Dolly Parton has had her covid jab. She received it at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville yesterday. She was thrilled to bits and spontaneously burst into song, as only Dolly can.
“Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, I’m begging of you, please don’t hesitate. Vaccine, vaccine vaccine vaccine, cos once you’re dead, then that’s a bit too late!”
It’s still better than anything in the Hot 100 today. Dolly previously donated $1 million to vaccine research which helped fund the Moderna vaccine. She’s 75 but is as fit and as healthy as a woman half her age. She doesn’t need the jab, but then again who does?
I love Dolly. I must have two dozen of her LP’s and CD’s. She doesn’t know any better. I don’t know if she’s ever stumbled across RFK, Sherri Tenpenny or Dolores Cahill. I doubt it. She’s doing what she thinks is right. She’s not alone. The propaganda has scared the bejesus out of folks.
But then goddamn it, my heroine called me a yellow-belly. She said; “I just want to say to all of you cowards out there, don’t be such a chicken squat. Get out there and get your shot.”
A chicken squat?!? Do you mean me Dolly? What in tarnation? It looks like Dolly is all-in. I suppose I can forget about my bucket-list pilgrimage to Dollywood. Dolly is bound to be standing at the gate checking the old vaccine passports.
It’s not been a great week so far has it? The SAGE goons want us all to wear two masks. I haven’t worn one yet. They want joggers to wear masks and possibly kill themselves. The Irish want primary school children to wear them. And now Dolly has just ruined Jolene for me forever. Life sucks.