Little Red Rottenhood

China. Wuhan. Bat soup. Wet market. People ill. People dying. World concerned. Virus arrives in US. Citizens alarmed. Talking heads peddle fear porn. Wear masks. Don’t wear masks. Wear masks. Use hand sanitizer. Disinfect your groceries, Wear gloves. Don’t wear gloves. Social distance. Save PPE for healthcare workers. The emergence of the Covid Karen. Businesses closed. No visiting the elderly in care homes. Despair rises. No play dates. No adult dates. Work from home. School from home. No holiday dinners. No proms. No graduation ceremonies. Fourth of July cancelled. People pissed. Fauci moves goal posts continuously. No Halloween. Election shit show. Thanksgiving cancelled. Vaccine pushed. Second wave. Mandates back in play. New variant. Non-stop vaccine push. Emergence of Vaccine Karen and Karl. Double mask if not vaxxed. Lose job if not vaxxed. No college if not vaxxed. Delta variant. More easily spread. More deadly. Hospitals overrun. Nurses quitting. Numbers skewed. VAERS reports studied. People furious. No trust in the CDC, the NIH, or Fauci. Parents push back against masks in school. Masks required on planes until 1/18/22. US on the brink of a total collapse.

Are you angry yet? 

I am getting older. Perhaps that explains how I dream this shit up…

My annual breast exam will be conducted at Hooters.
Directions to my doctor’s office will include, “Take a left when you enter the trailer park.”
The tongue depressors will taste faintly of Fudgesicles.
The only proctologist in the plan is “Gus” from Roto-Rooter.
The only item listed under Preventive Care coverage is “An apple a day.”
My “primary care physician” is wearing the pants I gave to Goodwill last month.
Zanax will come in different colors with little “M”s on them.
“The patient is responsible for 200% of out-of-network charges” is not a typo.
The only expense covered 100% is embalming.
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