The Lockdown Is a Psyop, part 12: The Mask-arade

 

Masks are for dummies

When the virus crisis and the Covid-19 panic-demic first gained front-page prominence, masks were officially discouraged, their general ineffectuality being noted, as well as their potential actually to increase one's chance of contracting illness.

Nevertheless, masks eventually caught on in time, and soon masking was being avidly encouraged, if not positively mandated, by many an authority figure, including not a few pontificating mayors, finger-wagging governors, and brow-furrowing senators, as well as legions of scowling "Karens."

Evidence has in no way shifted regarding the usefulness of masks in protecting anyone from the spread of any virus... yet masks are now everywhere. In certain localities, the donning of masks is even mandated by law, but in other places masking remains voluntary. I live in a state wherein rules are comparatively more relaxed, yet on a typical day in public I usually encounter a goodly number of mask-clad inhabitants.

Sassy maskies

These folk don't simply mask indoors, or in a crowded area of town, where one could at least partly comprehend the impulse to cover one's face. Instead, masks have been spotted on those traversing isolated country paths, on house-dwellers doing judicious yard work, and even on drivers sitting alone in their automobiles, where one would think they would consider themselves generally safe from vectors of potential infection.

Given such behavioral predilections, it would not be outrageous to posit that masking may be said to be essentially a superstitious activity, akin to the sort of compulsion that leads some to wash their hands repeatedly and obsessively. Indeed, the mask may be seen as possessing a certain talisman-like purpose to some, with some ostensible power to ward off misfortune.

Masking is patriotic!

Certain people have even purchased masks with personalized designs, implying aparrell that one intends to wear casually, like a sweatshirt or a baseball cap. I have even spotted women who color-coordinate their masks with their outfits, rendering masks an unlikely means of wardrobe accessorizing.

It must again be emphasized that these instances of mask-wearage are exclusively being adopted in absence of actual compulsion on the part of state authorities, at least in the area where I live. Instead, people have given themselves over to maskage, either out of fear or due to some perceived social (if not governmental) coercion.

Whatever their motivation may be, it strikes me as highly likely that our rulers have an aesthetic preference for public masking, since it tends to reinforce the grim notion that everything is a mere hair's breadth away from dissolving into a full-on plague environment, with bodies lining the streets and no one safe.

Our overlords have seeded the idea that masks are important, even crucial, though evidence clearly suggests the contrary, because masks are visually useful in suggesting that "normalcy" has permanently disappeared, that the crisis will endure forever, that we are all helplessly supine before a ravening (even if microscopic) monster, which will sink its tiny but deadly fangs into all of us eventually.

Again, they want us to be forever cringing in fear before this "invisible enemy," since terrorized people are infinitely more suggestible and thus, more easily controlled. Conspicuous public maskage aids greatly in their furthering the population's sense of trauma, despair, and hopelessness, which in turn contributes to the furtherance of the panic-demic psyop.