Are you a Racist? Misogynist? Or Terrorist/Extremist? Take your pick anti-vaxxers!
Because refusing to be shot up with lethal poison must put you in one of these categories.
At least, according to the Son of Castro – that great performing black-face artist previously known as Your Canadian Boyfriend.
Of course, I couldn’t give a flying feces about the land of snow and ice hockey, never have, but especially now that I own my very own Animal Farm – somewhere in Mexico.
“The animals were happy as they had never conceived it possible to be. Every mouthful of food was an acute positive pleasure, now that it was truly their own food, produced by themselves and for themselves, not doled out to them by a grudging master.” – George Orwell, Animal Farm, Ch. 3
Well, I’m renting a house on the ranch next door because the architect screwed up, got a new one but might have to poke out his eyes when he’s done to not reveal my whereabouts – like Ivan the Terrible did after commissioning Saint Basil’s Cathedral on the Red Square in Moscow.
I jest of course…
No more Jeff the Terrible.
It’s taken me a while, but I’m starting to let go of all my attachments… alcohol… hockey… poker (maybe)… although I’m sticking to the coffee enemas!
Although poker does give me a good opportunity to rile up some vaxxers, so there is that. In fact, in today’s video, I give you a first-hand demonstration of why the Poker Final Table commentators are tempted to say Shhh… Shut That Man Up!
Also, some good stories about,
- Ancient cave fighters and shadow boxers
- Collateral damage (and why we don’t care)
- The Bank of Canada’s proposal to take your money when it reaches its expiry date, and
- Comorbidities are finally getting their moment in the sun.
Anyway, good vibrations all the way.
“If life gives you peacocks, make tacos.” – Lucy Berwick