This edition courtesy of “Writing is FUN!” moment.-kwc
You?
Surely you know about the Left Behind series. Maybe you know that when Cheney and Bush were appointed by the Supremes one of the first things they did was go to the fundies and promise them they would do nothing to stop the end of days. Could have been the Pentecostals: there is some crossover. Following that rather absurd attempt to shore up a base they 
>certainly did do what they could to stomp all over oil country, aggravate already aggravated Israel/Muslim (etc) relations; to put it mildly. As mild as toast soaked in milk and arsenic.
But I never felt as close to those times as I do now.
Perhaps there are plans to encourage more to resist being vaccinated? After all, since there IS a pandemic of the unvaccinated, and all this fighting about masks, or even just asking if you’ve been vaccinated, perhaps the ultimate goal here is to get as many as possible rising up to meet their gun toting, white, fundamentalist-only, Jesus.
Jesus wants to kill us, this they know, for their Bible tells them so. So much for their claim to literal interpretation.
As we all know, “COVID doesn’t care.” Maybe they do? Maybe they DO understand it keeps mutating, getting worse; maybe even into something no vaccine can guard against. The biology of this is easy to understand, even for someone like me who took a lot of biology courses but never was that science inclined. Hey, when you had to take a science course Core Bio was one of the easier ones: unless you had a prof who thought Advanced Geology was the same thing.
Don’t get me started.
Like the biggest Petri dish imaginable unvaccinated people; not just here but worldwide, are culturing COVID. COVID is cuddling up to them giving birth to bastard children. And I mean “bastard” in the insult sense of the word. I don’t mean “Bastard” as in the Rogue beer. Certainly doesn’t taste as good. Hell, no taste at all.
Maybe we’re at Double Bastard now? Triple? Quad? Hoppin Frog’s Pentuple?
OK, I know, I know: death by COVID doth not fit the classic tale of them floating up to meet Jesus, leaving their clothes behind in the biggest nude show ever. Where do they expect us stuff our dollar bills? Are wolf whistles allowed? Hubba, hubba’s? Sad to say I’m guessing no one would want to see most of them naked.
If that’s what they really want I MIGHT be OK with all that, if not for the actual mess ‘left behind;’ for COVID will still be here, meaner, unstoppable. Movies like On the Beach, episodes of Twilight Zone, come to mind; like the last man breaking his glasses. I’m also reminded of one of my favorite quotes to paraphrase: the shortest SciFi short story ever written. Written by Harlan Ellison; back when ‘man’ was more commonly used also for all humans.
“And the last man in the world sat at his desk and then there came a knock at the door.”
That’s it.
I just hope one wish will be granted before lights out. There’s a huge roar from the heavens greeting them and God uses the largest loud speaker in the known universe so we can all hear…
”So I gave you brains, I gave you free will. I even had the spirits of those who have passed on inspire your researchers well in advance so you’d have a vaccine. And what did you do? You ignored it all. You killed billions with your stubborn ignorance, your arrogance, your blind stupidity, your cheap political one-upmanship, your lies for political gain, your worship of someone more akin to Satan than me. Get thee begone! Even Satan doesn’t want your ugly asses.”
Courtesy St. Paul’s Knightsbridge via Sound Cloud.
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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 40 years, first published in fall of 1972. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks, and into the unseen cracks and crevasses, that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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