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Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 111

Don’t get shot, said local news radio talk show host JayJay Bone.

The small ant in a big piss pond came out punching on line one. Ready for anything, determined to control not only his life but his listeners’ lives as well, he kicked off today’s show with a sneak attack. None of his already limited callers came to the show prepared.

Don’t get shot, he repeated.

Callers on hold immediately got confused.

Before I share my miraculously cured homosexuality, JayJay Bone said, I want to unveil the new motto for the show. DON’T GET SHOT. Line two you’re on the air.

You lost me, man, Darryl said.

JayJay Bone explained.

Don’t get shot means refuse the COVID vaccination when government dispenses the shots. Deep State feds just want to infect us with the bugs to help Big Pharma’s profit margin. Those same Chinese sweat shops where they’re sewing Trump’s MAGA caps and extra-long red neckties are cooking the vaccine in woks with fried rice and roaches.

I’m not paying no VaxTax, neither, Darryl said.

Vax-Tax?

Yeah, government will make we the people pay for the vaccine then put the cash in their pockets, Darryl said.

You’re that Negro boy who called the show before, JayJay Bone said.

Darryl Double X.

Like Malcolm X?

Only twice as bad.

Thrilled he hooked what sounded like another convert on the line, JayJay Bone quizzed deeper.

So you’re with me, brother? We’re not taking the shot?

America experimented on too many African Americans in the past, Darryl said.

Like the Jackson Five, JayJay Bone said.

Darryl sounded deadly serious.

So you’re with me in refusing to pay the VaxTax?

JayJay Bone couldn’t contain himself.

Vax lives matter, he said.

Now, said Darryl XX, what’s with this cure for homosexuality?

Every time I get the urge to be a homosexual I just hold my breath until the itch goes away, JayJay Bone said.

Don’t scratch it, right?

I fainted six times at the virtual disco party I DJ’d last Saturday night on Zoom, JayJay Bone said. Everybody though I was inventing a new chill TikTok dance step when I was losing consciousness and on the verge of passing.

Coming down with disco fever is some serious white privilege, Darryl XX said.

C’mon, man, we’re on the same side, JayJay Bone said.

No, we’re not, Darryl said.

I hope we meet someday, JayJay Bone said.

Trust me, we will, Darryl Double X said.

When?

How about tomorrow at the station flag-burning that anarchist nut kid Sterling is organizing?

I’ll be here with liberty bells on, defending my nation, JayJay Bone said.

Don’t forget to say your prayers, said Darryl Double X.

JayJay Bone got confused.

What’s that mean?

It means don’t get shot, Darryl said.

You mean a vaccine?

I mean a bullet.

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