All For Nothing

Via Insty, I see that the whole mask-erade of covering our lower faces in cloth/paper condoms was an exercise in futility:

New findings reported Tuesday in a University of Louisville study challenge what has been the prevailing belief that mask mandates are necessary to slow the spread of the Wuhan coronavirus. The study notes that “80% of US states mandated masks during the COVID-19 pandemic” and while “mandates induced greater mask compliance, [they] did not predict lower growth rates when community spread was low (minima) or high (maxima).” Among other things, the study—conducted using data from the CDC covering multiple seasons—reports that “mask mandates and use are not associated with lower SARS-CoV-2 spread among US states.”

So… just another load of feelgood bollocks, giving governments, nanny corporations and similar filth the chance to boss us around and, yes, punish us for not doing what they tell us.

Next:  the TSA.

Little Low

Changed one of my medications on the doctor’s recommendation, and it’s got me feeling a little tired and light-headed — as he warned it might.  But I should be better tomorrow, so normal service will resume then.

In the meantime, here are a couple of random pics, just to keep the thing going:

And one of my favorite — read “stirring” — pics of all:

Hubba hubba.

Getting Physical

Off to see the doctor for my semi-annual physical.  It will follow the usual course, I expect.  First, the verbal examination:

 

…followed by the tests:

And then the advice:

See y’all later.

WOW

I only hope that this is true.

While it sounds like the stuff of science fiction, a cancer treatment in which a patient’s own cells are engineered to hunt down and wipe out their disease — and then linger in the body to stop the cancer returning — is helping to save patients’ lives.
The results of the treatment, known as CAR T-cell therapy, have been astonishing.
Patients who had exhausted all other options and been told they had just months to live have gone into remission. Others have even been cured by the one-off dose.

As someone who has been touched — twice* — by cancer, you have no idea how big this is to me.

Keep it going, guys.


*Imaginary Wife (Connie) died of ovarian cancer, and New Wife is a survivor of endometrial cancer.

Them Vs. Me

Here’s a little graphic comparison (note the right-hand column, i.e.  my situation):

I trust this answers any questions.

Oh, and for Reichsgesundheitsabteilungführer  Fauci, yet again:

 

Can’t Go, Might Go, Won’t Go

Via Insty:

Dallas International Guitar Festival (DIGF) is back at Dallas Market Hall April 30-May 2. The world’s largest and oldest guitar show is excited to emerge from their cocoon after a year-long quarantine caused by the pandemic.

Fantastic.  I wasn’t going to be able to go because I would have been at Boomershoot;  but subsequent events made it possible for me to go this year.

However.

Dallas Market Hall will still have a mask mandate in place during the event. Masks, along with social distancing, will be a requirement.

Fuck you.  I’ve been vaccinated, I’m sick of people telling me to do stupid shit when it’s all unwarranted, and I refuse to wear a face condom anymore, anywhere.  Maybe next year, then.  Or not.

As for this:

“[All this nonsense] will help on-site attendees and exhibitors feel more safe and comfortable attending the Dallas International Guitar Festival this year.”

And fuck their paranoia and need for a security blanket, too.