Over the
years I’ve gotten into the habit of channel surfing as soon as the commercials
come on the TV. Other times I might not
want to leave a particular channel because it’s like a Yankee game, so I would
just hit the mute button. This has just
been a defensive measure against the never-ending onslaught of commercials,
commercials everywhere. But yesterday
for some reason I forgot to switch the channel or even to hit the mute. And it turned out to be a good thing. Because there on the TV screen were
celebrities, a never-ending array of them.
Most of whom I’d never heard of but that didn’t matter as they’re
somebody, even if I don’t happen to know their names. And they want me, little old anonymous me,
to… “Stay safe. Stay home.”
They want me to know that. “I’m
not alone in this and they care.” And,
“We’ll get through this and get through this together.” And, I’m having a hard time today writing
this down on my computer because, because of all the tears. All the tears that are running down my
cheeks. I mean, who knew?
And they’re
right too. We will get through
this. There will come a day when we turn
on the TV or log onto the internet and we’ll know it’s over because we won’t
see Dr. Fauci. This has to happen. This day must come. This Kung Flu thing will go the way of the
H1N1, the Ebola, the Spanish Flu and even the Black Plague. And we’ll know it’s over as this little gnome
of a man Dr. Fauci will no longer be seen.
Dr. Fauci will walk in the footsteps of Jeffrey Epstein, Matt Lauer and
Monica Lewinsky. They’ll be no more video,
no more pictures, no memes no # Dr. Fauci.
Just gone, poof! And, that day is
somewhere up ahead and we’ll get there, together, all of us. Or well, at least most of us.
So cue the music Mr. Curry.
Dicens simile factum est
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