Bring Your Masks, I'll Provide the Matches

The mask-burning party is tonight at my house. Bring your masks - my granddaughter wants to burn a mask but not the one she likes, so we’re giving her a different mask to torch. I’ll have a small cozy fire pit to lob the little face diapers into. We don’t need the Fires of Mount Doom in Mordor for this project. All we need is a little fire, a lot of mockery of the petty tyrants like Dear Governor, and the pleasure of like-minded friends committed to the proposition that we will not allow obnoxious and foolish progs to restrain our natural rights.

I bumped into one of our city council members and gave him a heads up that the party was happening. His response? “Naked Faces Matter!”

I’m stealing that. I also invited him to the party. He’s one of us.

At the risk (substantial) of making a big fat target of myself, the address is 308 2nd Street, Asotin, WA. Parking is whatever you can find on the street. After school hours, the bus parking is usable.

The nearest restrooms are around the corner at the Zip Trip.

I’ll have the grill fired up around 5:30PM. I’m cheating and using gas. Charcoal tastes a lot better, but really isn’t designed for mass production. I’ll also have some coffee on hand, hot water for hot chocolate, pop, egg nog, and water. If you want to bring a small dish of your own, that would be great but not required.

In the event we get crazy people showing up to ‘counter-protest’, the game plan is to treat them with kindness. I really doubt we’ll get any, but better to have a plan than not. We’ll offer them coffee and pop, burgers and dogs. I guess, if they’re vegan, we can offer potato chips. We’re not going to argue with them. Their minds are not open to our viewpoint, and we won’t waste our time and energy on them. Deal?

Informative Article on Masks - Using Actual DATA!

I know, the headline is a bit sarcastic. Humor, though, is a great weapon against both depression, which many people are being inflicted with, and against propaganda, which our self-proclaimed elites are promulgating.

So, from Michael Talmo, masks - what are they good for?

Read and find out. The Plain Truth About Face Masks

A Thank You and a Book Recommendation

First, a big THANK YOU to David Knight for having me on his show. It was an pleasure to chat with him, and he made it such a relaxed conversation that I regretted that it needed to end. Behind the scenes, Travis helped everything flow smoothly - which, given this is the first time I’ve ever done such an interview is a testament to his patience and skill.

Also, a couple of folks have emailed asking what books I had read on propaganda. I think the most informative, for me, was The Rape of the Mind: The Psychology of Thought Control, Menticide, and Brainwashing by Joost A. M. Meerloo in 1956. Amazon link here. (I don’t get paid by Amazon - I recommend shopping around to find the best deal.)

It is somewhat dated but the core information is very accessible - and terrifically frightening.

Time to Party Like It’s 1773!

On December 16th, in honor of those Bostonians who dressed like Indians (and thus committed a terrible hate crime) who had the audacity to dump King George’s tea into Boston Harbor rather than pay the King’s tax, I will be holding a Mask-Burning Party, my place, at 6:30 PM PDT. If you would like to participate, drop me an email and I’ll send directions.

The colonists protested taxation without representation and the suspension of their rights as British subjects.

Me, I’m not protesting a damn thing.

I AM asserting my rights as a free American citizen. I have the right to free speech and the right to peacefully assemble. These are not rights conferred by government, nor are they rights the government can revoke; they are granted to me by a power greater than the government. I intend to exercise my rights fully, despite the unconstitutional edicts of Governor Inslee.

I further assert that I have the right to pursue happiness – and the non-scientific twaddle about masks gives me the sads. So, I’m going to burn some of mine in my front yard. That will make me happier. I’m inviting friends, all three of them, neighbors, and random passers-by.

The only people not invited? Well, the petty tyrants, of course. And, those folks who are in the danger zone for the WuFlu – elderly, one foot on a banana peel, the other in the casket. We’re Americans – we’re capable of good judgment. (Most of the time and when it counts, that is.) This flu is dangerous to one group. Toast us from afar, please, and we’ll return the compliment.

If you can’t make it to my Mask-Burning Party, I understand. Wednesday nights are a tough party night, and I live in the middle of nowhere, the epitome of fly-over, drive-around, you can’t get here territory. So, consider having party of your own. The Boston Tea Party wasn’t the only event of its kind – there were similar splashes up and down the Eastern Seaboard. Go wild, have your own party, laugh at the progs, remind them of who and what you are .

Ornery. Independent. Americans.

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Joining me? Holding your own party and want to swap pictures and video?