Now, I Finally Know Why I Have 2 Arms!
I have been using them wrong for 65 years!
WH Covid Coordinator: "You can get both your flu shot and Covid shot at the same time ... I really believe this is why God gave us two arms. One for the flu shot and the other one for the Covid shot."
White House “Covid” Advisor Ashish Jha (Translates to “A$$hole Wanker), finally answers my lifelong question: Why did God give me two arms?
At first, I thought my arms were for hugging my mom and dad, then I used one of them for learning how to write and the other one for holding the book that I was learning how to read. My two-arms came in handy (pun intended) when I learned how to ride a two-wheeler, as my father helped me with his two God-given arms.
As I grew older, I thought my arms were for holding and petting my animals, or fighting with my sister. By the time I was ten, I thought my arms were to be used to play first base in softball: One arm to catch and field; one arm to throw; and both arms to hit the ball!
When I first became a mother, I knew God gave me two arms to cuddle my babies and hold them to my breasts to nourish them—then I used them to drive them all over Southern California for school, sports, Scouts, and other activities.
In 2004, I discovered that my arms could also be used to hug myself in my grief over burying my first-born, Casey, who was killed in another imperial war for profit.
Four years later, I re-discovered my arms as useful appendages to cradle my first grandson.
My arms have been so useful to me over the years and I am grateful that I have two working arms, even if they have some weird, grandma-like flab on my triceps. My grandchildren don’t care, they are still good for hugging and cooking them yummy and nutritious meals, or baking cookies, or having a game of catch, or putting together puzzles, or, even typing this essay!
One thing my arms have NEVER been used for, and NEVER will be used for is getting a useless flu shot, or being used as a pin cushion for experimental drugs that have BEEN TESTED ON 8 MICE—-now I am wondering why God gave mice four arms, or legs, or whatever.
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Guess I got two middle fingers to tell these tyrants where to shove their vaccines.
Eight dead mice, eight dead mice
See how they died, see how they died
They all showed damage to organ cells
Cancerous lesions and warning bells.
Did you ever see such a sight in your life as eight dead mice?