The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to determine public policy. We let them drive the train for too long and they put it at the bottom of the gorge. They are now dismissed as “incompetent” with a side of “malevolent.”
They call your wind, “Pariah.”
No, morons. We can’t compel you to get vaccinated. But if you don’t, your ignorant, selfish, dishonest, sociopathic ass don’t work here no more. Clear? And you will be blamed for all of this, because at this point it IS your fault. And you are going to pay a price—socially, economically and politically. And as the Eagles once said, “You’ll have to eat your lunch all by yourself.” Rational people are done with you. We’re “Already Gone.”
We are blaming you. Because we have a clear path out of this nightmare and you refuse to follow it. At this point this IS your fault. And we ARE blaming you.
Just as evangelicals never acknowledge each other in the liquor store, now there are reports of Elmer and Ester Gantrys in Missouri wearing disguises on their way to get their vaccinations. “You WILL have the decency not to mention you saw me here, right?” “Sure. If you’ll do the same for me.”
You’ve heard the personal insult, “Snake Belly Low”? Or “Whale Turd Low”? “Death Valley Low”? I think we need to update and modernize the term. How about “Laura Ingraham Low”?
A pair of goodbyes. First, to bearded bassist Dusty Hill, who died yesterday at 72. As bandmate Billy Gibbons put it, “He put the bottom in the Top.”
Also farewell to inventor/hawker/barker/hustler Ron Pompeil. I’m going to honor him by spraying a little GLH-9 powder on the crown of my head, cruising the neighborhood with my Mr. Microphone in the “on” position and whipping up a little Gil ‘n Guts Puree in my Bass-O-Matic ’76. Mmmm. That’s good bass. And I’ll be back to pick you up later.
Oh, one more thing before I go. The unvaccinated cannot be allowed to determine public policy.