Understand that masks have nothing to do with your health and everything to do with your submission. That would sound nutty if it wasn’t so woke, but there’s really no other conclusion to be drawn. The Very Important People demanding that we indulge in chin bondage don’t do it themselves, except in performative appearances, after which off it goes and they get to be free again. Unlike us. We don’t. We get to submit, to masks, to vaccines, to lockdowns. The submission is the point. It’s the goal. You’re being trained.
Today, it’s a mask. Tomorrow it’s your soul.
“That’s crazy talk, Kurt! You are crazy. Also, the Omega variant is coming and prepare to close your company again. Don’t worry, you can buy Door Dash with our government Freedom Cash that we borrow from the Chi Coms!”
The lies are so obvious that they are barely worth pointing it out. And it’s all lies. Instead of the clusterfark we are in now, imagine a world where the use of masks was actually governed by science. How would things be different? Well, there’d be a lot fewer masks, and not just in free states like Florida and Texas. We would look at data. We would measure costs and benefits. We would refuse to bind up kids since that makes zero sense. But mostly, we would not be emotionally invested in the answer to the question “When are these lip thongs useful, if ever?”
None of that is happening though. There’s no science here, despite the left’s mad, passionate, performative protestations of love for it. Science was always a tool for them, to be tossed back into the toolbox when it became inconvenient.
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Science would say, “Hey, these things don’t really work, and if you’re that concerned you can go get a vaccine.” Who, exactly, are we wrapping Frito Bandito bandages around our mug to protect, anyway? I’m all for making your own choice about a vaxx – I got it, because it was right for me – and if you don’t want to, cool. Just don’t expect me to gag myself with some bacteria-ridden towel so you can go vaccine commando. Except it’s generally not the vaccine hesitant – read “People Who Don’t Trust The People Who Have Been Lying To Us” – who are the most mask psycho. If you tell one of these dorks, “Dude, if you’re so concerned about the flu, got get stuck and tie something around your own piehole,” they would look at you like you were nuts, as well as a heretic. Those things would seem like a reasonable course of action if your goal was preventing disease, but it is not a reasonable course of action if your goal is inflicting petty humiliations upon people you consider your inferiors.
And that is their goal.
No, masks are vital, to the geebos pushing masks, because they represent the successful exercise of power over the lesser humans, like you. Masks are not a pandemic prophylactic but a badge of solidarity. “See,” their bearers signal. “I am one of the good people. I have been assimilated into the collective. And now we must make those bad people conform.”
In fact, masks are generally useless.
The germs pass through them like illegals sneaking in through Kamala’s open border. Masks are the TSA airline security line of viral loading – pure theater, the taking of a nearly useless action merely for the sake of doing something, anything. But none of that matters, of course. It never did.
The juice is making those uppity normals don these things. That’ll show ‘em.
But the super juice is throwing a big party in the Hamptons with 600 of your closest rich, liberal friends, burning a bunch of fossil fuel to get there from the climate change conference you were just attending, and then not wearing a stupid mask as you awkwardly danced to crappy Pearl Jam songs.
As if there was some other kind.
The Obama orgy was not supposed to be a secret. Oh, they acted like it was, but if it was secret it would not have the desired effect. The desired effect was to push the fact that our elite overlords could not be bothered to even pretend to be bound to the rules and commands that we are expected to obey.
It was a lesson. We pigs get the milk and apples. You proles get the gruel.
Whether it’s Governor Hairstyle at the French Laundry, or that nincompoop in DC at some wedding, or the Stepford Governor in Michigan jetting off the Florida – which we were informed was ground zero of the apocalypse since Ron DeSantis is looking to take on President Asterisk – the fact that our betters are not bound to obey the rules is an important message for the masses.
You are second class citizens in your own country. Submit accordingly.
We need to draw the line here, while it is merely a mask in your face instead of a boot.
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