Life Imitating Art

The other night I streamed a South Park episode on my ROKU from Comedy Central using my DISH Network login credentials. It was Season 24 Episode 3 called "Vaccination Special." While there were a couple of side stories about pranking the female teacher to look like she soiled herself having her period, and nutty Q-Anon group, and the return of the openly gay teacher Mr. Garrison, the main story made fun of the whole frenzy over getting vaccines. In this episode, only the elderly were supposed to be eligible. The vaccine site is a Walgreens that is set up like a rave nightclub with security at the door only letting in the old people that are on the "guest list." Everyone else waits in a line off to the side. Once the old folks got their shot they act high and mighty, and in one scene they roll up to Billy in a Cadillac convertible and make fun of him because he still has to wear a mask. The old guys laugh and say they're going to a bar to get some pussy. Then Cartman and the boys dress up and pretend to be healthcare workers calling themselves "Kommunity Kidz" taking old people in for their jab because they can't do it on their own. It is of course a scam to get the South Park gang into the clinic. Hilarious. There's much more funny stuff in the episode, so stream it if you can, because the YouTube versions kinda suck.

Anyway, last night we got together with another couple for dinner we frequently see in total violation of the isolation diktats (about separate households) as we have all year long. The wife works at Hartford Healthcare and since she isn't medically trained, acts as an observer at the vaccine clinic in Hartford. Her job is to watch people for 15 minutes after they get jabbed to make sure they don't keel over. She told us stories of the things at the vaccine clinic that actually parallel that South Park episode. People lining up at the end of the day hoping to get any leftovers that were prepared but not used. Young ineligible people being snuck in ahead of others to get their jab. She told us of four college age males (wearing their obligatory UConn logo face diapers) hanging around the clinic area. One was the son of a nurse giving the jab, and the other three must have been his buddies. My friend turned around and they were gone, and she did not know where they went. A little while later she saw the four of them leaving the clinic. Obviously mommy hooked them up with a jab ahead of all the others waiting in line for leftovers. 

An another item not related to the South Park cartoon, comes from the husband we saw last night. He is retired and has been volunteering a couple of days a week at the food giveaway at Rentschler Field in East Hartford. He told us of people in brand new expensive luxury cars and SUV's going through the line not once, but several times in a row loading up with the free food. So much so that he has personally placed 32 pound food boxes into vehicles that already have 3 or 4 from a few minutes earlier. I won't say what he told me about the ethnicity of those that are doing this, but I think you might be able to figure it out for yourself. Hey, reparations and payback for all that white privilege, you know (although I keep wondering where all my supposed white privilege is). His theory is that the free food is being sold, either on the street or in small markets or bodegas. He brought a leftover box home once, and they said one box was almost more food than they could use. We discussed what kind of shitty mindset or personality must you have to do this kind of thing. He said those people taking multiple boxes never speak or even acknowledge the volunteers, whereas the people taking food because they need it are thankful and engaging with the volunteers.