No Choice

No, Keith, you should be hiding under your bed wrapped in tarps, wearing at least 10 masks, with a grim and determined look on your face as you spray bleach directly into your nose at least once a minute.

You can hear the virus banging on the windows; you can feel it creeping under the door. You have no choice but to put on an eleventh mask as the insidious Covid uses tiny jackhammers to break through your eleven layers of masks and begins shredding your immunoglobulin like Hulk Hogan bodyslamming Andre the Giant.

Meanwhile, a liberal is outside, emerging from the bushes wearing Level 5 suits one over the another like Matryoshka dolls, caterwauling about how weโ€™ll always have to hide under our beds, in fact weโ€™ll have to carry our beds with us to hide under them, no matter the vaccinations, no matter the case prevalence, no matter what happens, until the sun goes red giant and finally, all the stars wink out. Becauseโ€ฆreasons.