We Partied Like Rock Stars Through 2020

(A disclaimer, before I say anything else: there was no cocaine involved.)

Not Having It … from Day One

My husband has the interesting distinction of being the first person in Park City, Utah that the police were called on, for violating the mask mandate on Day 1, or March 12, 2020.

He was working out at the gym, in the rec center, and refused to wear a mask. Since doing so is a terrible idea for his health, while lifting heavy weights. And since mandates are not laws. And since it is illegal to deny people access to a place of public accommodation.

We were, after all, Park City taxpayers paying for that rec center.

A cop showed up, after the front desk called them. The cop took one look at John and refused to confront him. A brief argument ensued between the cop and the young rule-enforcement lady at the front desk, and he left. Later, John saw him sitting in his car.

A few days later, John was skipping rope in an empty gym, in the rec center, when a masked manager approached him (within the 6 feet, strangely, and yes, John did take a photo of that) — and ordered him to wear a mask. John again refused.

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I Played the Race Card

When John left that day, he was told his membership was canceled. I wrote them an email (it took me a while to get John to agree to this) accusing them of racism.

(If you’re not aware, my husband is half black. People usually ask if he’s Dominican, or Puerto Rican, but when I met him, I asked, “Is one of your parents black?” It was within 10 minutes into our first conversation, and he says nobody ever guesses that right. I have a knack for guessing mixed race, and my husband can tell all the Asians from each other. Apparently, we have special talents of absolutely no value whatsoever, like my ability to spell any word I’ve ever seen.)

You already know what happened next. John’s membership was reinstated, after we accused them of racism. If I were any cop in America and somebody wanted me to approach a young, “shredded” (as the kids say) black man, for a non-crime, I wouldn’t do it, either.

You probably think I suck, for pulling the “race card.” My husband resisted it, because he’s never used it in his life, and he vehemently insists he’s never been denied opportunity as a black man in America. He also really dislikes people assuming that because he’s black, his descendants were slaves. Most black people here never were. And many white people descend from slaves, as well.

In fact, he loathes BLM. Meanwhile, half of our Park City neighbors had BLM signs in their yard, which is pretty funny, given that yet John is the only black man either of us saw, in that lily-white neighborhood, in almost 3 years.

And I Learned Some Things

John taught me years ago that BLM is a “cover story” for some rich, racist white people of a specific culture, who USE black people, to raise money that lines the pockets of the American Communist Party — oops, I mean Democratic Party. 

Lest you also think I suck for dissing the Democratic Party, I should say I also have little love for the Republican Party, since they don’t do what they say they stand for.

Anyway, I digress. Now that I’ve ticked off probably 100% of everyone, by disagreeing with about six popular narratives in just two paragraphs, let me say … 

I pulled the race card because I was furious about the martial law Park City tried to achieve, and the whole idea of forcing people, including children, to wear poisonous blue plastic masks, to make people re-breathe their own carbon dioxide and pathogens, instead of air.

Yep, That’s Martial Law …

(Justin Martinez, the sheriff himself — a Democrat — is who told me they wanted him to impose martial law. The media announced that you had to show your ID card to enter or leave Summit County, on I-80. Martinez told me that he told the county council, “I don’t have the staff for that. Would you like me to deputize you, so you can do it?” They declined his offer.)

Since then, I have also been kicked off a tennis team, just for my Facebook posts about my opinions on all things Covid-19 and vaccines. I do not have a race card to use.

We also were kicked out of our formerly favorite Park City restaurant, for refusing to wear a mask from the hostess stand to our table 15 feet away. As I left, I said, “I guess you guys hate money.”

Our Saturday Night Gatherings

So we decided to start having parties, every Saturday night, the week the lockdown began, as part of our resistance.  Meanwhile, they got the rest of Park City to go full lockdown — full hypochondria — sacrificing the economy and almost all tourism. 

Teddy & Ryan Sternagel, me, and John

I told our friends (our like-minded ones — a chiropractor, another influencer in my space, and some political conservatives) that if the police showed up at one of my parties, to just let me handle it.

I had my rights and my speech ready. Interestingly, despite our street and driveway packed with our friends’ cars every Saturday night, either the neighbors never called the police, or if they did, the police refused to get involved. 

(Maybe they didn’t want to mess with the only black guy in the neighborhood, given the “Love Is Love,” and “Black Lives Matter” signs in their yards?)

Whatever. Point is, we weren’t going to let immoral, illegal, pointless mandates destroy our lives. We nearly went stir crazy, like you probably did, in 2020, but going for a walk every day, and our Saturday night parties, gave us an outlet. 

Our friends hosted, sometimes. Friends who moved way up a mountain all by themselves, when their 1-year-old was diagnosed with cancer, to be free of EMF and to build an entirely “green” home.

(Not the “green” of the World Economic Forum, where they want to replace whole foods with synthetic supplements and genetically modified processed foods — but, you know, what that word meant before it got hijacked. Nontoxic, no chemicals, a house made with real logs.)

We Stand with You 

We may have run from wokity-woke Park City to a place that treats us better, but we stand with all those who want to remain sovereign beings, rather than fall under the spell of an easily terrified world — whose fake-media-shilled fear porn ran all day, every day, until the thing finally began to collapse of its own weight. After the economy was in freefall.

Now our entertainment comes from watching Tony Fauci point left, point right, and blame the catastrophe on “committees,” not himself. 

And watching Rachelle Walensky refuse to answer substantive questions, instead saying “We’ve simplified our messaging: Just go get your fall booster shot.”

I hope, if you are pressured to get an injection, that you learn what’s in it. (Good luck with that.) I took a pic of a Walgreens sign yesterday that said, “FLU SHOTS HERE!” and posted the following on Facebook (I’ve since deleted it so as to avert another trip to FB Jail):

THIS PUT ME IN BED FOR 4 YEARS. 

We can win only if more of us stand together, ignore the distractions and refuse to be divided against each other. We can win only if we realize we can never comply our way out of tyranny.

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