Went to the commissary this morning. Still have to wear a mask. Some shortages on the shelves, but saw people busily stocking. NO shortage of canned soda, but have plenty at home. No small containers of ground cinnamon but plenty of big ones, so I got a big one. No liquid heavy whipping cream, but that isn't new. Got a big pack of Rayovac alkaline AA batteries again this week, 36 for $8.42. 15-ounce bag of crunchy Cheetos only $3.19, down from about $3.90. Some prices up, some down.
Went home, did some stuff. We live next to a public pre-school and child development center. Watched some little kids playing outside. Poor kids had to wear masks. Just started cursing to myself, felt like crying, thinking these poor little runts are going to grow up accepting this level of control. The mask I wore to the commissary today said "This mask is USELESS."
No, I don't give a fuck. Just because I have to wear a mask in the commissary doesn't mean that mask can't tell everyone the entire mask thing is fucking bogus.
Jesus, I feel sorry for those little kids. It really eats shit to live in an America that runs scared over every little thing. The America I grew up in didn't. We knew what to take seriously and what not to take seriously. We lived with some measure of common sense and logic. Pretty hard to see any common sense and logic around this America sometimes...