So I decided to step down to this fayre-based festifval. It was a fairly nice day, and , a fair haired, fairly nice driver picked me up and drove me. Now don't get dirty thoughts, he didn't drive me like that. It cost a fair bit, and I remostrated `that's not fair? He remonstrated `fair is fair driving a fairy to the fayre' . I submitted willingly. The fayre itself was fairly fair, though to be fair, I wouldn't fare well conducting such fairylike fare. I got hungry. The fare was fair,Does My Vaccine Protect From Mutations? (unquote)
I got vaxed and woke up the next a.m. as a 6'8" 235 lb. WNBA virtue-signalling power-forward. Call it Kafka with 21st century characteristics. So no, I may be healthy, but I am even less bearable than my aforetime sunny solarian self
I could see what was coming down the line, so at the start of my latest gig, said, in no uncertain terms, I woulnd never receive any vaccination. After a couple phone calls was assured that vaccination would be totally voluntary. Yeah. right. I can still take the gaotie, but for how long, I don't know. Might have to pull a Lao Zi and hit the mountains of Yunnan or thereababouts.
On the down side, failure to vaccinate might mean your being blacklisted from fayre-based festivals. Because herd-mentality is a far far greater desideratum than herd-immunity. My apartment complex recently closed all gates except one so they can screen visitors for not being vaccinated. Safety achieved, it seems, must be celebrated by implementing even more draconian measures. (Why does the hoary old locution "Sodoms-Afflinge" start rattling round in my recall this darkling eve?)
okay , that's about as much of that bshot I can write at one go.