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The Essential Church?

Today SHITHOLE argued that churches are “essential” and that they must be reopened “now”! And he stamped his foot like a toddler and threatened the lives of all the governors if they tried to stop churches from opening. Like the SHITHOLE he is.

Yes, tell that to the priest of the church that died from coronavirus. Tell that to the thirty church choir members who came down with the coronavirus. Tell that to the many parishoners who have gotten sick from coronavirus. Tell that to the many priests who still refuse to open their churches because of coronavirus. And those are the ones we know of. That’s not mentioning the countless asymptomatic people. I’m sure they all feel their church is “essential”.

The word “essential” means “absolutely necessary or extremely important”. I’m sure to some “going to church” is “absolutely necessary” and “extremely important”. Just as going to work is “essential”. Because if we don’t go to work, we don’t get paid and then have no money to live. But you need to work if you want to get paid. You don’t need to go to church if you want to pray. Which is what I’m assuming all the fools who want to rush off to church are looking to do. Pray. For all I know they’re in a rush to gossip or receive that shitty tasting “communion”. But you don’t need to be in a big fancy building that costs tons of money to run, money that they siphon from you on a weekly basis (which is the real reason why they want their churches open so badly), to pray. You can pray wherever you are, whenever, however you want. For free. Your Higher Power Being will hear your prayer no matter where you are. That’s the beauty of prayer. After you pray you’ll feel as good (or as bad) as you would had you gone to church prayed. The biggest difference is that you’ll be safer.

Don’t let SHITHOLE, of all people, try to convince you otherwise. He’s the biggest hypocrite to religion and faith on the face of the planet. And one of the biggest, if not the biggest (in more ways than one) sinner.

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“Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent” – Isaac Asimov

Fools of Stillwater, OK need not worry about having to wear their face masks in public when they go shopping, to the hair salon or to get their free refills at restaurants.  They have threatened their way out of protecting themselves and others from COVID-19.  Because they are cowards and assholes.

On May 1 an emergency declaration requiring customers to wear face masks inside businesses went into effect.  No sooner did it go into effect, all hell broke loose.  Customers visiting establishments began threatening employees with verbal and physical violence and even one threat of violence using a firearm.  To protect their employees, the declaration was lifted.

What really should have happened was that anyone threatening violence should have been tossed out on their asses, arrested and permanently banned from these places.  There is no need to act like banshees because you are being asked to protect your life and the lives of those around you.  No employee gets paid enough money to deal with violence, nor should they ever have to.

I can’t speak for the people of Stillwater, OK.  I’m sure they’re not all like these insecure idiots.  But for the people that acted like this, I have one thing to say:  COVID-19–do your thing.

 

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Stop the World! I Want To Get Off!

So here we are in the midst of surviving the coronavirus. COVID-19.  The virus of all viruses.

Life as we know it has changed, at least temporarily.  Because this too shall pass.  In the meantime we need to get through it.  And I’m certain the majority of us will.  But along the way, we are going to experience some new “norms”.

School now takes place outside of school.  Work now takes place outside of work.  There aren’t any sports to watch, but you can binge watch “Cheers” on Netflix.  Finally we have the opportunity to catch up on our reading, or anything else we may have not had time to do.  More time with the fam, which may, or may not be, a good thing.

Along with so many others I have experienced the empty store shelves, emptier than I have ever seen them during major blizzards.  With a pending blizzard I have always been able to find cleaning supplies, pasta, soup, bread and toilet paper.  Not so with this thing.  Remarkably, there was plenty of milk when I hit Walmart on Friday night.

Earlier in the day I was having a conversation with two of my sisters about the craziness of not being able to find this, that or the other thing at the store.  Both of my sisters said they were down to only a few rolls of toilet paper.  I told them we had a 12-pack and could spare some.  That would give us all four rolls.  To get us through until who-knows-when.  I figured I would try to obtain some more at Big Y that night, as they have it on sale.  And I have a coupon.  Even better deal.

It had been a week since I’d been in a store.  I only shop once a week.  Last week there was toilet paper  I had heard the stories from many about how there is not a single roll to be found anywhere.  Because, as you know, COVID-19 makes you shit yourself into oblivion and hey, when you run out of food, you can eat it.  I digress…

I left Big Y disheartened because there was no toilet paper.  There weren’t any tissues, paper towels or napkins either.  I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised.  I wasn’t.  I was shocked.  Family Dollar:  nothing.  CVS:  nothing.

I arrived at Walmart and resolved by then that we didn’t need the toilet paper that bad.  Four rolls could probably get my family through at least a week, maybe two if we didn’t piss or shit too much.  But the fact that no stores have it and that it’s disappearing faster than it can be stocked, was scaring me.  Not knowing when I’d be able to get more toilet paper was scarier than there not actually being any available.  I have the same feeling with the missing food.

I’m walking down the aisle adjacent to the paper goods aisle when I hear a loud “clang” that made me jump.  I looked over to see a stock boy throwing a 30-pack of toilet paper on the metal shelf.  I casually went over and grabbed it, feeling joyous for the first time that night.  That was the only pack of toilet paper I saw him put down.  I don’t know where it came from.  I don’t know if he had any more to put down.  I didn’t care.  I  guarded that 30-pack with my life and made my way out of there.

Suddenly I had toilet paper not just for myself and my family, but also my two sisters and their families.  Ten rolls for each of  us.  I felt like I had been blessed by the Toilet Paper Gods.

I also think it’s great that now most of the world is finally washing their hands and cleaning their respective places.  Because I know for a fact so many were not doing this before COVID-19.  I’m sure people who have never touched a disinfecting wipe in their life have now learned how to use them.  Because I can’t find those anywhere either.

I know this situation we’re all in right now isn’t going to last forever.  And it sucks not knowing when it’s going to end.  But until it does the majority of us will trudge on, scrapping to get the last can of soup, the last loaf of bread or if we’re really lucky, the last roll of toilet paper.