The Farm Flus

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Whatever happened to the good ole days when a person could pick up a disease that wasn’t deadly and named after some sort of animal?  I remember when you could get case of just the plain ole flu, an ear infection, or a non-flesh eating skin rash. Nowadays, you can’t go outside without fearing you’ll contract these ebola-like maladies: Swine Flu, Bird Flu, Mad Cow Disease, or Baboon Balls.  O.K., so the last one I made up.

Swine flu – which is causing more travellers to stay home than non-free mixed nuts – is all the rage now at the Center for Disease Control, or the CDC if you’re nasty.  And by nasty I ain’t talking no chunky, yet surprisingly sexy Janet Jackson kinda way.  I’m talking if you’ve got the desire to root around in a mixture of mud and your own feces.  I guess you know you’ve got this version of the flu if you start requesting to be slopped when you sit down for a meal.  Apparently, Tammiflu or those shots that you can get don’t have an anti-pork ingredient.  If Swine Flu was just the sickness you felt after going home with someone in a higher weight class, we wouldn’t have nuthin’ to worry about - that can be cured by laying off the Jaeger bombs and not going to IHOP or Waffle House at 2:00 a.m.  Swine Flu seems to have came out of a flupen from nowhere; like it broke free from the oppression of some immunologist farmer with silver overalls sealed to his gloves and booties, because his requesite welder mask didn’t allow him to run fast enough to close the door.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             The Bird Flu was a big problem in Asia a couple of years ago, and everyone was worried it would wonton up in other parts of the world.  Without getting on the Internet and doing research to make any of this actually factual, I just remember seeing a lot of people running around wearing surgical masks - much like they’re doing now to avoid porkin’ out.  It’s like everyone is rehearsing a M*A*S*H episode.  I find it strange that the only thing you need to fight off these deadly animal-related afflictions is a surgical mask.  I wonder if you could beat the bird and pig croop with a ski, welder, or Halloween mask? It would be a lot more fun if you could survive a pandemic all while looking like Frankenstein, Spiderman, or The Hulk.

All these animal based diseases make me think that you could go see Gene at the local animal clinic, and get a shot to fight all this off.  So as to assure the rest of us that you’re vaccinated, you’d get a shiny new tag with your name, address, and the date of your shot.  Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to give you a rectal exam prior to vaccinatin’ ya; because, as a child, I saw him “shoulder” a horse and he ain’t no Dr. Jellyfinger, if you smell what I’m steppin’ in.

Well, in closing, I’d like to remind everyone to raid their children’s closets to get those old Halloween masks.  Let’s ride out this pandemic in true style – pretending we’re someone and somewhere else.

(Chicken Pox don’t really make it into this discussion because it’s a wuss virus. Any disease that renders itself non-effectual after one use doesn’t necessitate marinatin’ on its abilities. I mean, I guess it kind of falls into the category of a wasp or bee when they pull out their innards by stinging you. It’s like Chicken Pox gave it all they got, and then receded into nothingness like the viral cross between poison ivy and zits that they are)

This post was written by Jeremy Smith on April 30, 2009
Posted Under: News

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