Our dearest Uncle Screwtape continues to enchant. Verily I say unto thee, the Plexiglas Chronicles will form an entire chapter in the Epoch of the Great Covid Dumpster Fire. And for good reason. I mean, aside from standing to put on your mask but sitting to take it off, what pageant of lunacy was more obviously ready for a Laurel and Hardy sketch?!?!
The Chronicles mirror the depth and duration of preoccupation with symbols, at length.
You’ve hit the polished social sensibility precisely.
At this moment of saturation, I find myself wondering if a little bit of ‘Three Stooges’ might not be a welcome comic relief. Larry, Moe, and Curly could have made the Plexiglass scene a riot !
You've landed on a voice we haven't heard before. It's brilliant! There's no whining or implicit complaining, as is so often seen in parodies by the left. There's even a warmth and quasi-compassion, intermixed with a profound disdain for people. A triumph of artistic control! You've managed to convey profound insights about humanity in a quirky not-overly-intellectualized manner. What an accomplishment! Thank you.
A couple of years ago, I was waiting my turn to check out at a large chain office-supply store. They still had the Plexiglas up at the checkout lanes.
There was a lady standing at the far end of the lane, wearing a pink sequined cloth mask, trying to ask the cashier a question. He couldn't understand her. After she'd repeated her query a couple of times, moving closer and speaking louder each time, she finally pulled down her mask and moved to the same side of the "protective" barrier as the cashier. Once she got her answer, she pulled the mask up and moved a "safe" 6' away to the other side of the Plexiglas.
I still see a handful of employees wearing surgical-style masks in the local chain grocery store, here in early 2025. And to a person, the mask sits well below their nose.
And with that we have learned nothing. As I move through my days I’m standing in line at a local pharmacy as I witness a client coughing repeatedly in the face of the clerk helping them. No attempt at basic of manners excusing themselves, turning their head, possibly covering their faces with hands, or using their arms, how about reaching for a tissue?
Our dearest Uncle Screwtape continues to enchant. Verily I say unto thee, the Plexiglas Chronicles will form an entire chapter in the Epoch of the Great Covid Dumpster Fire. And for good reason. I mean, aside from standing to put on your mask but sitting to take it off, what pageant of lunacy was more obviously ready for a Laurel and Hardy sketch?!?!
More Screwtape Covid Letters, I beseech you!
The Chronicles mirror the depth and duration of preoccupation with symbols, at length.
You’ve hit the polished social sensibility precisely.
At this moment of saturation, I find myself wondering if a little bit of ‘Three Stooges’ might not be a welcome comic relief. Larry, Moe, and Curly could have made the Plexiglass scene a riot !
You've landed on a voice we haven't heard before. It's brilliant! There's no whining or implicit complaining, as is so often seen in parodies by the left. There's even a warmth and quasi-compassion, intermixed with a profound disdain for people. A triumph of artistic control! You've managed to convey profound insights about humanity in a quirky not-overly-intellectualized manner. What an accomplishment! Thank you.
There never will be any accountability nor any admissions. The human mind won’t be able to accept it.
A couple of years ago, I was waiting my turn to check out at a large chain office-supply store. They still had the Plexiglas up at the checkout lanes.
There was a lady standing at the far end of the lane, wearing a pink sequined cloth mask, trying to ask the cashier a question. He couldn't understand her. After she'd repeated her query a couple of times, moving closer and speaking louder each time, she finally pulled down her mask and moved to the same side of the "protective" barrier as the cashier. Once she got her answer, she pulled the mask up and moved a "safe" 6' away to the other side of the Plexiglas.
I still see a handful of employees wearing surgical-style masks in the local chain grocery store, here in early 2025. And to a person, the mask sits well below their nose.
And with that we have learned nothing. As I move through my days I’m standing in line at a local pharmacy as I witness a client coughing repeatedly in the face of the clerk helping them. No attempt at basic of manners excusing themselves, turning their head, possibly covering their faces with hands, or using their arms, how about reaching for a tissue?
That's Gold, Justin! Gold!
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