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I find this image peculiarly repellent. Look, I wear a mask when I go grocery shopping. I do it both as a courtesy to those who are worried about the coronavirus and to avoid causing trouble for businesses that have to comply with whatever rule-of-the-day has been handed down from our wise and gracious rulers.
And I try to pay attention to the little arrows that tell me which way I should walk down the grocery aisles. For a guy like me, who already can’t find what he’s looking for half the time, these one-way aisles make my shopping trip considerably longer. But I don’t complain. I’m a trooper. I do what it takes.
At the checkout line, I politely maintain the FDA-approved six-foot safety margin. I’m not a monster, after all. I smile at the person ahead of me, hoping that the crinkles my smile adds to the lines already around my eyes convey something of my bonhomie. We’re all in this lifeboat together, my friend. We’re going to make it.
But I can’t bring myself to stand in the little box my grocery store has thoughtfully provided for that purpose. Something in me rebels. So I’ll stand behind the box, or beside the box, but not in it. I guess I’m a little bit claustrophobic. Maybe it’s because I’m an American; I’ll bet the Swiss have no problem with the little boxes.
Yeah, that’s me, breaking all the rules, just like a middle-aged Antifa street thug (though I don’t have a big-screen TV to show for it, so I must be doing it wrong).
Back during the Obama/Biden administration, there was a thing called “Life of Julia.” It was a short-lived animated advertisement for the left’s vision of America. It featured a young woman, the eponymous Julia, who was cared for, cradle to grave, by the paternalistic state. Her every accomplishment had an assist from Washington; her every failure was cushioned by a loving bureaucracy devoted to her safety and happiness. She was never alone, and never independent.
The Obama/Biden vision of the infantilized Citizen in the perpetual care of a federal daddy figure was just a little too creepy for most Americans, and it was quickly retired.
Now, as pictured here, a Harris/Biden administration will bring us perpetual daycare. Trust a dozen adults to maintain “appropriate” distance, whatever that means when masked people stand around outside? No, of course not. Draw circles so the little darlings don’t get confused. Put chairs in the circles, lest they wander off — as adults are inclined to do when not properly managed. And don’t put the circles too close together, just in case a Citizen decides to stand to stretch his legs and — horrors! — gets close to an edge. Stay in the middle of your circles, Citizens, and remain seated. It’s for your own safety.
I assume that every adult who managed to spend the entire rally safely seated in his or her protective circle, and who didn’t squirm too much, got a silver star. Or a lollipop. Or something.
One can only imagine what will be expected of us by a future Harris/Biden administration should we have an outbreak of a virus that doesn’t have a 99-plus percent survival rate.
To hell with the left’s vision of America.Published in