A perversion of Law where the sun refused to shine in Normal entries

Kvetch will be used in the place of bitch in this entry. We’ve become desensitized to the word and through overuse have perverted the meaning. I heard a phrase in some show I was watching, someone was to be charged with perversion of the Law. Immediately my mind went to back alleys suddenly lit up by vice cops and powdered whig boy sodomizing legislation. That’s not the sort of public spectacle that would be good for anyone.

Okay, enough preamble.

I don’t need permission to kvetch. I don’t need a license to kvetch either (though I’ve been told I need to register my mouth as a lethal weapon, I assumed she was talking about … something else). Although it wouldn’t appear so, I often exercise self restraint when it comes to kvetching. You’d think, given proximity, that I’m about to launch into a political rant. No. Locally about 90 percent of what I wanted the vote to achieve was achieved and the other ten percent was obviously going to happen anyhow and is a bit like giving matches to a kitten; though the kitten has no moral compass neither does it have the means to damage beyond the range of those little needle-like claws.

Nope. I’m kvetching about Doctors today, and it’s only a half kvetch. I don’t have the energy for a full kvetch. Why not? Because they gave me the damn-fuck-tarded ass-be-wiped shit-for-tacos live flu vaccine. I’ve made the complete trip around the sun fifty four times now on this misshapen orb of you all’s, and have rarely gotten a cold and, except for last year, have gotten a flu shot. Last year I got the kid/little old lady shot. I don’t know the exact difference, except that between 14 and 65 you get the live virus and it’s a synthetic of some kind if you’re older and/or younger.

My pretty dang healthy immune system has been fighting the cock-sucking-cocker-spaniel-buggering kvetch-baiting tit-wrung fiery-asshole of a motherfucking flu that I would nevewr have gotten if they hadn’t shot the motherless-jerrked-off flu virus into my pristine little temple of haredawg goodness. Fever sleep and sweats for almost two days now. May their tacos taste like farts and their hot-sauce like fucks.

Wow. I stopped to answer the phone, lost my train of thought, flushed, chilled, flushed again. They gave me the fucking flu. There were sound reasons I didn’t get those things my first fifty two trips around the yellow star you call the sun. Fuck me, fuck me running. I’m spent.