re: #57 The Ghost of a Flea

I can’t help but feel that a sizable chunk of America having landed on the idea that the virus can either be defeated through cunning rhetoric and hustle, cured miraculously through a single supplement…or must opposed as though it were a military enemy such that dying while working within the cloud of pandemic is necessary but inevitable…says something about our enculturated thought process.

All I know is that it was 8 months ago today, March 14, that I last went anywhere other than the grocery store, the bank, the post office or the dentist (don’t ask.) I think there is a sizable chunk of America that just doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything other than their own creature comforts—no matter what the risk—to themselves or anyone around them. God fucking forbid they don’t get to go to the gym, or the hairdresser, or a bar, or that they have to be so inconvenienced as to have to wear a mask (and to actually cover their noses and mouths with it, not hang it from their chins) to be in the grocery store for 20 minute. SUCH AN INCONVENIENCE AND A BLOW AGAINST LIBERTY!!

I’m sick of these fuckers and their constant whining and bullshit. As the cases and deaths soar, they become even louder and more obnoxious and I just want to puke.