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I Don’t Need No Stinking Mask or Vaccination!

The MAGA-cappers get an awful lot of things wrong, but when they’re right, they’re right and I’m man enough to admit it!

“It’s my body and I get to decide what to do with it!” (The pro-abortion folks minted that phrase. But I’m the sort who likes to give credit to whomever it is due even when it is a bunch of gluten-free, leftist, vegan snowflakes of indeterminate gender.) But the same logic applies to the decision whether to wear a mask or get vaccinated.

It’s my body and I get to decide what to do with it. Ain’t no Washington wonk gonna tell me what to do with my body!

But I have little sympathy for anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers who go around beating their chests, putting their bravado on parade by flaunting mask mandates and ignoring recommendations about vaccinations. This is nothing more than cheap theatrics involving no bravery whatsoever. After all, we all know that Covid19 is nothing more than a hoax fomented by power-hungry government bureaucrats.

The Fake News Media tells us that the number of Covid19 deaths in the USA is approaching one million. Yeah right! I personally knew only two people who allegedly died of Covid19.

I didn’t like either of them very much anyway.

All this Covid-hooey is not really about health and safety. It’s all about control!

So walking around maskless and unvaccinated is a pathetic, false show of bravado requiring no bravery whatever.

I, for one, prefer to take my protests against government intrusion into my personal health decisions farther, a whole, whole lot farther.

For example:

1. Not only do I refuse to wear a mask, but I also refuse to wear a condom, no matter who or what I’m fucking!

2. Not only am I unvaccinated for Covid19, but I also refuse to be, or to allow anyone in my household to be, vaccinated against polio, hepatitis, measles, mumps, chickenpox, smallpox, whooping cough, anthrax, diphtheria, or HPV.

3. Not only do I go to Walmart and to the barber without a mask, but I also drive an hour each way just so I can get my haircut by an immigrant woman from Ghana who I suspect has tuberculosis, hepatitis A, B and C, giardiasis, and a touch of Ebola. She don’t wear no stinkin’ mask and neither do I.

4. After my haircut, I stop to enjoy 5 or 6 beers and a bowl of week old chili in a greasy spoon café where the employees are strongly DISCOURAGED from washing their hands before returning to work after going to the bathroom.

5. Then I snort some potent Bolivian blow before I drive back home not wearing my seatbelt, ignoring speed limits, stop signs and traffic lights.

THAT, my friends, is true bravery!

Unless you can match that, I damn sure don’t want to hear about your little girl bravery for not wearing a mask or not getting a vaccinated against a disease that we all know is just a hoax.