I’m adult enough to admit that at least an 8% share of why I denounced the uselessness of covid mandates was the spiteful joy I got inciting the grumpy ire of Masketeers and Fauci apologists. Mostly, though, it’s because the mandates were unneeded, unwelcome nonsense and my friends died at home, alone, when they didn’t have to. But during the dark times of the Dumb Ages I grabbed at any available joy – even spiteful joy – and was grateful for it.