Executive
Perversion
Last week cartoonist Scott Stantis summarized, in comic
form, his
exceedingly unpleasant encounter with COVID-19. Though
the most tragic part of the experience was losing his
father-in-law to the disease Stantis himself was bedridden
with a fever, illustrated at 102.2 degrees, for ten
days.
He ended the 'toon with reports of a thankful recovery
but any after-effects are yet to be seen.
This got me recalling the opening, pre-masked days
of the pandemic, March of 2020, when I sustained a
mysterious
fever, sometimes as high as 102 degrees,
for almost a month.
No other symptoms, though.
I initially reacted to the malady by trying to walk
it off, shuffling double the daily miles I usually
trod most late-Winter days. The fever remained but
I developed a beautiful set of blisters on my feet.
An application of Dr. Scholl's to my decrepit
sneakers solved that problem.
The fever abated after about a month but
when the first tests for COVID-19 became available
I, of course, hurried down
and
endured
the
dreaded
nasal
swab. The diagnosis was negative. Yay.
Reports of Omicron in this country are still anecdotal but
I'm secure in the knowledge that Biden's health task-forces
will do a monumentally more successful job of containing
it than the Giant Orange Baby Sarcoma. It doesn't hurt
that this time we have barricaded the gates with new
and devilishly clever mRNA weaponry.
With this in mind, I attended a small, wholly-vaccinated
family gathering this past Thursday and so far seemed
to have escaped unharmed. No fevers or additional horns
growing out of my head. A similar Saturnalian gathering
is
in the works for late December though the turn-out
will
be equally
low not so much for health reasons as for half
the family hates the political guts of the other half
of the family. So it goes.
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If being suspended from his job is considered suitable
punishment for Chris Cuomo as a result of using his
media position to help his political associates, in
this case his brother, then Tucker Carlson should be
permanently chained to a rock while an eagle feasts
on his liver every morning for all he's done for Donald
Trump.
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Environmental Tip: If you enjoy quaffing orange juice
save our benighted Earth just a little bit more by
buying it in recyclable
cartons
rather
than in plastic jugs. The less plastic we use, the
better.
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Right-wing news outlets are currently Benghazi-ing
the dickens out of Kamala Harris concerning her purchase
of a $375 piece of fancy-shmancy cookware.
Sigh.
If she had bought $130,000 worth of Le Creuset
pans and had her lawyer illegally pay for them through
a shell company, violating campaign finance laws, then
told the country she never heard of Le Creuset, then
sued Le Creuset because they showed the country the
receipt, then I'd give a shit.
But
she didn't, so I don't, and neither should anyone else.
=Lefty=
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