How to become a good little Nazi

I’ve heard the word Nazi being tossed around a lot lately from both sides, but what really rises to the level of such behavior? We all know what the Nazis were eventually responsible for, but what did that look like in the early days?

Until yesterday, I’d only heard stories of people getting harassed in public for not wearing masks, but yesterday I got to see it first hand.

While waiting in line to pay for some water at a gas station in an otherwise unremarkable location in Ohio, out of the corner of my eye I observed a woman swoop in on an unsuspecting, unmasked couple to my immediate front and begin to interrogate them why they were not wearing masks.

I don’t know how your feeling about this right now, but quite honestly, I’ve had enough, and without really much time to think about it, I guess I let that pent up emotion loose. I ripped off my mask and very vocally declared to her, “that’s none of your business, leave-’em alone.”

The flurry of expletives that we’re hurled my way in the wake of my objections made it quite clear that she too was passionate about her cause. While I suppose I could have let it go there, it was not to be, for I too had something left to share.

So I turned to the crowd of unsuspecting and likewise unprepared patrons and shouted that this is “B.S! Is anybody else sick of this yet, let’s all take off our masks right now!”

While most of them looked at me frozen in a moment of stunned disbelief, one other guy ripped off his mask and stood there in solidarity. I quickly turned back to face the young couple and said, “I’m with you guys.”

The lady quickly stormed off but returned to scream at me that someone she knew had died, and I may or may not have replied that we all knew someone who had died.

This was obviously not the most compassionate thing to say, but I too have been feeling the weight of pent up anger, and in a moment of frustration, released it. When is enough……, enough.

Up until that moment, I was being a good obedient little troop, wearing my mask, obeying our government, subconscious about offending those around me, even though I don’t agree with all this stuff. If you’d read my last article, “The Deadly Danger of Social Distancing,” you’d understand why.

Now, perhaps what I did and how I approached it from a Christian perspective wasn’t right, but what she did was not right either. It is in spirit, the same tactics the Nazis used to drive division between the German Jews and the ethnic Germans, social ostracization.

Those that wear masks…, good citizens, those that don’t…., BAD! Make no mistake, we are in the midst of a cultural war, and COVID 19 has become the nuclear option for silencing the enemy. Any dissent with the proclaimed “science and data” of the so called experts is met with swift retribution by their media brown shirts and their army of terrified minions.

Those that don’t comply have been fired from their jobs, cut off from their families, tased by the police, and threatened by the government. If you don’t see it, you’re not paying attention.

Wake up America! We’re about to lose something very special, all at the cost of a little perceived security and protection.

And the next time you decide to shout someone down for not complying with this dangerous mask policy, please pause for a moment if you will, and think, you may be getting ready to pass your first entrance exam into the Nazi Party.

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Bob

Just a fellow traveler in this journey called life whose been all over the proverbial map. I was a Captain in the United States Army, an internet entrepreneur before it's time, an Actor, a Real Estate Agent, Social Worker, Executive Director of a non-profit, a Production Foreman, Team Leader, Technical Writer, Small Business Owner, and a Quality and Operations Manager. As a volunteer, I have taught, coached, written lesson plans, led small groups and mentored men as a part of Christian Ministry. I currently work with men as a lay counselor both in and out of jail. I am a guy who never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up and quite frankly, still not really sure. I like to write stories, commentary, screenplays and a little poetry that I hope will make you think about more than what you’re wearing today, or whether your favorite team won the big game. My wife Jill and I have three adult children and two grandchildren. When I’m not working or enjoying my family, I find pleasure in the pursuit of writing thought provoking stories and poetry about the human drama.

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