A short note on masks.
There have been no mask mandates where I live, in Nashville, TN, for many months. I still wear one.
Due to several conditions, I cough a lot. It is merely courteous to prevent others from being uncomfortable.
I get frequent lung infections, and I don’t want anyone else to catch them.
My daughter has a debilitating autoimmune disease. She has medical appointments most days; if she doesn’t, I do. She cannot afford to get sick.
Some establishments have signs announcing dress codes. I comply out of courtesy, as one does in a civil society.
Politics are irrelevant.
There have been no mask mandates where I live, in Nashville, TN, for many months. I still wear one.
Due to several conditions, I cough a lot. It is merely courteous to prevent others from being uncomfortable.
I get frequent lung infections, and I don’t want anyone else to catch them.
My daughter has a debilitating autoimmune disease. She has medical appointments most days; if she doesn’t, I do. She cannot afford to get sick.
Some establishments have signs announcing dress codes. I comply out of courtesy, as one does in a civil society.
Politics are irrelevant.
Hackles up, boys. The Leftists are marching.
Recalcitrance is apparently in my chromosomal makeup; and little in life has so encouraged it as has the mask frenzy. Today when I see people in masks walking around in a grocery store, civility is not what comes to mind. Fear and mental illness do.
If I arrive at a doorway at the same time as another person, I will hold the door and invite the person to go ahead. I say please and thank you, yes ma’am and no sir. I do not litter, nor do I employ cans of spray paint to express my disapproval. I don’t smash storefront windows when someone I’ve never heard of takes a swing at a cop and gets his ass handed back to him; but I always remember to thank the guy who does. Laughter is good medicine.
That pretty well defines the fractious limits to my personal civility. So, anytime a purple and green haired person with metal in hisorher face begins lecturing me about my civic responsibility to wear a mask, I balk. I can’t help myself, and I attribute my refusal to join the herd to a meaningful quote made in my presence, 45-years ago. The speaker was Joe Kirkland, a long-dead heating and cooling contractor from Jackson, MS. One evening as Joe and I and some others sat in my father’s office after hours and drank draft beer, the gravel-voiced, chain-smoking, beer swilling Joe allowed, “I ain’t got time fer no stoopid sumbitch.”
I lovingly recall Joe’s heartfelt pronouncement at every opportunity, and in the past two years they have been abundant. Civility, then, takes a back seat whenever it runs afoul of logic and reason.
Did you mean to duplicate for emphasis? Wearing a mask need not be political, sad that it was made political. Trump's vanity got the better of him and Pelosi decided that was a good issue to trash him with. Politicization of the pandemic has cost our nation a lot. Saw this analysis https://thegrayzone.com/2022/03/31/left-covid-lockdowns-mind-autopsy/. The resulting censorship stiffed necessary debate.
You friends will know why you mask, the others can just ....