Over the past couple of weeks, I have stood patiently in line, roughly six feet apart from other customers, to get into stores such as Target and Trader Joe’s. And as mildly annoying as I’m sure it was for most people, no one in the lines I waited in were truly vocal about their oppressive hatred for it until this week at, of course, an area Walmart.
He was a somewhat jacked dude complete with a collegiate golf-shirt and neon shades; even though we were in line for really only five or so minutes, he tried his damndest to rally the afternoon shoppers into some sort of low-rent consumer mutiny, one that included angry buzzwords such as “China,” “communist,” and “fucking bread lines.”
When I noticed him later in the store, he was purchasing Reese’s Pieces cereal and specially marked Trolls: World Tour Oreos, both symbols of our new American freedom.
After viewing that recent spate of anger, one that has inspired states to return to a pre-virus continuity—cemented here in Oklahoma by Governor Stitt’s proclamation yesterday that this thing is basically over—I’ve come to give up and give in that we live in a state that pisses tainted blood on medicine, science and health in general; we would rather have cheap oil and cheaper haircuts, apparently.