On a 90-degree day, bored and thirsty, I decided to try my luck by playing the “daily number” and having a beer at my VFW club. Being a good citizen, before exiting my vehicle in the parking lot, I put on a mask, which is required to enter the club.
No stools are permitted at the bar. The barmaid checked my ID card and asked, “What can I get you?”
“I’d like an Iron City, and I want to play the daily number,” I replied as I removed my mask.
She pointed to the other room and said, “Before you buy a ‘daily number’ and get a beer, you must buy food that the government approves as constituting a meal. After you’ve eaten your meal and drunk your beer, you may put on your mask to ensure social distancing, buy your ‘daily number’ and leave the club.”
Unless you’re willing to jump through all these hoops, it is impossible to alleviate your thirst and satisfy your hunger on a hot summer day in America. How quickly we are losing our freedom to what I believe is the greatest hoax in American history. I have statistics to open discussion about this claim.
Cut all this nonsense. I’ll take my chances. Are we so afraid of dying that we’ve forgotten how to live?
Gene A. Weinfurther
Beaver