I go to church Sunday, leaving my better half to nurse a bum knee. On the way, I hear again on the radio that the flu is approaching epidemic numbers and that the flu vaccine is in short supply according to “federal health officials.”
I get to church early but our Sunday afternnon Mass is attended by a mostly last minute crowd. Finally, with a just a couple of minutes to go, the chapel is packed and dozens are standing. There’s one empty seat I can see and it just happens to be . . . by me. So a young North Texas coed comes over and sits down. No problem, except she has the sniffles. Uh, oh.
Anyways, they start the announcements and number one is, due to the flu outbreak, for communion we are told we will not be sharing the blood of Christ. This Sunday we will perform only half the sacred handshake. This news is greeted by my seat-mate with loud sneezes and a nasty cough. Uh, oh.
I skipped out of Mass a little early and stopped by the men’s room to wash the skin off my face and hands. It was a two for one. . . trying to wash away the germs and my un-Christian thoughts. I remember the five days of misery my daughter just went through with her flu-bug. More soap and more hot water. Suddenly, I could swear I am getting a funny tickle in my throat. Uh, oh.
A couple hours later, after a dose of Vitamin C, I concluded I was imagining my symptoms. Something clicks and I recall we had a bad flu season in 2009 and one before that in 2004, both accompanied by shortages of flu vaccines. Then it comes to me that in the the 2004 vaccine shortage, the media and the Democrats beat then President George Bush to death, blaming him for the shortage. His Democrat opponent in 2004, John Kerry, even ran a campaign commercial about the incompetence of Bush causing the shortage.
President FLUBAR. President Obama. Two vaccine shortages on his watch, an extra $5 trillion in debt and Obama sends up a trial balloon about WTH, a trillion dollar platinum coin. Joke, tragedy, joke.