Too firmly ldgd in he Pcific Northwest hese pas fifty years or s, I had nowhere ele to go, I did NOT go visit California, the Gabbling Nuisance made it clear I was PNG there. Fine. I live in a medium sized city on the I 5 corridor in Washington. The whole place was thgeoretically on lockdown, shot mandates not yet in place as the poke in the arm was ot yet "approved". I knew enough about the technology I had firmly determined I would absolutely NOT roll up MY sleeve. Knowing their worse-than-useless functionality i steadfastly refused to slap on a mug nappie. Went anywhere I wanted to, except for two small stores in town refused me enry without one. I had learned to play the "disability game" well enough. Different stores had different "magic words" to indicate "medical disability". So when (which was rare anyway) I got confronted by some harridan overworking her "assigned duties" to "protect me" I'd simly stand there and declare "I cannot wear a mask safely". Most would let me pass. One persisted... she asked me questions.. I knew she s=could not ask questions specifically about my "private condition", so I kept throwing synonymns at her until I hit on the magic one. Then the store was mine. What a sick joke!!! Proof the whole thing was naught but a charade anyway. Most of the time when I noticed I had picked up a "tail" I just ignored it. I KNEW they could not have me arrested.
Oregon was another matter. I got tossed out of my favourite le=arge grocery store when I steadfastly denied that I could wear that thing on my face. She got NAYASTEE at me. Funny thing, I was (as always) armed but did not want her to notice that fact, even though I was fully legal. Just did not want the ensuing legal attention. So I hopped in the car drove half a mile away and walked into a different not quite so preferred market. Got some harrassment from a dewwb in the check out line, but played dumb... he eventually gave up, failing to provoke me to counter him. His first line was that I NEEDed the "protection" to which I responded not really as I am taking other precautionary steps. He pressed, I said "priviledged personal information". He stomped off in an huff, failing to provoke me. I chuckled. Paid for my food and left.
The most fun I had, though, was when I was asked tocater the coffee service for a family of friends when one of their daughters was to be married. No church could host, lockdown and all. One if the brothers of the Bride (whom I have known since she was six months old) has a large home and grounds, with a covered pavillion large enough in case it rained (it did not...). The rub was that a Sargeant with the County Sheriff lived next door. My friend went and chatted him up, detaiing what was up. He said "I'm not gonna worry about what YOU do in YOUR ground. I trust you. And in case anyone else calls in to our County department policy on ALL covid related issues is this: we are a LAW ENFORCEMENT agency, those rules are a HEALTH department matter. So we tell complainers to call their Health Department, knowing they are far overloaded and will no return calls especially on weekends.
SO we had a fine day, over 350 people all day long, amazing food and a sweet time. I had asked for a list of the countries where family members had served in missions, and so had eight different coffees on the bar all day, from those countries, all hand roasted and hand brewed: India, Ethiopia, Uganda, Guatemala, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Mexico and we ALL lef behind the entire covidiocy for the whole day. That crowd managed to consume about twelve pounds of coffee through the day.
Too firmly ldgd in he Pcific Northwest hese pas fifty years or s, I had nowhere ele to go, I did NOT go visit California, the Gabbling Nuisance made it clear I was PNG there. Fine. I live in a medium sized city on the I 5 corridor in Washington. The whole place was thgeoretically on lockdown, shot mandates not yet in place as the poke in the arm was ot yet "approved". I knew enough about the technology I had firmly determined I would absolutely NOT roll up MY sleeve. Knowing their worse-than-useless functionality i steadfastly refused to slap on a mug nappie. Went anywhere I wanted to, except for two small stores in town refused me enry without one. I had learned to play the "disability game" well enough. Different stores had different "magic words" to indicate "medical disability". So when (which was rare anyway) I got confronted by some harridan overworking her "assigned duties" to "protect me" I'd simly stand there and declare "I cannot wear a mask safely". Most would let me pass. One persisted... she asked me questions.. I knew she s=could not ask questions specifically about my "private condition", so I kept throwing synonymns at her until I hit on the magic one. Then the store was mine. What a sick joke!!! Proof the whole thing was naught but a charade anyway. Most of the time when I noticed I had picked up a "tail" I just ignored it. I KNEW they could not have me arrested.
Oregon was another matter. I got tossed out of my favourite le=arge grocery store when I steadfastly denied that I could wear that thing on my face. She got NAYASTEE at me. Funny thing, I was (as always) armed but did not want her to notice that fact, even though I was fully legal. Just did not want the ensuing legal attention. So I hopped in the car drove half a mile away and walked into a different not quite so preferred market. Got some harrassment from a dewwb in the check out line, but played dumb... he eventually gave up, failing to provoke me to counter him. His first line was that I NEEDed the "protection" to which I responded not really as I am taking other precautionary steps. He pressed, I said "priviledged personal information". He stomped off in an huff, failing to provoke me. I chuckled. Paid for my food and left.
The most fun I had, though, was when I was asked tocater the coffee service for a family of friends when one of their daughters was to be married. No church could host, lockdown and all. One if the brothers of the Bride (whom I have known since she was six months old) has a large home and grounds, with a covered pavillion large enough in case it rained (it did not...). The rub was that a Sargeant with the County Sheriff lived next door. My friend went and chatted him up, detaiing what was up. He said "I'm not gonna worry about what YOU do in YOUR ground. I trust you. And in case anyone else calls in to our County department policy on ALL covid related issues is this: we are a LAW ENFORCEMENT agency, those rules are a HEALTH department matter. So we tell complainers to call their Health Department, knowing they are far overloaded and will no return calls especially on weekends.
SO we had a fine day, over 350 people all day long, amazing food and a sweet time. I had asked for a list of the countries where family members had served in missions, and so had eight different coffees on the bar all day, from those countries, all hand roasted and hand brewed: India, Ethiopia, Uganda, Guatemala, Dominican Republic, Haiti, Mexico and we ALL lef behind the entire covidiocy for the whole day. That crowd managed to consume about twelve pounds of coffee through the day.
Covid? What's THAT?