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Each for himself

While the world population anxiously waits for things  to get back to normal, the leaders are fighting over who gets the most vaccine.  While they are arguing over who paid what, who ordered what and who should get priority, none of us are actually receiving the vaccine.  The situation in France is dire with no appointments available, while in the UK they are pumping vaccines into millions of arms but delaying the second shot by 12 weeks, which is against scientific and medical advice.  In the US they can't find where the vaccines have gone or how much is available.   Why we call them leaders I shall never know.

After the initial outrage by the Republicans over Trump's attempt to take over the country by force, they have once more become sycophants.  They seem blind to the fact that the keys have been given to the inmates  of the asylum and that following their cult figure will only lead to disaster for them, the country and their reputation in the world.  Here we are with a golden opportunity to get rid of Trump, and instead of ousting him, they are defending him and welcoming, not only him, but all the crazy people who surround him and follow him back into the fold and to power.  Whatever Biden does the world will never trust their political system again.

My son took my grandson out to  play in the snow and he got run over by a couple on a sled resulting in a broken wrist.  Another son asked him whether he had any advice for taking my granddaughter out sledding and a third son suggested he learn how to fall like a stuntman.  This is the extent of our conversations during the pandemic.  Happy days  

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