Jim Flanigan Looks at the World
Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015
Thank you for reading and following. I wanted to express my appreciation before this happens today in just a few hours and I become a zombie.
No action is needed? Pffft! Plenty of action is needed. The reason?
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Schools are closed. Bars and restaurants are supposed to close at the end of business today. Hey, what about restaurants that are open 24/7? Do they have to abide by the ban if they don’t close today? Food and paper products are in short supply. I know my family is debating if they should eat me now while I am still fat in order to conserve the rest of the food in the house.
I took matters into my own hands last night at 10PM as I went out to feed. Just to clarify, I pretty much self-quarrantine every winter after dark. Last night I felt like I had been turned into a coronavirus zombie, going out after dark to feed when there would be no lines. Oops, I was an hour early. It turns out that many others had the same idea around 10PM. I kept to myself, huddled in a fetal position on a barren shelf in the canned vegetable aisle next to a solitary can of okra until the crowd cleared a bit by 11PM.
This is one of the first sights that greeted me when I walked in …
As more and more Trump supporters crawl out from their alt-right spider holes to show their hoodless faces for the first time in public since the George Wallace third party Presidential run in 1968, zombies are registering a record number of complaints.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 