The illustrious Dr. Tony Fauci went on television today and stated we should consider seasonal mandated mask wearing. Sadly, most Americans will comply. Gladly, I won't.
For the last 9 years the Queen and I have attended St. Brigid of Kildare Catholic Church in Dublin, Ohio. It has the distinction of being the wealthiest and most upscale Catholic Church in the entire Columbus, Ohio area. Personally, I prefer churches with middle to lower class attendees. They're most like the ones I grew up with in Boone, Iowa.
I've always been a believer if one doesn't care for their church they should shop around. I did this today with great satisfaction. St. Brigid's has a pastor who is somewhat liberal for my tastes. Oh crap, he's more than somewhat. He's further to the Left than Genghis Khan.
A month ago I visited a church called St. Peter's to receive confession. I immediately knew I liked the pastor. He was one not a liberal and he intimated Joey B. was a boob. Not only that he was adamantly pro-life. So far so good, I thought.
Anyway, for the very first time since around April of 2020, I attended Mass and it was at St. Peter's. As soon as I walked in the vestibule a man in a suit greeted me sans mask. The service was just beginning and on the alter was the pastor, an assistant, two readers of the gospels, a singer and an alter boy. None of them were doing an impression of a desperado robbing a bank. Hmmm, I thought, could it be?
I sat in the very back and was surround by those wearing masks. I wasn't. I've decided there are three types of mask wearers: those who completely cover their faces who are believers. Those who drop the mask below the nostrils signifying defiance and those who pull them down underneath their chins telling the world "screw it.". And then there's MJ Hawkeye. Well, I made an executive decision. I didn't bother to pull the worthless piece of cloth out of my pocket. I was at Mass for the first time in over a year and I was going to do what I knew what right and proper.
In front of me, at least eight feet away, was a mom and dad and three small kiddies. The two eldest were girls around the probable ages of 4 and 3. In a baby basket was what appeared to be a four month old child. Next to the parents were two thirty-ish females and two grandparents. All of them wore their masks intermittently except for the small girls who kept them on the entire time. But, and this was significant to me, the baby was mask free. One would think it would be the most vulnerable to having its lungs destroyed. It isn't old enough to have eaten dirt, licked another humans mucous or picked up any other man made disease to overcome its immune system. Thank God for breast milk or the poor child might be dead. After awhile the grandpa pulled the mask under his chin. One of the ladies would intermittently pick up the baby and coo and kiss it AND she wasn't wearing a mask! Oh, the inhumanity!
My knowledge of science could be termed awful. In college I took anatomy, physiology and biology. This is as close to being a doctor as I'll get. What I do know is if I wear a mask I'll be inhaling my carbon dioxide. This, to me, is worse than swallowing someone else's phlegm.
Well, I through caution to the wind at the proper time and got in line to receive Our Lord's body and blood and lo and behold nobody, not even a little old bitty, made a disparaging comment.
With the treatment I received at St. Peter's I might set up a cot and live in the vestibule.
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