(Mushrat County Republican Headquarters is of course in an abandoned Walmart next to the trailer that houses all the other county offices. Across the street is Courthouse Lube 'N Tune.)
“We have used leeches very successfully…well, somewhat successfully…OK look, not EVERYONE has died afterward…for centuries so we need none of your modern ‘miracle drug’ vaccines, thank you very much.”
I'm not surprised a bunch of Bible believing,born again washed in the blood
Baptists and members of the Assembly of God and the Faith Tabernacle (the new one, near the feed mill, not the one Jimmy Justice ran out of his garage. Children Services closed that one down awhile back when they found out he got ordained so he could marry his youngest daughter and still be right with the Lord) believe any stupid thing their no-neck preacher or county commissioner tells them and get there medical knowledge straight from the 17th century. I swear I'm gonna start a leech business. Franchise it to the bait stores. Kenny's Kwick and Kold - Bait Beer and Medical Supply.
I know this is satire and all, but that map really puts a damper on the joke. "Come ,let us reason together" isn't going to go far with this crowd, which is the point of the joke, I know.
"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."
It’s not just the South, as my Southern spouse reminds me. The local branch of the Brotherhood of the Red Neck made sure to vote down an inclusivity statement in front of a reporter from the New York Times. I guess we’re gonna hafta be happy pickin’ ginseng and makin’ paper for the next century. Ain’t no city slickers moving here any time soon.
"Get thee behind me scientism!" Guffaw and slap your grandma! Say, "anti-scientism"? You sure that's not bein' agin' lettin' a Jew date your widdered ma? Or sumthin like 'at?
The lab-coat is a beautiful touch especially with the 'scientism' talk. I long ago got used to the way that sort of person simultaneously despises 'the experts' but will grasp greedily at any sign of the approval of such or their imitators.
(Unfortunately, one such was when I was reading the often estimable Robert Anton Wilson, who within a few pages had dismissed the scepticism about quantum woo of a few extremely well-respected physicists but then kvelled over Jack Sarfatti's academic credentials.)
(Mushrat County Republican Headquarters is of course in an abandoned Walmart next to the trailer that houses all the other county offices. Across the street is Courthouse Lube 'N Tune.)
Yet another Roy write-up falling afoul of Poe's Law.
“Scientism-ist” is perfect.
“We have used leeches very successfully…well, somewhat successfully…OK look, not EVERYONE has died afterward…for centuries so we need none of your modern ‘miracle drug’ vaccines, thank you very much.”
(I may have it backwards but there was a saying about 18th century doctors: French doctors killed you whereas British doctors waited for you to die.)
I'm not surprised a bunch of Bible believing,born again washed in the blood
Baptists and members of the Assembly of God and the Faith Tabernacle (the new one, near the feed mill, not the one Jimmy Justice ran out of his garage. Children Services closed that one down awhile back when they found out he got ordained so he could marry his youngest daughter and still be right with the Lord) believe any stupid thing their no-neck preacher or county commissioner tells them and get there medical knowledge straight from the 17th century. I swear I'm gonna start a leech business. Franchise it to the bait stores. Kenny's Kwick and Kold - Bait Beer and Medical Supply.
Nightcrawlers, Crawdads Leeches.
Cheers, gunfire, shower of shattered ceiling tiles.]
That's a whole mood. I guess if we have to live with this crap, we can at least appreciate that it's sharpening Roy to a razor edge of wit.
Almost real, but Henny should only say "lie-berals." ;-)
Henny's white lab coat is the (chef's kiss).
"party store tiara" is pretty good too.
Let' em all die and God can sort em out.
I think god's got 'em sorted already – just waitin' for the joke ta sink in...
I know this is satire and all, but that map really puts a damper on the joke. "Come ,let us reason together" isn't going to go far with this crowd, which is the point of the joke, I know.
"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."
https://www.poemuseum.org/the-masque-of-the-red-death
Update this to "The Masque of the Delta Variant"
It’s not just the South, as my Southern spouse reminds me. The local branch of the Brotherhood of the Red Neck made sure to vote down an inclusivity statement in front of a reporter from the New York Times. I guess we’re gonna hafta be happy pickin’ ginseng and makin’ paper for the next century. Ain’t no city slickers moving here any time soon.
"You ain’t teaching that Emmett Till nonsense to 𝘮𝘺 kids! My pappy knew the real truth of that story."
I almost hate to ask.
"Tellin’ people my cousin Ezraham had Wuhan flu!"
And when Ezraham get sick or dies, what will Henny's excuse be?
>> [Cheers, gunfire, shower of shattered ceiling tiles.]<<
That was the choke take for me in this one. Gonna get me aspirating a foreign body one of these days.
"Get thee behind me scientism!" Guffaw and slap your grandma! Say, "anti-scientism"? You sure that's not bein' agin' lettin' a Jew date your widdered ma? Or sumthin like 'at?
The lab-coat is a beautiful touch especially with the 'scientism' talk. I long ago got used to the way that sort of person simultaneously despises 'the experts' but will grasp greedily at any sign of the approval of such or their imitators.
(Unfortunately, one such was when I was reading the often estimable Robert Anton Wilson, who within a few pages had dismissed the scepticism about quantum woo of a few extremely well-respected physicists but then kvelled over Jack Sarfatti's academic credentials.)
Uh, why didn't she collapse into a coughing fit?