Friday, September 08, 2023

PANDEMIC OF IDIOTS

Last night while outside smoking my pipe I saw three people stumble across busy streets against traffic. How sad that some people are so out of it that they don't even recognize a don't walk light, and cannot understand that motor cars moving at them if they don't stop will win the confrontation. One of the vehicles was a city bus, which had to halt in the middle of the intersection.

One wonders, at times, how it is that many human beings have survived so long.
Or by what mischance that level of idiocy contributed to the gene pool.

Must be congenitally inbred voters from Tennessee.

Where hairy knuckles are common.

I've always thought that the more Republican states in this country deliberately bus their least effective people out west to California after election season is over, so that they don't have to house or feed them, or provided any medical coverage when the poor blasted bigfoots start dying of malnutrition, neglect, chronic stupid behaviour, exposure to the elements, or mis-information fueled conspiracy theory paranoia.

We dare not ship them back; they might vote again.
And we've seen what hell that leads to.
January Sixth.

Unfortunately, I don't speak hick. A language of mostly monosyllabic grunts. Common in the vast interior (and in Fox News broadcasts). Human civilization has not penetrated that far.
Earlier I had gone out for a late tea in C'town, avoiding streets with high foot traffic. Because tourists are in town, many of whom do not understand about masks OR even letting faster pedestrians pass them. Maybe 'mask' is an unknown concept in Mississippi or Arkansas.
And clearly they aren't used to using the sidewalk. It must get very lonely out in the hinterlands; so few other hominids ambulating in broad daylight.
Beyond the parking lot in front of Piggly Wiggly.
Or, perhaps, Dunkin' Donuts.
Walking is hard.


How on earth did mankind make it this far?
And why are they on my sidewalk?
Or the middle of the street?



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