August 8th, 2020Kyle’s Rant

I think, as a human, I am becoming worn down. This has now been almost a year of terror for some parts of our country with the early fire season starting in the Gold Coast area last Winter.
Although it does show just how adaptable humans can be, with most of us wanting to do our bit and giving to the people who lost so much in the fires and then doing our bit with social distancing and all the other new world measures to keep us safe.
If you had said to me last year that in 2020 you will find yourself in the post office talking all things masks, what is the benefit of the N95 compared to a homemade mask, and for that matter your bog-standard surgical grade mask, I wouldn’t have believed you. But there I was, standing in the post office having that very same conversation with Jodi Flockhart from Sault as if it was quite normal. So at this stage if I saw a pig flying outside my window I wouldn’t pay it too much attention, just accept it as my new normal and try to remember a large umbrella.
And once again the conversation rolls around to “my rights” which are apparently being breached because these “my rights” knuckleheads think that putting a mask over their muzzle interrupts their way of life, meanwhile laying waste to our economy and poor citizens who are drowning in their own fluids in the overflowing ICUs. Good on you! Not!
As humans we do have rights however there are accepted things that we need to do to live in a civilised society like the right to wear clothes or not – I choose to wear them. The right to urinate in the street if you’re busting – I choose to locate a toilet or a quiet tree. Then there is the right to take a, well you know what, anywhere – and I certainly choose the comfort of my own toilet for that.
Some people in other countries have the right to have their curtains open during a bombing raid and also the right to bear arms but I am glad I don’t live there.
My final word on the anti-mask movement is that you have far too much time on your hands and a disrespect for the folks you share the world with. So please make sure you film your tirades outside Bunnings. And when this is all over you should be marched into the town square and be judged medieval style by the vast majority of the frightened population as is your right.
Your rights, my rights, no rights rant over…