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March 15, 2020
by Chris Sorrenti
In time, it will come to be know as the toilet paper virus. And as with any crisis, bringing out the best and the worst in people. Hoarding of household supplies, in case one or more have to self-isolate, like our own Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau. and his wife Sophie, she who tested positive after a trip to England.
Most notably, all the things that mattered only two weeks ago, have been brushed aside; the Ontario teachers strike, native rights, rail and road blockades, cancelled energy projects, all answering a more urgent calling.
Life as we know it...or better knew it, cancelled...shut down, silenced in an eerie calm. Once bustling plazas, city centers transformed into ghost towns.
Maybe not quite as bad yet, but just as surreal (in its own way) as anything Hollywood ever produced.
And the scary part is that any one of us could catch it...any number of us will not survive.
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03/15/2020 Posted on 03/15/2020
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/20 at 08:09 PM Who knew there could be so many jokes about toilet paper? My kids are now working from home. My mom finally stopped going to church. What's next?! I will probably plant some extra this year. |
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