The only aspect of what is aptly quantified as “trending culture” which is not captured by the passive aggressive tropical thermals dictating a lazy late Ecuadorian dewpoint afternoon on the shores of Manta, where one has to embrace the proximal reality of reaching their destination without any expectation for timeliness, is the infuriating propensity to prematurely evaluate Biden’s response to Covid-19. The tickets are punched a Galapagos interlude, but it is not of matter of if, but when? As if on cue, the repetitious farm animals of certain leftists wailing platitudes lauding the administration’s success for reopening society. The chorus of mind numbing and combative brainwashing proliferating from an agricultural estate within the British hinterlands, should have been a high volume guaranteed bet offered throughout the reputable Vegas sportsbooks, along with the various sketchy alleyways encapsulating the quite popular unregulated off-Strip action.
Even though Trump facilitated operation Warp Speed in May 2020, thus sending a resounding message of urgency to the pharmaceutical and research community that maximum resources and efforts would be allocated to produce an effective vaccine by January 2021, the current heap of deplorable and fetid rhetoric revises recent history to read that Biden organized a heroic campaign which instantaneously coincided with officially being sworn into office. At that exact moment measured on the quantum scale the virus was stopped in its tracks, and set the nationalism dominos in motion for a memorable Summer. The forthcoming unmasked and memorable 4th of July celebration will cure all the ills of the world, scratch that, a Junteenth prayer circle will be the second coming of Hands Across America, along with the guilt trip fireworks prohibited silent evening seance of introspection led by obscure radicalized cultural anthropologists encouraging intercultural effectiveness of diversity and health for the ages.
Enticed by the ridiculous travel deals offered by the domestic carriers, sensible Americans suffering from an abundance of cabin fever and not twiddling their thumbs in anticipation of Biden’s pending sanctimonious early Summer performance scratching behind the collective ears of the self-serving lobby, have taken to the friendly skies and proclaimed their freedom and distain from the idealistic zombies inflicted by meticulously subversive groupthink. While the airlines have done their part to almost guarantee a safe and sterile environment, the lingering effects of September 11th are still quite obvious among the TSA, a boorish acronym of unadulterated bureaucracy and a pristine example of why government can never exist as a functioning an autonomous organism.
While one cannot spell TSA without TS, as is the underlying attitude of security workers towards passengers in still meticulously and intrusively rummaging through purses, backpacks and device cases, searching for the elusive terrorist plot a decade past its tolerable shelf life, the airport experience is tedious at best. Add the ingredient of Covid-19 safety protocol to the cumbersome mixture, and the constant donning of a mask even on a short flight, equates to nearly three hours of a facial confining experience with a limited respite when consuming snacks and non-alcoholic beverages in the coach cabin. The largely token gesture flying being synonymous with a facial covering will probably linger as a prerequisite to board for the next 24 months and appease the policy degenerates who have secretly cheered for the lockdown and restrictions as a victory for the warped modern concept of democracy with social applied to an idea that once implied freedom for the individual and in numbers.
On the bright side, the smartly named airplane bottles are allowed through the security zone, and one is free to consume as much booze as the body can tolerate from the miniature containers in the terminal before boarding a flight.
The 1980’s marketing dogma is one again on the Ferris wheel cycle of relevancy, as the qualifier “no frills” has paradoxically returned to high altitude jetways, and Al Sharpton is not impressed.
Other than meal services and adult drinks being terminated from the inflight program on the majority of domestic flights, the mood and vibe resonating throughout the cabin was similar to pre-coronavirus ebb and flow of a travelers lifestyle, except of course, if one sneezes. In the instant aftermath of a fateful cough, all bets are off at 35,000 feet, as the entire tribe of passengers and flight crew devolves to a horrific chaotic maelstrom of a past geological era, where savage is trending viral, and the diminutive sample size of civilization abruptly fails. Thanks to the presence of controlled substances and prescription designer drugs combined with four decades of active brainwashing towards pacifism and understanding, the violent outbreaks are confined to dirty looks, and a few smarmy comments laced with political inclinations. The cosmic flip of the coin and divine comedy of fate can always land on its side and bring forth the entitlement of lunacy as an unwanted seat neighbor, illustrated by this high drama and high altitude classic.
Watch as an extremist passenger unintentionally endorses the need for borders in all aspects of life: