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Wednesday, August 04, 2021

STURGIS HERE WE COME

by Jan Chronister


“If you are a Covid-19 coronavirus and happen to miss Lollapalooza, don’t fret or make crying, boo-hoo motions with your spikes. There will be other upcoming opportunities such as the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally 2021 which is set to begin next week, August 6 at Sturgis, South Dakota and continue through August 15. The Sturgis Rally website says, ‘We’re spreading out wings.’ With over 500,000 people expected, that may not be the only thing that’s spreading. As I covered for Forbes last September, one study estimated that the 2020 Sturgis Motorcycle Rally caused over 260,000 new Covid-19 coronavirus cases. While you shouldn’t bank on that specific number since the study had a number of limitations that I described, it wouldn’t surprising if the 2020 Sturgis Rally did contribute to the SARS-CoV2 surges seen last Summer.” —Bruce Y. Lee, Forbes, July 31, 2021


Doesn’t matter that we did this
last year, spread the virus
cross-country. Doesn’t matter
that we will gather in bars, 
spew saliva while we shout
face to face, maskless.
Doesn’t matter that
we are unvaccinated.
What matters is that we are free,
our hogs roar down the highway,
jobs and offices forgotten. 

Doesn’t matter that small
businesses just barely caught up,
will have to close again,
students, teachers, parents
left wondering how to cope.
Consumers plan to stock up
on toilet paper, coffee, flour. 
None of this matters.
No libtards can tell us
what to do. Fauci
is evil. Masks
don’t work. The virus
was engineered by globalists
to thin the herd.
We’ll survive—
doesn’t matter who else dies.


Jan Chronister recently resurfaced and is mad that we may all have to don masks and lock down to survive. She is grateful her home is in the country in northern Wisconsin, her freezer is full, and she can always work on poems while isolated.