Moore on Maumelle: My Take 

Lord, help me be totally oblivious. 

I don’t want to know about the increase in virus deaths and sickness.

I don’t want to hear about how full the hospitals might be. 

I don’t want to know about a few idiotic legislators who promote their version of freedom over common sense safety.

I don’t want to know that even national Republican leaders have now advocated the vaccine. I got my rights and the gummit can’t tell me what to do. 

I don’t want to worry about thousands of kids returning to school in just a few weeks and that our regressive state has a LAW that doesn’t allow local school districts to mandate masks.  They know better. 

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I don’t want to hear about the upcoming cancellations of sporting contests, concerts, church services, classes at our schools and meetings. I don’t want to know that restaurants will again be shutting down to protect customers and their employees. I prefer to stay at home and not mix with others. 

I don’t want to trust science and get a vaccine that could stop the spread of a vicious disease. 

As a matter of fact, I want to be Captain Oblivious and command my own army of other Oblivions. Seems the majority of Arkansans agree with me. Club meetings will be held in intensive care units all across the state — with complimentary ventilators while supplies last. 

P.S. I also refuse to believe that the Jan. 6 attack on the United States Capitol was anything more than casual tourists taking a look around. 

The Costco Concept 

I’ve never liked the concept of pay-to-play. I’ve never joined any club that gives you a discount if you pay a fee. It dates back to the days when you would visit Barnes & Noble and they would ask you to pay a fee in order to join their club and get a discount. Why don’t you just give me a discount because I shop here regularly. It just felt wrong, and it still does. 

Now, the new kid in town wants us to pay to play to shop at Costco. I’m proud for them to get people to not only pay $60 a year for the privilege of buying something and standing  in line to do it. It’s the same concept as Sam’s Club, which encouraged us to buy in bulk. I suppose you’ll eventually need 50 rolls of toilet tissue and a 10-pound bag of frozen chicken nuggets. 

I wish them well, but I’m not biting. 

Rich Boys Space Program 

Over the past few weeks, we’ve had two billionaire boys’ rockets leave Earth for a 10-minute or so ride in space.  The most egocentric was the launch of the phallic-like rocket hauling the world’s richest man, Jeff Bezos. 

While they both claimed they were helping advance the possibility of consumer driven flights, they were really the most expensive PR stunts in history. But they were adorable in their little flight suits and cowboy hats. 

To even equate their achievement with real astronauts is ludicrous. The real astronauts were some of the best and brightest. True space cowboys. 

Bezos, Richard Branson and their crews were merely passengers who took a rich man’s carnival ride. 

Is a Health Pass Next? 

The French may have something. As they deal with a surge of the virus, their people might need proof of vaccination, a negative test or recent recovery from Covid to enter most museums and cinemas. Their lawmakers will debate whether to extend its use in August for entry to cafes, restaurants and shopping malls.

President Emmanuel Macron announced the plans for a health pass earlier this month, as well as compulsory vaccination for all health workers by September. Surveys suggest there is widespread vaccine hesitancy in France. Sound familiar? 

I would gladly flash my vaccination card to be granted admittance to public venues. 

Foodie News 

Made a couple of visits to the recently opened Pizza House. One of my grandbuddies and I dined in and had a pizza and a Stromboli Calzone. Both were very good. 

They don’t wait on you; it’s all counter service and you can order by the slice or order a whole pizza.  And their drinks are either cans or bottles. I prefer a drink on ice when I dine in a restaurant.  You can get a pizza up to 16 inches and the calzones are quite large and could easily be shared. Also, I found it difficult to eat a calzone with plastic tableware. 

My only real complaint was the salads. They are overpriced and underwhelming. We had the large Caesar for $8.50 for a serving of Romaine, a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese and a few less-than-crunchy croutons. The dressing is a small, prepackaged pouch. I asked for a second pouch, and they said it’s normally an extra charge. He gave it to me anyway after I gave him a “you’ve got to be kidding” look. 

I will certainly go back but I won’t order a salad until they retool and reprice. 

“We have met the enemy, and they are us.” -- Pogo, April 22, 1970

See you on the Boulevard. 

Neal Moore is a public relations consultant and resident of Maumelle. Send your Maumelle news or comments to Thanks, PJ