The state in which I live is now green on that stoplight thing, which means the Kung Flu situation is pretty much over. You can come out from under your bed now. What’s that? You like it under there? You feel safe and warm? From an affliction with almost a 99% survival rate, which in most cases is mild and you recover at home with Tylenol?
I don’t wear a mask anywhere unless it’s required, usually to enter a store. I put one on without a fuss, the thin, useless, homemade, cloth mask I’ve kept folded in my jeans pocket for months. It’s pure theater. That’s it to the left. It does squat aside from forcing me to recycle air my body is trying to eject.
The people in my mountaintop town are spectacularly addicted to masks, a phenomenon I watch and roll my eyeballs at whenever I’m downtown sitting at a sidewalk table enjoying a nice café Americano negro. Even toddlers are masked.
According to a government website, about 1.5% of our town of 98,000 people have had Kung Flu at any level, which is to say that 98.5% of us have not been infected, and now it’s going away. Boy, those are really frightening figures.
I wonder if we’ll be able to kick the mask habit or if we’ll continue flocking about the sidewalks like the sheep we’ve become. Stay tuned.
This video focuses on the mask obsession. I imagine it was taped in New York City, a heavily Democratic town and, of course, coronavirus is extremely political, Democrats being far more mask-addicted than we smarter conservatives.