I’m Masking Up Again

I don’t trust information that is politically driven

The Delta and Lambda variants have made me concerned. I’m reading reports on how vaccinated people are contracting Covid.

Despite the easing of mandates, I never stopped wearing my mask in public places, i.e., the supermarket and such. After an exception with the gym, I’ve since resumed masking up there as well.

While working out, it dawned on me, that it would be prudent to resume wearing my mask. The optics and demos of the gym reminded me that most members are also part of the club scene and Jersey Shore crowd. Add in the science that says this age group (the 20s to 30s) are contracting and spreading the Delta variant. No word yet on the Lambda, but why wait? Why risk it?

At the time of my decision, my mom was dying and my father fully vaccinated had been my mom’s primary caretaker. At the spur of the moment, I might be required to visit my parents. Without ample time to quarantine for my dad’s sake, since I’d have to get there ASAP.

For the record, I’m vaccinated. I received the J&J one-shot deal back in April. I feel confidant I’d be ok for the most part. On further reflection, I’m glad and relieved I’ve decided to mask up at the gym. A bit annoying, but worth it for health reasons and peace of mind.

Fauci’s Alibi

I love Dr. Fauci as much as the next guy. But he’s human, fallible, and he’s also political. He’s neither a crook nor a quack, but he’s from Washington. Yeah, that Washington — D.C.

In the early days of the pandemic, Dr. Fauci told the public we didn’t need masks. A white lie? Ya darn, tootin’. A load of bull, from the good doctor himself. He backed it up by saying there was no evidence that surgical masks contained the spread of the virus, nor protected those from infection.

Why? At the time, PPE was in short supply, and the hospitals treating seriously ill patients required it. As PPE production ramped up and ample distribution followed, it was suggested and eventually mandated that the public mask up. Of course, and by then, the hospitals had a surplus of PPE. As did our local pharmacy and hardware store.

I’ll give the good doctor a pass. I forgive you Dr. Fauci, but I’m also Italian, so there’s no need to forget. That’s how we roll, Hey, paisan!

The Recent Variants

I’ll let the talking heads duke this one out. The anti-vaxxers, pro-vaxxers, and conspiracists in a WWE royal rumble on the Main Street and local level.

I get it. Big Pharma is in business to make money. The more doses they produce, distribute, and administer, the more moolah they make. Let the skeptics claim the variants are overblown for Big Pharma to make their loot and the government to maintain their control.

Let the narcs, rebels, Karens, and Todds among us debate the issue. I can’t be bothered. I’m too old to argue. I don’t have the time or patience to get into the life coaching biz.

Masking up and vaccinations are a personal choice. I don’t agree with your ignorance and arrogance, but I’m not about to fight over it. You and your stupidity aren’t worth it.

I’ve learned a long time ago, practice, and dare to remember, you don’t argue with fools nor wrestle with pigs. That’s why we have our local police. Call them in, and let them handle any public escalations. The knuckleheads and covidiots have rights, but so do we.

Live and let live, but proceed with caution. Every time this virus mutates, it’s breaking new ground and demographics. The vaxxed, the non-vaxxed, young people, and now children.

Until it’s eradicated, I’m done listening to anything but the science and hard facts. Spare me the talking heads, mumbo jumbo, and your rights.

Thanks, but no thanks. I have my own version of rights, freedom, and personal agenda. Which includes a new and exciting normal. A healthy outlook, life, and body to enjoy it.