My fellow Americans have once again shown they think of nothing but themselves unless they can squeeze out a media clip to make them look magnanimous. Hospitals and clinics have no masks, gowns, gloves, or other PPE to give them the protection they need to administer medical help to the infected. Nurses, techs and doctors go home to spread the virus to their loved ones after spending the day trying to contain and treat it.
I went to the supermarket today because my carton of milk was waning , and I used the last of my yellow onions to make some pasta carbonara sans bacon (cuz there ain’t none). I can’t believe the human locust attack that my local big chain supermarket had withstood. Shelf after shelf was bare. No rice, no sugar, no pasta, no canned soups, no nothin’.
No Toilet paper is a given. No bottled water is a given. These are the 2 major items that the human locusts have targeted. Their creed is: Never mind that we all need TP. Let the last in line do without. If the public water supply be sabotaged, so be it. We’ve got our bottles.
I’m not a religious man, but maybe we should take heed. Mathew 20:16 prophesied it as: So the last shall be first, and the first last. Bob Dylan’s “The Times They Are a Changin'” echoed the same thought.
So my curse upon the human locusts is thus: May the Apocalypse descend upon those that deserve it. A garage flooded by a broken sewer pipe would make that stash of TP very questionable. Maybe even more toxic than the COVID-19 virus. If the rice is spared, try wiping yourself with handfuls of that. Otherwise, let the sludge seep into it.
Please, please! Just take what you need for now and let others have what they need for now. It’s not like the factories are going to disappear or the truckers are going to call it quits. Things will return to normal. Hopefully, the people will, too.