OK, I have a really strange anecdote to share. Yesterday while gardening I had my ham radio by my side, listening in on chats among ham operators in my city. I overheard to a long conversation initiated by an older gentleman who had recently seen the latest posting from Health Canada to roll up one’s sleeves and subject oneself to the latest booster of the Cooties mRNA goo (i.e., ‘the fox’). Being a slavishly glamoured muggle, the fellow went to his local pharmacy to get boosted and requested the latest fox from the pharmacist. To the fellow’s surprise, the pharmacist hummed and haaa’d and mumbled about the blasted paperwork and he doesn’t know where it is and it is such a nuisance, etc. The gentleman said that in the end he walked out of the pharmacy not getting his cherished booster!

Now, maybe this was just a one-off with a lazy cranky pharmacist, but I do see this as a noteworthy incident. For one, it would appear that precious few people are showing up at the pharmacy asking for the Holy Booster; but it also seems that at least the odd pharmacist (at least in Canada) is no longer convinced that he/she is Saving Humanity by jabbing this junk into peoples’ arms. I am sure that the commandments from the Mount Olympus of the pharmaceutical world and/or incentives for pharmacist to go jab-crazy are still at play. Maybe this is a one-off, but I encourage others to keep their feelers out for similar stories. It certainly has my interest piqued!

Ron M