GIANT HERDS OF PALE SPONGE

Today is the last day to eat pizza for some people. No, it isn't the end-times, but Passover starts tomorrow evening, and decent bread, pizza, and cookies, are off the table until after dark on the twenty third. A bacon cheese burger is right out, as well as beer, whiskey, and wheatgerm juice. Today is when some people perform bedikas chometz.

[Imagine a note of impending doom right here. It's. The. Last. Day!]

If you were thinking of holding a Christian seder, don't. Not only is doing so ridiculous and offensive, but it's also cultural appropriation. And none of the food you would serve could, by any stretch of the imagination, be considered kosher le pesach.

On the other hand, do please wear your damned mask out in public, especially on the bus. And remember it's damned well useless unless it covers your proboscis. Don't be like those young people and the occasional old fart who show a callous disregard for the safety of others. This ain't Mississippi. Nor Texas.



That maskless droodge thing on public transit is really starting to bother me. There are elderly and immunocompromised people who have to take public transit, and many of the rest of us have no choice either. It's fine that you want to take risks, but for crapssakes, you dumb Texans and Maggaites, show some consideration and decency for the rest of us.
Feel free to kill yourself with a fentanyl overdose.

Honestly, I have no problem with the entire state of Texas gasping desperately for air in the ICU. In Texas. Not here. And fentanyl is faster, aside from totally free enterprise American consumer capitalism in action AND libertarian.
Go ahead; do it.



Despite the maskless cretins, today was a pretty good day. Achy and sore, not enough sleep, because of the second booster shot. But no fever. Went to C'town to pick up my refills (80 MG, 81 MG, 25 MG, 100-25 MG, 5 MG), had lunch, smoked a pipe, and went to my bank. Earlier I got laminated double-sided copies of my vaccine card made.

Though they throng the streets here, there were no dumb-ass Caucasians other than myself at the pharmacy, the restaurant, or the bank.



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