Down here in miserable Melbourne I haven't been wearing a mask. At all.
Chinks and Indians haven't challenged me, preferring to avoid my eye as they scuttle past.
It's other white people who are the problem, giving me disapproving looks and enquiring where my mask is. These are the people who will happily send us to the gulag because they believe they are the good guys and it is the right thing to do to keep everyone safe.
Hey, I'm an hour and a half west of you! Haven't worn a mask at all through this entire rubbish, and notice a lot of other people haven't either around here. I think there's a lot more pressure in large urban areas. If I go into a shop and I'm the only person in there the cashier says nothing, but I imagine if there were three or four soyboys or girls with tank tops 2 sizes too small and pink hair all social distancing with their muzzles on so tight you can hear them panting from the exertion of standing they could get courageous and think you will bow to their whim. You can't reason with these people either, they are just so fucking brainwashed. I really don't know what to do about it.
The prospect of a vaccine certificate is truly terrifying. There's enough brainwashed zombies around that it might happen.
A pox on every pollie who supports this.
Agreed. It's got to be the most fucked up part of the plan for me.
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