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Love and the Vaccine for Covid-19

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Vocal critic of all things political for more than thirty years. Licensed user of hyperbole.

I made a terrible mistake a few years ago. I married a woman I cared about.

If I had instead married a person I was merely interested in or just someone who was kind to small animals, I would not be going through this right now. If, say, I had chosen someone who was willing to put up with me and nothing more, I would not have to deal with this thing.

But here we are instead.


Ouch!

Ouch!

The thing I am talking about: the vaccine for Covid-19. You see, "they" have been telling "us" that we need this vaccine; That people are going to die if we don't get it. And without going into too many private details: statistically, my wife is one of those people who would die if she were to catch the virus. No hyperbole here. She has several pre-existing conditions (or comorbidities) and is immune compromised due of one of the medications she takes to treat one of the pre-existing conditions.

However, she is too young, according to the age cut off to be in a critical group. And she's also not a front line worker or someone who managed to elbow their way into that status.


I hear about other people getting the vaccine. The other day I read about how the District Attorney for San Francisco, Chesa Boudin, was sharing on social media that he is so happy that his father got his first shot of the vaccine. His father, who is in prison for murder.

Now, since you might ask, how is it that the D.A. of San Francisco might be related directly to a person serving time for murder? Or you might think this is like one of those stories where an innocent man is in prison and one of his children goes to law school to save him?

It's not like that at all. Mr. Boudin's parents (who were in the weather underground), and a couple of members of the black liberation army, murdered two Nyack, New York police officers (Waverly Brown & Edward O'Grady) and a security guard (Peter Paige) during an armored car robbery in 1981. Prior to the heist, his father had managed to get himself arrested six times for various protest related offences. Mr. Boudin's parents were caught fleeing the robbery with the stolen funds. A robbery that was to fund the black liberation army. Murdered Officer Waverly Brown was the first black police officer on the Nyack police force. (Do black lives matter to the black liberation army?)


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Mr. Boudin was then raised by two of his parent's co-conspirators turned college professors. One of whom, now freely admits that he delivered bombs to a number of government buildings during the same era as that of the robbery.

Having survived his childhood with terrorists, Mr. Boudin went on to get a law degree from Yale. This somehow propelled him into a job with the government of Venezuela as an interpreter for Hugo Chavez. (Yes, that Hugo Chavez.) He then went on to work as a public defender in San Francisco until he managed to get 36% of the vote in a four-way race for District Attorney. (He was endorsed by Bernie Sanders.) It seems like Mr. Boudin is doing okay.


Ouch!

Ouch!

So, you'll have to excuse me when I wonder out loud why the mother of my child, who has never killed anyone and is in danger of not surviving this pandemic, is lower on the vaccine list than someone who is incarcerated for the willful murder of three other parents?

I know I'm being silly. There is a solution to this, but my wife is no help. She won't commit the necessary murders to get herself into the position to get the vaccine. I told her, she just needs to confess to somebody else's murders if she won't do it herself. She's no fun.

And about Mr. Boudin's meteoric rise to power. Their was a time when being the child of famous criminal monsters would reduce your chances of being the District Attorney of a major American city. And while we shouldn't tar the son for the crimes of the father (and mother and foster parents), he also voluntarily worked for the administration of the modern day equivalent of Pol Pot.

Maybe I should get myself convicted of a major felony. You know, for the benefit of my children's future careers.

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