My mask of choice to irritate the demons requiring us to wear them is a WOMEN FOR TRUMP mask. One day, a few months ago, I was in the local grocery store mask free; the immediate next day there was a sign on the door saying that masks were required in order to shop there, just like it says in the Bible that we have to be stamped with the Mark of the Beast in order to buy and sell. Incredibly incensed at being forced to wear a mask, I thought if I had to wear one to shop where I had always shopped I would wear a Trump mask. So I drove down the highway to the "Trump seller" by the side of the road and bought a WOMEN FOR TRUMP mask, returned to the grocery store, slapped it on my face and went in. Unknown to me at the time, my mask adventures had begun.
