a 

Walmart … to return some items. Two women, one very young in their uniform, and the second older in a dark violet covering with no uniform. It looked like the older one was training the younger.

Violet asks me if I have a mask and I said, No. She said I cannot enter the store. I explained to her Walmart’s corporate policy concerning masks – you can offer me as mask, yet I can choose to wear it or not. It went back and forth, I called her a liar, and told her to get her manager. The young girl kept her head down without a sound so I brought her into it, pointing to her and stated, She is a witness.

A higher up lady with a uniform comes and explains corporate policy where I stop her at the word – recommend. I stated, That is correct, I had to explain it to her, and, She (violet) is a liar and should be fired. And, quiet uniform girl is a witness. The lady said she is not getting fired and I asked if she is the store manager. She said, No I’m the front strore manager. I said she (violet) is a liar.

I walked into the store and loudly announced to the employees that violet over there is a liar. 

Whoa! That’s certainly turning the attack back on the aggressor!

Finally, Tony 

went to my bank without a mask on … I was told I have to have a mask on and replied I do not wear one. The teller stated I should use the drive thru.  After a few nice exchanges, I then brought up customer service and if you do not take care of my transaction I will withdraw my funds and close my account right now.  The manager was not present, so the teller made the decision to handle my request but next time I have to wear a mask.

A month later, I decided to use the drive thru, which I cannot recall the last time I used one.  There was a long delay in completing the transaction.  When I was getting ready to pull away, a person standing outside my driver’s window in the next lane was trying to get my attention.

She stated she was the manager and told me that if I want to come inside the bank, I have to wear a mask.  I nicely conversed some back and forth, then stated I do my research.

After I stated a few points, the manager stated, “Cuomo told us to.” Meaning, Governor Cuomo told us we have to wear them.  The manager told me If I enter the bank without a mask on, they WILL CLOSE MY ACCOUNT.

I responded, if you do that, I will hit social media hard putting your bank in the limelight. … I concluded telling her, now you have the answer to what many have asked sometime in their life – why did people back in WWII, climb aboard the railroad cars.

She turned and left.

We conclude with a request from Ken Robers:

Could one of your talented readers take the Johnny Paycheck song, Take this job and shove it, and instead of “job” substitute “mask”?

Or “flu,” as the case may be.

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12:48 pm on November 16, 2020