Riding my bike is a great time to let the mind wander where it will go, and today it drifted back to simpler times, when the most important issues of the day were exemplified by hoards a silly women in pink pussy hats and full body vagina costumes storming the capitol in protest of a patriarchy that dares to question inherent sanctity of committing infanticide in utero.
Those were the days, were they not? The great debate was how many genders there really are. A recent search on COVID by gender returned several sites that break it down. Oddly enough it only had two genders, male and female. [Gender was the heading on the sites, not my nomenclature.] Apparently, to the COVID, Roberta with a penis is indistinguishable from Robert. Who would have guessed?
And poor Joe Biden. This social distancing will most certainly circumscribe recreational groping. The sacrifices we make for safety.
I saw a woman jogging down a virtually deserted bike path wearing a face mask. I can certainly understand that. After all the "confirmed" cases in Warren County OH now stand at 45. One never knows where number 46 will strike. We can't be to careful.
There were a couple of high school kids in the park who were definitely violating the social distancing fatwa. Reckless. Hormones most likely.
Lunch is over. Back to work.
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