I’m convinced that the masking is a lie of satan to kill the human spirit. They are useless against a virus and the lie is still being advanced. He wants to remove all individuality, freedom and expression. And the dehumanized masses are falling in line and playing the brainwashed enforcers for him. Creepier yet, the whole compulsory masking reeks of an occult ritual.
Interesting article:
9/10/20
The Dystopian Age of the Mask
...Whether as a scrap of material on the battlefield or a cog in the machine of the wartime economy, the modern age has a habit of reducing the human being to a functional object. Everything non-essential everything, that is, that makes us human is blithely discarded...
Our readiness to hide our face reflects the dehumanizing tendencies that underlie the modern period..
https://thecritic.co.uk/the-dystopian-age-of-the-mask/
Then, going to the article you link, I saw these words:
After all, no offence is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behaviour, as Huxley writes. Given their tyrannical preoccupation with uniformity...I've just been doing a study in (of all strange things) fashion in the decades of the 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. Interestingly, as diverse as the silhouettes were between the Dior and Chanel looks, or the disparity between the gray flannel suit and the Bermuda shirt, or the staged morality of the lettermen and poodle skirts in opposition to the greaser roll-ups and the French striped boatnecks, everyone was still very much interested in UNIFORMITY in the 50s, the age of the Cold War. And here the Beatniks thought they were outsiders, original, and misunderstood--all the while feeling very much that same needed sense of belonging within their own turtlenecked set that we see at work here. You could recognize the Beatniks immediately by the cloth they wore. They were a Tribe.
The mask is being used in the same system to establish the same boundaries. No matter how diverse the color or even the commentary upon them (MAGA, Trump2020, BLM, etc.) the masks are a fashion of uniformity.
You know what else they make me think of? The muzzle one might see upon a rabid dog.
And that reminds me that it will be called "The Mark of the Beast." A word for something not human.
It is utterly dystopian that I am the only one at the grocery store without a mask, and they look at me as if I am the weirdo.
For perhaps there is more to life than its mere continuation. Perhaps the object, as Winston Smith well knew, is not to stay alive but to stay human.