Over on the Book of Face, I posted this cartoon with some commentary:
To my amusement, various folk replied. One wrote: “Yeah, I believe in Intelligent Falling. No other way cats’ feet and the buttered side of toast would always hit the ground first”, which reminded me of this:
Then, my friend Jerry Cangelosi, an epidemiologist at the University of Washington got into this exchange with me, which cracked me up:
I read on line that a lot of people get injured while using parachutes. So I’m playing it safe and not using one.
You can’t be too careful!
It’s a personal choice. I prefer natural descents.
I hear you. And others are free to get out of the way or not as they choose. It’s their responsibility to look up, not yours to make sure they do. If they are crushed or splashed on, they should have taken better care of themselves. What is this, Stalin’s Russia that you have to babysit freeloaders?
I’ve gone 5,000 feet without a parachute and haven’t hit anything yet. I think I’m immune. I’m taking hydroxychloroquine.
Take enough and you are dead before impact. Once again the College Boys are shown up by the Wisdom of Ordinary MAGA Common Sense.
We have fun.
Speaking of Pandemic gallows humor, file this latest shibboleth from the MAGA Cult under “Weird hill to die on, but at least you’re dead”
Simcha’s dry wit kills me.