I had to have a negative covid test done in Zurich airport before the U.S would allow me back in in August. It tickled a bit, so I went to the bar and had a beer or two, and the stoopid bartender asked for my ID to drink. I'm 53 and I look like I'm 63, what about my freedom and rights?! I had to wear a ask when I wasn't drinking too, so I drank a lot to negate the quashing of my individual liberty to infect others.
Then they dug through my luggage, asked me what I was doing on vacation, and made me grovel in front of some self-important customs agent that could have me strip and cavity searched if I eyeballed him the wrong way. (That's a hemorrhoid if you've never seen one sir). I had to fill out a piece of paper before I could get back into my country, another covid declaration. I should have just snuck over the border, my conservative friends tell me that they just throw money at illegals to buy democrat votes. I suppose they would have thrown me in a cage with some Mexican illegal babies until they figured out I was legal, and sent me on my way back to a boring life or working my life away and stressing so I have money to spend on useless material objects.