Even though I've been denied access to healthcare and the ability to buy food-- the latter, absent drive-throughs and "curbside delivery"-- much of my time during this scamdemic has been spent in amusement at just how idiotic and group thinkey people are.
Now the State actors are saying that people should be wearing two WuFlu Burqas-- or maybe even three, or four! They are also now saying that anal WuFlu tests are more accurate! Bending over figuratively wasn't enough to satisfy the power lust: now the bending must be literal!
This stuff is hilarious!
And it gets even better: all of the morons who have gotten themselves injected with "warp sped"-- meaning, dangerously experimental-- "vaccinations" which reprogram their DNA are finding that they are still being required to wear WuFlu Burqas, and that it is unknown whether the "vaccines" even prevent the spread of the WuFlu anyway!
It's like watching one of my cats continually rolling off the bed chasing a laser pointer: how many times can one be fooled-- over and over and over again-- before one catches on? It's astonishing!
I saw through the WuFlu Burqas on day one and have quite literally never worn one, not even once. This is because I'd already known by February or very early March what a nothingburger this virus was, as the data started to roll in.
The fact that we're at the one year-plus mark of this stupid "disease" coming to America and others still don't "get it" is the most mind boggling thing I've ever witnessed.
On an unrelated note, I've often employed car analogies for why I use GNU/Linux: Winbloze is fine when it "just works"-- but the instant something goes wrong, it's a massive disassembly or even total reinstall job, versus just a simple "turn of the screw." Heck, even diagnosis in Winbloze is often impossible, much less solving the issue.
I've often wondered why I'm not more "handy". My father was, and often tried to pull me in to home projects when I was a child-- but they just didn't capture my interest like computers did. Even today, the prospect of even simple "hands-on" things like sanding or painting sounds about as fun as having bamboo shoots stuck under my finger nails.
It's not "laziness", as I'm working my ass off on career and side projects every waking minute of every day: even my hobbies are constructive. I suspect it's just a case of "whatever floats your boat": I couldn't get the house addition contractors I work with at the bug out house to touch a computer, to save their lives!