So we’re all supposed to wear masks now, not that it’s legally enforced here (bless Arizona). The issue is the Karens, and one place they’re tick on the ground is Trader Joe’s. My last time there, I was hectored by a gaggle of them for wanting to kill myself and everyone else. I don’t think they would have been amenable to a statistical argument, so I just smiled sweetly and asked to see their tits. This week, following orders like an obedient little Citizen, I fashioned a home-made mask following the instructions given on many government websites.

The fact that I fashioned it out of rubber bands, staples, and a sanitary napkin also did not endear me to the Karens. Ah well, there’s no pleasing some people.

Birthday highlights of the day include the Mother of the Blues; the Father of the Impenetrable; true Evil Incarnate; John Waters’s favorite filmmaker; a delightful sci-fi writer; one of my favorite authors, and recommended if you’re feeling suicidal; the Father of Harbor Place; arguably the funniest woman of the 20th century; and a woman who is characterized as dumb, conniving, and pure evil, which would make her consistent with Michelle Obama and Nancy Reagan.

If I duplicate stories, it’s because Spud and Digby vacuumed up the good ones and I’m past caring.

 

“Screw you guys, I’m going HOME.”

 

Peace Train.

 

And apparently not everyone is aboard the train.

 

Someone is more optimistic than I am.

 

So brave! So stunning!

 

Just following orders.

 

Misty gonna get cancer.

 

This would have made my sanitary napkin mask perfect.

 

If you apologize to screeching morons, you deserve whatever you get.

 

Old Guy Music is a chestnut, but people, this is going to happen again, and likely soon. It’s a pity that the people who made this song are now on the side of the State.