Maskhole Encounter

Laws divide us. They create violent enforcers and innocent criminals. When those laws are imposed by the smallest political class, the effects are exacerbated.

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I was maskless in a Delaware library with my sons this morning. We searched the stacks for Minecraft, Pokémon, Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, and One Piece books.

My younger son has read 18 volumes of the One Piece manga series. Our look at the online catalog revealed that the 19th volume was available at a library on our way home, but I could not place it on hold. We had the time for a detour and headed in that direction.

This library had a very different feel. There was a uniformed guard insisting that we all wear masks. We walked out and I gave my sons a choice, wait in the running car with the A/C on while I ran in for the book or put masks on for a few minutes to join me. After fumbling in the car for our long unused and cross-contaminated masks, we returned to the entrance. A man was exiting the library and started challenging me in an elevated voice. The jist was that I was part of the problem by giving into the mask wearing. I tried to tell him, “Long day, man, tired of the fight. There are things we can only get in there and I’m giving in for a few minutes.”

He chose not to hear me. He accused me of child abuse for forcing my children to mask. I explained in clear words the choice they had been given and directed him to ask them about their decisions.

He chose not to hear me. I tried once more to explain that I may not be perfect, but I wasn’t the enemy.

My blood was up, but I saw this was fruitless. I turned my back as he crowed about my freedom to jump off a bridge, or some such nonsense.

I entered the library and noticed the guard was distracted from his post. I also checked into my memory and realized this maskless hero had only walked in a minute earlier to drop books in the return slot. His bravery extended to shouting at a single dad and his sons.

Laws must be enforced arbitrarily. One library has no mask enforcement while another in the same state has a uniformed guard dedicated to enforcement. That guard has no backup, so even that enforcement is subject to circumstantial whims. This arbitrary enforcement creates confusion. The confusion manifests as wholly absurd behaviors including yelling at strangers and improperly (and inconsistently) wearing masks.

It is all a dad can do to create a sane and stable environment for his children. It drains me many days. Today was worse than most.

Be kind. Don’t make assumptions. You don’t know how bad someone’s day has been or why they are doing what they are doing. Don’t be a maskhole.

Correcting a Mistake

I can’t remember why I was on a tirade. I’m sure it was stupid and embarrassing and my own doing. My younger son brought a piece of art to give to me to calm me down or distract me. I was a shit about it and brushed it aside.

He was away this weekend and I found the spin art created from his first KiwiCo build.

I wanted to express my gratitude in a special way, so I built a special frame for his art.

This is waiting for him to find in his bedroom, but I hope he’s okay with keeping it in a more heavily trafficked area.

These Lies Kill

I’m an optimist and believe in humanity’s insane ability to improve its lot.

It’s not too late for the truth. It’s not too late to reverse course on censorship and restrictions based on fear and lies.

Social media platforms are trying to shut Bret Weinstein up. He’s not going quietly and he’s a hero for freedom of speech and truth.

The lab leak theory could have been investigated and put to use in developing therapies and vaccines. For a year science was impeded by those who used it as a weapon. People died because of the censorship that has run rampant across the internet. People died because figures like Anthony Fauci knew there was credible evidence that humans had a hand in this outbreak and publicly ridiculed those who were telling the truth.

It’s not too late. If we want to end this current pathogen and prevent future outbreaks, we have to start championing freedom of speech. Not because of a piece of paper scribbled on over 200 years ago, but because we cannot see the truth when we let the powerful govern speech.

“You’re demonizing people for using the scientific method to evaluate evidence that is available to us in the world. What a terrible crime it is to teach that lesson: Thou Shall Not Use Scientific Tools.”
-Bret Weinstein

#194 – Bret Weinstein: Truth, Science, and Censorship in the Time of a Pandemic

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Totally Lovable

Shannon of Sound Body Studio called for joy in our practice on and off the yoga mat today.

My life is filled with joy, I’m blessed with it in the people around me and the things I do.

Yet, the nagging voices of unworthiness and self-criticism remain.

I recently wrote about being difficult to love. I’ve had plenty agree with that claim, but my girlfriend was quick and direct in refuting it. She reminded me how many people love me and care for me.

A strange fact popped into my head. In just over three years, I have had five women express romantic love for me. There’s curious tragedy and comedy in the years since I lost my wife, but it’s hard to deny that people find it easy to (at least) fall in love with me.

I have a big heart and I’m increasingly comfortable with sharing it. The love I share with my girlfriend is the broadest and boldest I’ve been capable of holding. It is large enough to contain love for our children and the folks who rely on us for support.

Today I will focus on the joys of my life and put my energy into those things.

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