By turning the nation into a weird form of North Korea. the new class gets new perks. Instead of standing in long lines dressed like idiots, they will soon have private shops where they can shop like normal people in a normal society. The next phase of liberal democracy is concierge shopping to go along with concierge health care. You see, who we are is a nation of equals with one set of rules for the Cloud People and another for the Dirt People.
The hero nonsense does not stop with the boot to the masked face. Just as happened in communist societies, fanatics are now rising up among us to hector the rest of us about our adherence to the new rules. This plague first started on-line with the “Cucks and Karens”, as one commenter called them, tone policing anyone questioning the mass idiocy we see all around us. Now they have spilled into the real world, furiously looking to heroically tell people to keep their distance.
Since I will not stand in the idiot line for the market I usually solicit, I went to another market that is not as heroic. They have a fat broad making sure everyone entering is dressed like a train robber. The greeter has not become the enforcer, but you don’t have to stand outside like a moron. This store serves the working and middle-class, while the really heroic store serves managerial types. There is a strong correlation between class and the willingness to suspend the sense of disbelief.
Inside the store they have arrows on the floor, meaning you have to walk up and down every aisle in a specific order. Apparently, heroism now means having to examine every product on every shelf before you leave the store. This is actually dumber than the Soviet-style lines to enter the store. No one is going to traverse the whole store because they forget to get something in aisle one. As a result, people are violating the edicts and going about their business like sane people used to do.
I was one of those sane people, going against an arrow to get something when a Cuck and Karen in their TikTok costumes said something to me about the arrows. The Cuck did the “Sir! Sir!” bit, but I just ignored him. After I got what I wanted, I turned around and he was saying something, but I could not hear it because my hearing is not good and he was talking through his sissy rag. I was ready to ignore him, but then he did the same “Sir! Sir!” bit to an old guy who was violating arrow policy.
Having reached the age where I no longer bite my tongue in public, I said to the guy, “It is bad enough we have to put up with nonsense, we don’t need idiots like you pretending to be the police of us.” He then heroically said something about it “being about all of us” and I reminded him that the most likely way for him to end up in the hospital was to keep talking. The old guy, heroically chimed in with a vigorous “Fuck you, asshole” and a middle-finger at Cuck and Karen.
The Boomers get a lot of grief from certain people and some of it is surely justified, but the only rebels I see in my travels these days are old-timers. This was not the first time I’ve seen an old person tell one of these prissy heroes to do an unnatural act when confronted about a mask or other dumb stuff. All the butch young guys are sheltering in place, heroically self-isolating while whining about the Boomers. The growing protests we see are almost all old people. Zoomers ain’t our heroes.
I myself have taken to saying “Moron” whenever I walk by another masked pissypants—not whispering it, not muttering it under my breath, just saying it in a normal tone of voice and passing right on by. Not saying it threateningly or angrily either, mind, just making a casual observation and moving on. It’s the native curmudgeon in me being brought to the fore at last, maybe. But I can’t help but feel that I probably should have been doing it long before this whole shitshow descended on us.
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Great post.
I see this all the time where I am. I am really just over it to tell the truth so I get a bit ornery in these situations
“Great post.”
Ditto!
“…and I reminded him that the most likely way for him to end up in the hospital was to keep talking.”
An old fashioned way for boomers to say shut up commie.
Zoomers? They drive their Priuses and Teslas like a Granny with Mr. Magoo eyes, making sure to be 5 mph under the speed so as not to go anywhere near being “over the speed limit” and having an ZOMG Moment.
More like the Slothers.
“making sure to be 5 mph under the speed”
All while driving in the left lane on the interstate.
Heh. I have a mask, Mike:
https://www.rageon.com/products/zombie-team-face-mask
It goes with my quarantine T-shirt:
I wear them when I want to take the piss on the Nation of Weenies Branch Covidians. (We do have a few around here. Not many, but a few.)
I consider it an Act of Curmudgeon.
Yesterday I saw a lady in Walmart with the beekeeper/gardening style hat with the veil hanging down around the whole brim. I think she thought it was acting like a “mask”. My wife and I couldn’t help letting a chuckle out but she was oblivious to it anyway.
An Old Curmudgeon is a Good Curmudgeon.
I’m getting a Plague Doctor mask to wear to my next appointment with my PCP, mostly because I know that it’ll freak out the receptionist and the Doc will get a kick out of it. 🙂
Cleaning out the garage today, rather, unpacking boxes yet unpacked from the move a year+ ago :), I found an old pair of gas welding goggles. I put those on with the mask I use when mowing grass (a P95 3M) and I looked like a large bee.