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What me worry?

There was a funny comic cover that I remember from many years ago.

That comic mag was MAD.

Some foreign returned cousin or such had got a few copies and I happened on one.

It showed a dunce (called Alfred E. Neuman) with a finger up his nose and the lady liberty staring down or a flag draping this dunce.. cannot remember much of the artistic detail.

But the caption read - What me worry?  It spoke to the breakdown of American culture back in the late eighties inside the cover if I recollect.  The mag was written by a bunch of hilarious Jews and died a recent death after almost seven decades.  Fast forward to present time and now we got ourselves a pickle.  Not simply by the fact that MAD is dead.

But a pandemic to be exact.  And the whole cause of this is Who?

No I mean the answer is WHO.  As in the World Health Organization.  Not a rock band.  Not exactly.

Now memory does not serve here as I forgot about the genesis of this world body but it must have come about due to some massive plague of sorts.  Actually somewhere in its origins was a body called the International Sanitary organization.

With the goings on in America and its chief exec who is self prescribing and ingesting malaria pills (I knew Washington DC was a swamp but this?) seems to be bashing this WHO for failure to act on its charter to prevent or tackle said pandemic.

I think a World Sanity Organization under the United Nations is in order.

What do you think?
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