So Many Lies

“There is no reason why they, or anyone, should surrender and accept.”

The young person walking by heading for school could just as easily have been a boy or a girl — covered from head to toes with black fabric clothes — all labeled, of course, with symbols — fashion being more important now, it seems, than ever.

The hair was under a hoodie and the only visible part was possibly some glint of eyes had they not been looking down to the ground. Had they even not been looking to the ground, (or possibly at a phone in the hand), it would likely have been too hard to see even the eyes due to the proximity of the hoodie’s drawstring-cap-edge to the black, draping-scarf-type mouth and nose covering’s beginning that met only far enough apart to allow for a sliver — like a burqa.

The non-disclosed gender looked like a zombie walking, covered in black — or someone very scared. 

The next one in line, heading the same way, did appear to be a boy — though his hair was very long. He was wearing a blue mask — the kind the hospitals are doling out. He was carrying an instrument of some kind in a case and the question seemed obvious, Is it a mouth instrument or a type that didn’t require any breath at all? That young man seemed a little less scared than the first one since he had on shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt . All that skin exposed to the elements seemed brave in comparison to the black-covered zombie boy or girl.

There were younger ones behind the fence lining the edge of the sidewalk they were walking on. The children were playing out on the grass, waiting for the bell to ring. Some had masks on, others didn’t. They seemed perfectly happy either way.

It’s been seven months since the alarm bells rang from Wuhan. It was March that the states started setting stakes and making schooling even more unusual.

Who can be fooled this long?

The bell rang. It was time for fake stories of history and life — brainwashing — their parents had already been.

The person watching got busy laying more pavers for making traversing the front yard to the back yard less dirty. While she was still out there, a very big man with his young daughter came strolling along that same sidewalk — across the street from her and headed the direction of the school. Were they late, or scheduled for a second session so that desks can be six feet apart?

“Why,” she wondered, “has it been so hard all along, and not in any kind of school budget, to make smaller classes so teachers wouldn’t have more than they could handle? It’s been a huge fight for so long. From where had all the money come, all of a sudden, for these smaller-than-normal classes?”

So may lies. So many lies.

The little girl with her father was wearing a mask, the blue kind like the hospitals are handing out — the cheap ones — the ones lying all over parking lots with what everyone is afraid of is germs and sickness in the making.

The very large man, who was extremely overweight, wasn’t wearing a mask.

“Wasn’t he worried he’d get sick and bring it home for his daughter to get sick latter?”

Nothing is making sense.

Another man drove by twice — once this way and the next time the other. He was in an open, electric golf cart with his hair blowing. He had his blue mask hung from his ears going under his chin — perhaps so he could get it up quickly once getting to somewhere that the germs are more of a threat. In the meantime, he could virtue signal.

Brainwashed zombies don’t seem able to see the lies. Thinking is not in fashion and doesn’t come with a label. Designer masks, however, do and there is so much money to be made — best to get in on that gold rush while money still might matter.

Image credit: Gustavo Apiti Couture makes every mask to-order

 

 

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