Covid Era Rant

John Thomson

March 11, 2020  · 

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So, who will endure the brunt of my rage now that I no longer am sick. #1 on my list is so crowded with contenders we should probably have a playoff amongst them to see who is going to win my slathering of contempt award. I’ll tell you, this is about the most okiest doke thing imaginable under the sun. Just for that I am going to take my grandkids to the movies (in a crowd of sniffling, sneezing, coughing kids you can find.) I won’t wear a mask, I’ll resurrect an old What Me Worry Face that Alfred E Newman left somewhere. I’ll probably have to find it on Ebay or Amazon but I know ones out there somewhere.

That Sport’s have acquiesced to this fraudulent Armageddon and brought the death knell to about most every sport imaginable, it will be there own undoing. People will find that the money they have saved from attending these events can be better used elsewhere in their budgets. Add to that the cost of gas they are saving these days and they can drive to Grandma’s House We Go. OH BOY, those incessantly long boring Awards Shows for this, that, and the other. Those have to go as well.

So, I past on the article that was going to tell me the HIDDEN TRUTHS ABOUT CYRUS, but what really came to mind. All of you who have been clamoring to get your first book written, NOW IS THE TIME. Write that book, all the material is all over the place. Hardly any research is necessary. WHO THOUGHT WASHING YOUR HANDS COULD BE SO SEXY. There you are, a title for your book ready made. The Possibilities are endless. And you know who is really licking their chops over this are the Houston (Cheating) Astros. They have been knocked off the front page and are competing with the comics for attention.

The most frightening aspect about all this is that there are no rules for engagement. We’ve never had a time such as this, so there is no protocol to follow. Make up your own as you go, Surely, you can find a wheel to reinvent. Who thought ‘wash your hands’ could ever unseat Nancy Reagan’s “Just Say No” or Nike’s Just Do It” And especially keep an eye on those who are attempting to tell you what to do. There is a hidden motive behind every declaration disguised in sheep’s clothing that the boogie man is going to get you if you don’t pay heed,

Okay, I’m done. All better, now that I have gotten that off my chest. Go have yourself a field day before the little men in white coats come to getcha.