Salt Over Our Shoulder; Mask on Our Face

“Might as well,” is a common response to the mask thing. “Nothing to lose,” is another. “What harm can it do?” Yeah, right. First of all, the last two responses are simply not true. The first one isn’t either, but it isn’t obvious. As the title of this article implies, to some people, wearing a mask is almost like rubbing a rabbit’s foot. We do “superstitious” things usually because we don’t know of anything else to do to ward off some sort of unpleasantry. You don’t rub a rabbit’s foot if you have a nail in your tire to ward off the potential accident, you take your tire to a garage to have the nail pulled out and the tire repaired. You should be wearing a mask because it actually works to prevent or mitigate the possibility of getting sick. If you are uncertain if it can actually do that, then it would probably be more prudent to rub a rabbit’s foot than to wear a mask.

Rubbing a rabbit’s foot, or throwing salt over your shoulder, does no harm. And in the outside chance that it might actually have a mysterious effect on evil energies out there, then you “might as well.” Unfortunately, masks do possess potential harm in wearing them, so the statements, “might as well,” or “nothing to lose” have no objective reasoning behind them.

Obvious dangers of mask-wearing aside (lung infection, too much CO2, etc.), wearing a mask is a gesture of compliance with an agenda that is meant to bring you to your knees, remove as much freedom as possible from your life, and possibly, in the long run, kill you—not through the mask itself, but through the wearer’s falling to their knees in blind submission.

I bring up masks again because it seems they are slowly returning to the scene of the crime. I am sure sometime in the near future they will return with a vengeance, with even more of an intensity than the intensity we saw in 2020-2021-2022. But this rather “superstitious” approach I am writing about now is not limited to masks, and not limited to the Covid fiasco either. But, before we leave Covid, lets touch on a few other silly things people did during the height of that nonsense. Obviously jabbing your arm with some unknown substance was a silly thing people did. I mean, really? After all of this bunk came down the pike, and all of the reading, talking, and writing I have done, I doubt seriously if I ever have a needle of any sort, for any reason, stuck into me again—at least while I am awake. I know some things are probably “safe,” but some new-fangled concoction whipped together in a few months, nearly zero testing, a relatively new technology, are you kidding? “Might as well,” some people said casually with a shrug, but most people were frantic to get pricked.