I’m over those defending or explaining the need of wearing “face coverings.” Raise your hand if you’ve been the victim of virtue signaling, been yelled at, or gotten the “glare” from some misguided citizen riding a high horse. How many someones have filled your social media stream with accusations of “not caring for others?” I’m done with the attempts at guilting me into compliance with “it’s your social responsibility.”
If I hear or read any of that one more time, well … nothing. I’m a civilized human being; all that happens is I write this column. Some might think that is a fate worse than death; so if you are one of those, hurry and click away.
“Your rights end where my rights begin” isn’t a one-way street. Steep yourself in that so you’ll really understand it. Then contemplate this: others’ rights don’t evaporate because you feel threatened. You are responsible for “you”, and I am responsible for “me.”
I’m a “harm ye none” kind ‘a believer. However, this doesn’t absolve you of your responsibility to yourself.
Proponents of the mask would say, “You need to wear a mask because you might spread the virus to me or others.”
The American College of Physicians posted an article on April 6, 2020, Effectiveness of Surgical and Cotton Masks in Blocking SARS-CoV-2: “In conclusion, both surgical and cotton masks seem to be ineffective in preventing the dissemination of SARS–CoV-2 from the coughs of patients with COVID-19 to the environment and external mask surface.”
Are we supposed to be responsible and protect a perfectly capable and healthy adult against what may, or may not, be there? That kind of compact would be infinite. It would require a lifetime of servitude to others. We would constantly be tending to others while completely neglecting ourselves. Mask proponents sound pretty damn selfish.
Let’s think their request through in the simplest of terms.
Robert is walking down the sidewalk, no mask on. Life is good.
Richard walks by wearing a stylish facemask marinated in the virus-soaked saliva it’s collected throughout the day. For Dick, life is also good.
Dick chooses to keep himself safe and walks a comfortable distance away from Bob. Three feet, six feet – oh heck, twenty feet to be really sure.
Dick looked out for Dick, Bob looked out for Bob. Dick’s rights were preserved. Bob’s rights were preserved.
Dick: “No, I had to walk around you.”
Dick: “You encroached on my rights.”
Bob: “How? You chose to walk in the grass because of the small chance I ‘might’ have ‘the’ virus.”
Dick: “You should wear a mask, so I don’t have to walk around you.”
Bob: “Huh? You want me to alter ‘my’ behavior so that ‘you’ don’t have to alter yours? Yeah, that’s not going to work for me.”
Also Bob: “Your cologne offends me, wash it off.”
Bob: “Your cologne, it makes me nauseous. I think it might be giving me a tumor. Wash it off.”
Dick: “I’m not washing it off. You can stand over there if it bothers you.”
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