I knew there was a reasonable explantion!

When I was a kid my dad had to work extra jobs to support us. One of them was in Brownsville deep in the heart of Jungleland. We would take the GG train to the Flushing Avenue stop. When you got outside it was like you were in postwar Germany or something. Like Dresden without the schnitzel.  We had to walk about three blocks to Broadway to a furniture store where this old Jewish guy would rip off the moolies by making them buy stereos on lay away. My dad did the accounting. Anyhoo the only reason we were able to go there was because Pfizer had a plant there. You see they put the chemical plant in a bad neighborhood because what the fuck were they going to do about. Oh the smell. Man it was the worst thing I ever smelled times ten. Think Elizabeth New Jersey. Rotten eggs. Hillary's twat. It would make you gag as you walked. The only thing is they had armed guards with German Shepard's patrolling the perimeter. They would often walk us to the store. They were good guys. But the smell!

Now these guys are making to covid vaccine.

Hard pasadena on that one boys.

When will get back to normal?

When is this phony coronavirus bullshit going to end?

I notice that Governor Witless in Michigan is ending her executive orders on Thursday and letting her state get back to normal. I guess when they are burning cop cars in the middle of the street it doesn't really matter if they wear masks. She can stop arresting barbers and start to worry about the savages looting Target and CVS.

It got so bad that I had to have the wife give me a haircut. She was really scared but she did it anyway. She was worried that she was going to mess it up. I told her I used to get my haircuts at the racetrack where it cost two dollars for a clipping. So I wasn't worried.

She did a creditable job. There's only one problem.

She won't let me cut her hair.

Six feet under

I have to go to the Post Office a lot these days. To deliver our online orders. When I go I have to suit up. Mask. Gloves. Condom. The works.

The Post Office has instituted social distancing protocols. Stand in line six feet away from the rest of the people in line. Plexi glass in front of the clerks. No human contact. A liberal Karen's dream.

It's funny how it works. Just like a bank they only have one window open. The bank wants you to use the ATM or the computer to do your transactions. I don't know what the Post Office is thinking. They only had the half a retard guy William working.

The other clerks were no where to be seen. The sassy black girl with the platinum dye job. The flirty Oriental woman who must have Vietnam flashbacks because she likes old white guys. I literally heard her ask one guy "Sucky fucky five dollar." The woman who looks like she is on the syrup bottle. It was only William.

William looked like the moolie from the Shining and must be on the spectrum. He doesn't make a mistake but he is very deliberate. Very, very deliberate. So when he is behind the window it takes forever.

Some of these worthless fucking Democratic governors call this the "New Normal." It's really the new Abnormal.

When is this bullshit going to end?

Will the food supply chain break?

Things are happening in our America that have not happened since the Great Depression. All because of illegal and unconstitutional interference by the government. Soon enough there could be a famine as the food chain will break because of interference in commerce by over bearing government.. 

The chairmen of Tyson Foods John H Tyson said:

“In addition to meat shortages, this is a serious food waste issue,” Tyson claimed. “Farmers across the nation simply will not have anywhere to sell their livestock to be processed, when they could have fed the nation. Millions of animals – chickens, pigs and cattle – will be depopulated because of the closure of our processing facilities. The food supply chain is breaking.”

Basically what he is saying is that the closing of meat packing and processing plants has led to a surplus of product that is not being processed to be sent to the supermarkets throughout the nation. The food is there but it is being wasted. We already have seen millions of gallons of milk and millions of eggs being destroyed because they can not be brought to market. 

This is because of government dictates that have closed plants or forced truckers to not transport product.

People will get hungry. Very hungry. What little reaches the shelves will be hoarded much like toilet paper. I know I stocked up with a lot of pasta in the thought that just such a thing will be happening.

President Trump needs to step in and somehow stop this calamity. The Justice Department has to step in and fight against the onerous shut down orders of tinpot dictators like the governors in Michigan, New York and Arizona. This can not stand or we will be facing a disaster of immense proportions.

The Summer of Boo Boo

We all got sick when the Chinese Panda Bears moved next door. Their young daughter Ling Ling gave Brother Bear a virus. Not the one he always got where his penis would burn when he took a pee. This one was named after a beer. Ranger Smith called it the Coors Virus. I don't know why but I think he thought it sounded cool.

We all caught the virus. It made us cough and wheeze and it was hard to breath. We all sounded like  Papa Bear when he took Mama Bear into their bedroom and locked the door after he had been drinking all day. We huffed and puffed and sounded like we were running a race. It got so bad we had to go to the Hospital.

There were a lot of sick bears there. Smokey was hacking up a lung. He was always against forest fires but he smoked like a chimney. Gentle Ben was there and he wasn't gentle at all. We even saw Gentile Ben who was the shabbos goy for all the Jew Bears. They were all in the hospital and they were all very sick.

The Doctor in charge was a greasy Eye-talian who looked like he was looking for his momkey before he started grinding his organ. Or that he would rather be grinding his organ than taking care of sick bears. Anyway he said there was nothing he could do. We had to self quarantine at home. No more going to work. No more frolicing for the tourist so they would throw us food. No more raiding garbage cans.

We are going to starve. And that dirty wop doesn't care.

(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears)