I’m Next!

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Saw a photo of Marco Rubio getting a shot to battle the virus that he called a hoax.

Joni Ernst? She said that the deaths were inflated by doctors looking to get paid.

She certainly jumped into the chair quick enough.

Lyndsey Graham?

He’s been defiant since day one. He was damn nasty in saying that it’s not quite as deadly as everyone thinks it is.

But his pasty white arms were exposed as he gladly accepted the shot.

And they’re all getting it.

AOC, Pelosi, even saw Joey Bides in the chair.

And I get the succession thing to make sure that the country continues to hum along like the well-oiled machine that it’s always been (that’s a joke).

But man, shouldn’t the doctors and nurses go first?

Followed by the elderly and those who actually save lives (like 56-year-old safety guys)?

You called it a hoax?

Back of the line.

You uttered something about it being the flu?

You go last.

You doubt the number of people died (therefore disrespecting the dead)?

You’re not getting yours anytime soon.

How about the anti-maxers?

They don’t need one, right?

And finally, we must talk about those who don’t want the shot because they think it’s Bill Gates working to track them...

...as they lead their mysterious lives walking back from the couch to the fridge...

...well, at least we save those shots.

So, the only thing left to do is call me and all my loved ones.

We’re up next!

Rubio!

FFS - as the kids say.


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