LewRockwell By Allan Stevo
I was observing my local primary elections on June 7.
The public polling place was in the basement of a women’s shelter. To get to the kitchen, the residents and employees crossed through the polling place. It was neither the ideal environment for an election to take place, nor was it the ideal environment for a women’s shelter to be run, but it got the job done for both purposes that day.
After I had been there for some time, a woman in an apron, built like a college football lineman, came up to me and demanded loudly:
“Do you need a mask?”
I told her that I did not.
She did not care for that answer. Of course, both her and I recognized that her question was more of an order than a question.
