IF THE LEFT TRIES TO LOCK US DOWN, FOR ANY REASON, I WILL NOT COMPLY!
There is one safety step that I urge you to take first.
So, what have the Lefty socialists have planned for us next? Their chosen food is not Chinese, French, Thai or Italian.
It is POWER .
Well, y’all can just submit, but lately I have heard rumors and rumblings about a lock-down for—Climate Change.
Not kidding! Although the climate has been changing without Fords and Chevys for the last 6000 years, these dufas think it would be so much better to destroy small business all over again. Who needs a beauty shop? Who needs a mom and pop restaurant?
In fact, why do We the Peasants need to eat? The peasants farm, so that the elites can eat; a basic law instilled by Barack Hussein Obama. He is now having his wished -for third term. A child could see it. I’m not a child.
Man Made Climate change is the dumbest thing I have read about in all my 71 years. The smartest thing I have read : The Bible. Mysteriously, it has been a best-seller since the inception of that wondrous experiment called The United States of America.
But, maybe the publisher has a better publicity person than I do. Simply not fair! What is worse is that it is becoming very popular in Africa. We cannot allow dark-skinned people anywhere around it. Next, the Mexicans may want it. Then the world goes to hell in a hand cart.
Fact is: Catholicism is exploding in Africa. Ok, I get it. Africa also has a better public relations person than me. I am positive this is just a blip; perhaps an error in sample size.
In any event, the New Democratic Socialist Party is planning another fun house party; in your house. Best check your liquor supply! The party is just for you and family. How very sweet. Norman Rockwell could paint it, if he were alive.
Well, lockdowns work for folks who simply don’t have any cojones. Mom always said that mine would get me into trouble.
Problem is; I like trouble. Especially that which involves political theater.
Now folks, before you get your tighty whities twisted in a knot, let me educate you in some simple safety routines. One that a wise person practices religiously.
First, and foremost, I plan to throw a few kopecs to an attorney. We live in Puerto Rico, where the people are kind but are also sheeple. Who knew? People and Sheeple. Perhaps I have a future in rap music. Yes. The first white old lady rapper. The Phyllis Diller of Rap. Let the royalties flood in!
Allegedly there are bail bondsmen here. Funny thing is; I have been all over the island and have never seen a sign advertising them. Maybe they are like the Fairy Godmother. Keep on the lookout for a huge pumpkin being driven by a mouse. Call me if you see one. Or, whip out your iPhone and record. We are all citizen journalists now.
All over the San Juan metro area I see ads for Abogados. That is Spanish for attorney. They are as thick here as cockroaches in a New York tenement. I have not seen one advertisement for a bail bond person; proof positive that they do not exist.
The attorneys flourish here. In fact, in order to be a notary, one must first pass the bar. Then, take additional training to be a notary. Seems to me to be an awful lot of trouble.
When I worked as an RN in the Older adults unit, my night nurse friend just whipped out her handy dandy stamp and whatever document I had was notarized. It is a great side-hustle.
If you happen to live in Pennsylvania, where I was born, I think you could juice your retirement with this gig. Absolutely no one will stop you during a Climate Change Lockdown. Here is what you do, male, female or trannie.
Get yourself some nurse scrubs, , a stethoscope and a blood pressure portable. Masks will be enforced brutally—they block out the sun so you at least can skip the sunscreen, and to the local Thought Police you look credible.
You are simply ministering to the sick and unfortunate. Or, you could dress as a Catholic priest. Whose to stop you from giving last rites? This is a Catholic island so I am certain this ruse will work here.
With all these costumes and subterfuges set: Still park that cash with an Attorney. Preferably a Criminal defense type.
That is your real defense against tyranny. Masks, vaccines and the like are tyranny.
Join me: I will be a willing agent of the Resistance. Oh, and I do have all my bases covered. When I drive any distance, my stethoscope is on the passenger seat. Works every time—even though most people these days prefer to milk Uncle Sugar for funds.
So bereft am I that I actually compliment anyone who has a J.O.B. Lately, that work thingy is a rare as the Hope diamond. Why work when the belly is full?
Because work not only gives a paycheck; it bestows dignity. Try it. You may even like it.
It is free. But your birthday girl or boy will never know, I promise.
But, do not tell anyone that it is free. That shall be our secret.