Mask Maskier

    This stage of the pandemic is like a revolving door leading to the principal's office. Numbers are going up and, since wearing masks has been touted as the solution to the spread, the only conclusion our health officials can draw is that the sheep are no longer submitting, that is, people are not wearing masks. If that were true, there would be pockets of spunky spreaders here and there throughout the country, but the odds of people around the planet all deciding to unmask about the same time are as tiny as Covid germs. Nevertheless, we are being told through every possible means except Morse code, that the same guidelines that have led us to this spike will now lead us to safety. I have social distanced from the beginning, but I do not know how to mask maskier or wash washier.

     If instead of telling us to wear masks to corral Covid, they had said we should flap our arms to fly above the germs, at this point, instead of admitting their fix was faulty, they say we are simply not flapping hard enough or as fast as we flapped at the beginning. If this is not about health care, but an experiment in government control as the conspiracy crowd claims, then it has proved to be an epic fail. People are unwilling to continue capitulating even if their own, or their Grandma's, life depends on it. If health officials want to us flatten the curve, they need to muzzle the mask mantra. If we're already masking, they need to stop asking. And if we're through, what more can they do?