I certainly don’t want to make fun of the swineflu.  I imagine it’s a scary thing to have it or for your kids to have it.  What I am tempted to make fun of, though, is all the hype.

I was half amused and half angry yesterday when a caller on a morning radio show, who described himself as a “medical professional”,  proceeded to tell us the super duper how to keep yourself safe precautions to take:  wash your hands for at least 20 seconds, use a teaspoon of antibacterial gel several times throughout the day, and minimize your contact with sick people.

Ummm, hold on!  Let me get a pen so I can write that down.

Then, said “medical professional quoted his “reports” that this swineflu epidemic will end up affecting 90% of the population.  90%.  Seriously?

If 90% of the population are not washing their hands after they french-kiss as many sick folks as possible, we have some much deeper issues to deal with.

Of course, that’s only one side of it.  I have two little ones, one of whom hasn’t been vaccinated against the flu.  I don’t really want to treat the whole thing so casually.  To be honest, there’s a small part of me that wants to board my whole family inside the house until the whole thing passes.  But isn’t that how the whole thing starts anyway… a bunch of pigs wallerin’ in their dirty little spaces?

I digress…

The point of this whole swineflu post was really just a lame excuse to present you with the single best invention I’ve ever seen in my entire life.   Seriously.  The best.  Ever.

Ladies & Gentlemen….

THE BACONE

Anyone game for heading to the next Baconcamp.?   Or perhaps there’s a serious need for Baconcamp-Birmingham.

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