Early on, I knew I wasn’t participating in this “Brave New World” they desperately wanted me to accept. Clapping at a certain hour each day - WTF was that?! Like I’m one of those cute little dogs in the circus - wearing a party hat, hopping up a ramp, balancing a ball on my nose. NO.
I worked through the pandemic minus the fourteen days (longest 14 days, Right?) to flatten the curve. I didn’t clap nor did I expect an applause BUT I did expect people to pull their head’s out of their ass. Nope.
Summer Olympics. Swim 1200 meters - albatross arms with piston legs, forming a wake for the win then donning a mask?! They could barely catch their breath for the on camera interview but still, they had that damn mask on. The IOC taking bets from their opera boxes on who would win and how many would wear two masks. "Good little doggies! Here are your treats (ruff, ruff) Wear them proudly around your neck."
Pleading from home, “Take those fucking masks off!!! You are Olympic athletes!!!” INsAniTy.
As you can imagine, I will be one of the first they collect. I have been making preparations and practicing (sort of) Got my cello out and rosined up the bow. Practicing to keep myself marketable until my real worth is realized - the “control group." Currently, looking for a violinist. Open tryouts. Duets in the centres. Come on man, Kommandants are people too! We’ll start with “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." After a little practice, we will move on to Boccherini’s "La musica notturna delle strade di Madrid."
“Double reverse suicide bomber” nice!
Early on, I knew I wasn’t participating in this “Brave New World” they desperately wanted me to accept. Clapping at a certain hour each day - WTF was that?! Like I’m one of those cute little dogs in the circus - wearing a party hat, hopping up a ramp, balancing a ball on my nose. NO.
I worked through the pandemic minus the fourteen days (longest 14 days, Right?) to flatten the curve. I didn’t clap nor did I expect an applause BUT I did expect people to pull their head’s out of their ass. Nope.
Summer Olympics. Swim 1200 meters - albatross arms with piston legs, forming a wake for the win then donning a mask?! They could barely catch their breath for the on camera interview but still, they had that damn mask on. The IOC taking bets from their opera boxes on who would win and how many would wear two masks. "Good little doggies! Here are your treats (ruff, ruff) Wear them proudly around your neck."
Pleading from home, “Take those fucking masks off!!! You are Olympic athletes!!!” INsAniTy.
As you can imagine, I will be one of the first they collect. I have been making preparations and practicing (sort of) Got my cello out and rosined up the bow. Practicing to keep myself marketable until my real worth is realized - the “control group." Currently, looking for a violinist. Open tryouts. Duets in the centres. Come on man, Kommandants are people too! We’ll start with “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot." After a little practice, we will move on to Boccherini’s "La musica notturna delle strade di Madrid."
https://youtu.be/iZVN5Y6dtOk
.......the bird's flightless?
“Come and get me, you m’ther fuckin’ bastards.”