"...Our Xmas Carol"

Digging through the more rational sources one comes to certain conclusions regards da Pandemic. The latest variant is cutting through the vaccines like panzers through the Brits, and French at Dunkirk. The upside if you've been vaxed you'll make it...mostly. If not. Well...your choice.

Biden is making a speech to this effect on Tuesday. Merry Xmas. Some Vaxs vary in their resistance. However still better than nothing. The symptoms for this latest gift from hell are those of a simple cold.

You could have it and think...bleep it. 

'Least till the serious shit sets in. So me vaxed up, and with cold symptoms I went to get a test. I'm in Brooklyn. The line stretched back to Chicago. So I asked for a test kit. Seeing that so did a bunch of others at the end of da line. It was cold today.

A scene from that end of the world classic "On the Beach" came to mind. Where the government is passing out the suicide pills. I thought about that as them medical students gave out COVID test kits. Not exactly the same, But the same taste.

 See above with warrior faerie. 

I read this thing is going to tear through our country like a Tsunami. It's devouring Europe now. We'll get that in about three weeks. In time for the New year's hang overs.

It may cull many of the refuseniks. Both naughty, and nice. It doesn't care...it's a fucking Virus. The Dominate species of this planet...unquestioned. Merry Xmas.

(...Btw there's Doc Campbell below. He's been pretty rational through this whole thing. Watch his stuff.)

 

"An Evening at Sydney-Haus"

"Winter Barbie" dropped by my place this evening. This to make sure me, and "Bob the Bunny" was okay. All that end-of-the-world stuff going on. Wars plagues stupid movies all over the place.

Anyway, Barbie Bob da Bunny, and I sat around made popcorn watched some "Twilight Zone" episodes online. Talked shop. Ya know things in the "Fictitious Characters" world.

We had some good laffs. We finished off the night drinking heavily and watching some more "Zones". Really liked the one with Sabastian Cabbot as da Devil. Nothing like having good pals around when the shit hits the rotors.

 "The Actual Xmas Carol"

This is a departmental transcript of a conversation between a civil service Angel, and one E. Scrooge. Time: 8:45 pm Greenwich, December 24th 1856 C.E.

"Eh,...Mr. E. Scrooge of Number 17 Thames Street North?"

"Who is there how dare you enter my home!"

"Strictly speaking I haven't,...that is entered your abode. Time-space displacements, and such."

"What?"

"Never mind. Upon review of your current life Personnel Management has dispatched,...well 'me' to set things in some order. Pardon the intrusion."

"What?!!"

"Of course."

"Mr. Scrooge you are what is called in the popular jargon a "First Class Shit". This being so your file rather stuck out like your assorted Mad Kings Maniacs, and Algebra teachers."

"What?!!!"

"Indeed."

"The usual treatment is to let loose Spirits of the Season on them, and hope for the best. In your case a waste of time."

"...again I say Wha..."

"Please don't"

"So what I'm going to do is dip you corporeally into hell."

"Um I'm sorry this will hurt,...rather a lot I'm afraid. You'll be immersed for five minutes subjective time. This is roughly 148 years in spiritual time."

"This way please."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

At this point in the transcript replacement Angel~567/R88/Kv logged that he went to the Caligula pub drank several pints of Hammerhead talked shop, and lost track of time.

Client E. Scrooge was belatedly retrieved from Hell 2 hours 56 minutes after being dispatched within. It is somewhat difficult to calculate hades time, but as best accounting can tell Mr. Scrooge spent approximately 3,056 years in the neither regions. Somewhat longer than prescribed.

"Mr. Scrooge,...sir,...are you alright?"

"What?"

"Excellent."

"Our apologies you were ensconced in the "Lakes of Fire' for rather longer than intended. We hope this inconvenience has helped you reform your view of humanity."

"What?"

"Exactly."

"In my capacity as Angel~567/R88/Kv I'm required to say:

...Your soul is saved,...for now.

Go forth, and show kindness to the world."

"Here is your receipt for time spent in hell,...non-transferable. If you would sign just there thank you,...and here....right here too, just over here, thank you, annnd,...here. Thank you.

Of course nothing will be deposited into your spiritual account as you had to be told to be good,...have a Merry Christmas if that applies."

"What?"

"...faith"

“December 2, 2020, ...Day 282″

It’s the two Hundred, and Eighty Second Day in my Pandemic Isolation within my cute, but humble Digs. I’m fine. I worked through the Spring painting plastering cleaning re-fitting the place. Then in summer I hibernated in air conditioning watching old movies.

That, and playing music loudly.

Sometimes very loudly. Like everyone else. My Vaughn Williams, and Beatles to other’s classic Snoop Dog. In fall I went back to work for a bit. However, I found that I was painting where I painted, and plastered where I plastered…so I stopped.

‘Built model kits for a while. Performed stories to the walls. Made art things. Slept a lot ate too much then hardly at all. Went nuts went sane went holy went not so holy then back to where I began.

This has been our 2020. This has been our life in war time.

This is a war. A real one. What’s happened to the world, and this country is what war would have done to us. More than a Quarter Million dead in our republic. The economy in ruins the people confused angry divided. Our job in all that was to just stay home keep faith, and wait. And so, I did. So we do. So you, and I will do.