The public address system at my local Wally World was announcing that anybody who wanted to get the free Kung Flu vaccination, to go over the pharmacy. No lines and no waiting times.

No idea how many responded (I was on my way out on the other side) but I found it funny that we went from OMFG-DEATH-IS-UPON-US! to “Attention K-Mart Shoppers…”

In the meantime at the other side of the world:

Melbourne lockdown: Fears over outbreak sparks restrictions – BBC News

Australia’s second most populous state Victoria will enter a seven-day lockdown to counter a fast-spreading outbreak in its capital, Melbourne.
The lockdown will begin at midnight on Thursday (14:00 GMT).
Authorities have so far found 26 cases, and identified 150 sites where people may have been exposed to the virus.

They are fully in the clutches of Pandemic Fear Porn.

One of those advertising postcards that are left at your door step. This one I have to agree with as the right after school program solving an issue.

And boys can even get skills to charm the ladies in a near future. I am still amazed I managed to catch the missus with my two idiotic left feet and total inability to dance.

The missus calls me to come to the bedroom and points out the window. And there it was: a white dove sitting pretty and I took the picture.

I went outside to get another angle and I saw that the fucking rat with wings had a bout of diarrhea all over my freshly painted deck!

Needless to say, the effing pooping pigeon was convinced to leave the premises or risk becoming snapping turtle food.

If anything, this was a real world example of Poetry meeting Reality. I shan’t forget.

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In this day and age? The young fella would have been arrested and probably end up in Juvie. And that was the times of Capone and the gangsters running amok in Windy City which by comparison with today, it was a peaceful time.

When you celebrate and canonize thug life, you better be ready to accept its ballistic communion.

For all their acclaimed huff and puff, they are mostly cowered by the slightest show of aggression

Locally the dentist would be nicknamed “gator poop.”