You may have noticed I haven’t been writing about the coronavirus, which everyone else is writing about so who needs me? Besides which, I can’t make up my mind whom to believe.
Now, we generally buy a bottle of alcohol when we go grocery shopping, and it lasts us a week or so. But when we went to buy one this morning, the supermarket shelves were bare. The sign said “Limit of Five,” but all the alcohol was gone.
Who needs five bottles of isopropyl alcohol? Are all these people setting up their own clinics?
Meanwhile Democrats–they just can’t help themselves–are licking their lips and rubbing their hands together. “Yessss, oh yesssss! If a lot of people get sssick, we can blame it on Trump and win the election, my preciousssss!” They’re happy the stock market’s down today, too.
But what do people expect to happen? They’re carrying on like it’s The End O’ The World. Somehow bloody everything winds up as The End O’ The World. Like it’s the default position.
And we always wind up hearing that only a global government with absolute power over every aspect of our lives… can save us. Hot dog.