Merry Sixthmas

It is now Sixthmas eve- the day before the holiest of Democrat holidays. This is the biggest holiday of the year for the left. I was going to write a poem based upon “A Visit from St. Nick, but then I remember that Ashli Babbit was murdered in cold blood and decided against it. Even so, my sense of humor is still messed up, so I leave you with this from the Babylon Bee:

Too Soon?

I have spent the vast majority of my adult life dealing with death. As a result, my sense of humor is darker and more inappropriate than most people’s. If you can’t learn to handle death in an irreverent manner, you won’t last long in emergency medicine. With that being said:

If you are a sports fan, you well know that you never say things like “He only has one batter to strike out to get the no hitter,” or “We are just two minutes from a shutout,” because to challenge the gods is to tempt them. With that being said, here is the cover of People magazine’s next issue:

I found this to be extremely humorous