I guess I was a domestic terrorist today. I went to the bank and as usual I refused to wear a mask. She insisted. I said health things. She said you gotta note. I said I forgot. I guess in Canada we need doctor notes like children. She went to talk to her manager. She came back. She gave this terrorist my money. I told her that it's a scam and everything indicates it outside of the corporate media propaganda. I suspect she was judging me. I was judging her too and could tell she was ugly even behind the mask and the glass and the corporate scam institution she worked for. But I was polite and said have a nice day and left without feeling a bit of regret having not caved and without fear of police for such a banal transaction. The whole thing is a cardboard cutout. Where's a good wind and/or fire when you need one.