This just in:  I didn’t do any research.

Why?  Because I’m not qualified to do vaccine research.  Yes, I can read Facebook memes and I could watch Fox News (If I were a sheep).  But I don’t (and I’m not).

Instead, I rely on experts.  When the best medical minds in the world tell me that wearing a mask is helpful, I wear a mask.  I don’t like wearing a mask but you know what I like less?  Laying in a hospital bed for weeks with and air-snorkel shoved down my throat.

A couple of the QANON (aka…The Gullible) rumors include things like deworming medicine for horses.  An anti-vaxxer will say, “I don’t know what’s in the vaccine so I’m not taking it but….I did read about how horse deworming medicine is accomplishing great things.”

Another is, “I don’t think it has been tested enough.  I always wait until more than 5 billion doses have been given successfully before I try anything other than de-worming medicine.”

I fly a lot and when I get to an airport do 2 things: (1) I put on my mask and (2) I start blaming people for my need to wear a mask. 

I’m wearing a mask because people refuse to wear masks. 

I’m wearing a mask because people want my efforts to give them free heard immunity.

I’m wearing a mask because someone read on Facebook that COVID is a hoax so that must be true.

I’m wearing a mask because the same people that want to control a woman’s reproductive rights think that it is an infringement on their freedom to have them not spread their contagion to others.

I’m wearing a mask because an entire political party has told their sheep to “Stay strong.  Stay free.”  Leaving out that part about death of yourself, loved ones or just the anonymous loved ones of others.

I’m wearing  mask because an embarrassingly huge portion of our population is irrational, anti-science, self-serving and fearful.  Fearful being evidenced by their loud pronouncement of “I am not afraid.”

I just saw where one company was raising the medical co-pay of their unvaccinated workers by $200 per month.  I think this is brilliant.

I would like the anti-vaxxers to have to wear a tattoo on their foreheads that reads, “Facebook is my doctor.”  I just can’t seem to get my congressman interested in sponsoring the bill.

I think anti-vaxxers should not be allowed indoors in ANY public place.  They should not be allowed outdoors in any crowded place. 

When I was a kid, I watched Ben Hurr, or maybe Moses (Charlton Heston playing basically the same role) goes to a lepper colony.  We need Anti-vaxxer colonies.  They would be just as scary.  We would look at them through binoculars as a recorded tour guided message babbles on about the high death rates and how you could support them by buying an air-snorkel for only $5 and it would be tax deductible.  Life in the colony wouldn’t be all doom and gloom.  They could have flat-earther meetings and protests about Trump’s election loss.  They could even form into any number of hate groups and then attack each other in the name of God and Patriotism.

I would name this colony “Darwin’s Prophesy”.

So, anyway…Banana Cream Pie falls into a category that I call, “Too good to eat.”

I call it this because if I allow myself to eat it at will, I’ll never stop eating it.  So, I keep it out of my house.  Out of sight, out of mind…right?

Sort of. 

I had a client call me the other day and say, “Jim, we need you to go to our plant in North Carolina this November.”

I don’t remember anything of the call after that.  The reason:  I know a place in North Caroline where it is all you can eat and every night they have a giant tub of Banana cream pie.  For some reason, they put small bowls next to this as if to say, “You really don’t need to eat more than this.”  I take a dinner plate and just pile on a much as I can fit.  Plus…a dinner roll in case someone is looking at me thinking I don’t know how to eat a balance meal.

So , for the next three months, I’ll be thinking about this place.  Too good to eat means I don’t keep it in my house.  But hey…it’s not my fault if the restaurant has it.

Time to save the world.

Up, up and away…

Jim