Went into Whole Foods today for my morning grocery shopping. Yes, I know about Amazon and Jeff Bezos, but in my area they have the freshest produce, which is very important to me.

Today I stood up to the submission theater, and did not don a face diaper or a muzzle. Instead I walked in past the mask bouncer who did not say anything to me. I grabbed my cart, smiled and walked right in.

All was well in the produce department, I grabbed what I needed: Plenty of fresh vegetables for eating and juicing. I do care quite a bit about health.

I do not care about security theater nor participating in any rituals of any cults.

Shopping went well until I asked an associate where the ice cream was. She glowered at my maskless self, before being triggered by my question into "helpful associate" mode.

I felt she wanted to say something and as we were walking, she turned back and pointed to her muzzle saying muffled things which I did not understand clearly, though I was quite sure of what she meant.

"What’s that?" I asked

"Do you have a mask?" She said. "They are required in our stores now."

"Oh, no I don’t," I said. "I am exempt from that." She walked on.

At check out, I shared compassion and empathy for the new cashier who slowly looked up each scan code of the vegetables. I told her it didn’t matter. I was not in a rush.

A bald gentleman with crossed arms and a Whole Foods apron positioned himself near the exit door and was looking at me, but pretending to appear innocuous. As I passed him on my way out of the store he asked, "Do you have a mask?" While putting his hand over his mouth area and moving it up and down. They all do that when they ask if I have a mask. It’s really weird.

I told him no, that I am exempt. He asked if it was a safety or a medical exemption. I paused for a second, thinking what is a safety exemption? This is something I need to look into.

EDIT: This is what a "safety exemption" is.

Medical, I told him. I had spoken the magic words and he broke off his investigation, turning his head quickly to the other side.

"OK," he said. "Thank you very much."

"Have a good one," I said and exited the store.

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Don’t I care about other people?

Of course I do, I care quite a bit. That is why I’m standing up to the mob and being like the guy in this picture. You try standing up to the angry mob some time.

I do this, because I know history and I know where this is going. It’s not “just a mask." It’s about submission. It’s not about keeping people safe, it’s security theater: The appearance of safety, like the TSA who have a 95% failure rate.

If I were ill, I would stay home. But I am not sick. I am in fine health.

I eat more vegetables in a day than the average American eats in a week. I start my morning with a smoothie of six bananas, 12 ounces of strawberries or blueberries, two dates, chia seeds, hemp seeds, and fresh grown mint leaves.

I exercise my physical body every day, and was asked the other day if I played college basketball. That’s a first for me, so I must be doing something right.

I take time out of my day to exercise my mental body as well. The mind can produce ailments and infirmities just as certainly as any bacteria or contagion. I breathe deeply, affirm, and destress. Do you?

I care about my freedom, and yours as well. That is why I do what I do. Because I know, for certain, that unless this stops now, we won’t be concerned about just "our health."

We will be concerned about our very survival