OK, everybody sing along with me (and Dolly Parton)
Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine
I am begging of you please,
Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine,
Don't take my arm just because you can . . .
Yielding to the demands of the Diplowife, we got our first dose of the magic vaccine.
We went to a drive-thru venue at a local sports arena. The whole affair from showing up to leaving took about 90 minutes. Lots of confirmations that we formed part of the approved group (over 65, grumpy, jerks) and that we had no allergies, understood the risks, etc.
Lot more checking than when we voted, that's for sure. Anyhow, in the end, it was as painless as it was pointless.
I asked one of the very nice young ladies, all suited up in a cross between semi-hazmat gear and highway worker outfit, whether getting this thing meant I no longer had to wear a mask. See smiled--I think she smiled, hard to tell behind all that masking--and her muffled response was, "No. You still have to wear the mask . . . " OK. So the mask is the powerful juju in this absurd affair? I assume it will protect me from rioting Antifas and BLMers as well; I guess I can dump the rest of my gun collection in the river.
Will the mask protect me from the mounting evidence of "Biden's" malicious stupidity?
As I have noted before, I am still in "news lock-out" mode. One of my Diplosons, however, insists on calling me every morning with the opening line, "Did you see what Biden has done now?" He and his friends were laughing over some fake "town hall" event that the fake "President" held. My son kept saying, "Those were scripted questions! Even then he couldn't answer them! He couldn't even stay with his script. Garbled sentences. Made no sense!" Diploson and his buddies all concluded that Biden has no idea what is happening.
We have here a serious issue. This man is a zombie, totally unfit for any public office, much less the US presidency, and surrounded by a cabal of morons, woke maniacs, power-hungry swamp creatures, grifters, and haters of America and the West. We, in short, have here a formula for disaster.
I keep thinking of a "Mission Impossible" episode with Martin Landau in which a group of Nazis had fled to some unnamed Latin American country to plot their return to power. Their leader, however, was, in fact, dead or comatose, and some vile number two, presumably Martin Borman, was the only one who knew this but yet brought messages "from" the Leader. Biden's people must have seen that episode. He's a fraud, an illegitimate fraud occupying the White House.
Once again with feeling!
Jill B, Jill B, Jill B, Jill B,
I am begging of you please,
Jill B, Jill, Jill B, Jill B,
Don't let your man ruin my country just because you can . . .