You must wear it in shopping malls. You must wear it in libraries. You must wear it six feet apart, in lines, with your nose and mouth covered.

At first we were told it did nothing to prevent the spread, then it became an optional errand, now it is mandate most places; the same will be done with the “vaccine.”

And if tomorrow they tell you that jumping jacks off of skyscrapers can decrease your chance of contracting Covid, most of you reading this would eagerly do it.

But when will you all, the public, realize it will never be enough? When will you realize that the virus is not the problem, but that the cure of tyranny is worse than the disease?

It has never been about a physical virus, it has always been about a spiritual one — fear. Without fear, no one would so willingly and so haplessly surrender the control of their own bodies, lives, and opinions to some “expert” they never met.

America once had an opportunity to easily resist those attempting to wrest control from her, but now the stakes are rising and such an opportunity is becoming narrower and slimmer. Your rights cannot be eroded without giving you a “reason.”

Our ersatz ruling class, our politicians, are a bunch of weak boned weasels; when protestors storm the building they serve in they cower like school children under their benches and shiver like insects. Why would you trust such lowly people? These people represent you? You want those people as your leaders?

If they are so craven, how easily do you think they cave to financial or foreign power? How well do you think they serve you on a daily basis, making the difficult decisions to run an entire country?

Sure, they will no doubt institute a mask mandate for the rest of us, but watch them and their patsy doctors live the good life on the public dole all the same. This will not end. The music will keep on playing until most everyone does not have a chair. The pandemic is the perfect pretext to breed fear, trust in authority, and more importantly distrust in us, each other, the people.

It disgusts me that the older generations have become so pusillanimous as to roll over with only a few mumbles. Seniors fear death so much that they are willing to chain the younger generations to strict law and policy just so they can live with their creature comforts.

Free people don’t wear masks. Free people don’t lash out at others for not obeying the laws of their masters. Free people don’t dance to the tune of their controllers.

The pretext of the virus is going to be pushed to the extreme in order to take as much control away from the people as possible. If you want to dance, I warn you that you may not have a seat when the music stops.

Nathanael Cooper
Narragansett