I yell “Hey, 99.9something percent of all of us are fine after a year of this lockdown — can’t you do math? Isn’t 99.9something percent okay good for you?” When I walk up to a door with a sign on it about wearing a mask, I flip the sign off as a matter of course. I burst out laughing and point at those wearing masks outdoors or in a car, or if I’m driving I’ll slow down and stare at masked pedestrians like they have lobsters coming out of their ears, and then laugh … I feel it is my duty to make things as unpleasant as possible for mask social distancing believers. They need to be stopped because they are no longer just annoying, they have become bloody dangerous, and I don’t mean “bloody” in the English profanity sense, I mean it as in: If the Karens (many are men) continue being bossy jerks, there will be blood shed.

Merry Christmas