Maybe you didn’t understand what was happening here the first time around.
Fair enough, neither did I.
We’ve never had such a pandemic unfold in our lifetimes.
You were confused by some conflicting stories from the outset, signs of infection that weren’t particularly unique to COVID, or perhaps like the majority of us, you just didn’t know better.
All valid, all somewhat understandable.
But when they told us to wear masks, what did you do? You ran up state capitols with guns and screamed in the faces of anyone you could corner about mY uNaLiEnAbLe RiGhTs to get haircuts, eat at Applebees, hang out at bars, high five your bros, piss without washing your hands, dry hump women at nightclubs, etc.
When they told us to stay inside, what did you do? You protested on street corners and did pushups on the sidewalk. You pushed “Plandemic” and other certifiably psychotic lies, shouting to the globalists “You won’t catch me with no burka on, SOROS!”
All you motherfucking limp-dicked pea-brained baskets of dogshit did was undermine the entire lockdown. We sacrificed 3 months of our lives ultimately chasing and then eating our own fucking tail to bring us back to Outbreak Day.
So now, instead of losing 3 months to this godforsaken pandemic, we’re about to lose not just summer, not just sports, not just TV shows and movies or the vast assortment of real-world distractions we stupefy ourselves with to make it through the day. We’re going to lose brothers, sisters, cousins, friends, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, godparents, ENTIRE GENERATIONS.
The virus erroneously portrayed as the “one with so many names” by President Bonespur von Jackboot, SARS-CoV-2, is a variant of a coronavirus we encountered back in 2002. Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) debuted and scared us shitless right before intelligence was officially murdered here in the States by the Trump Party.
This was no goddamned hoax.
This was no weaponized biochemical pathogen engineered in a Chinese laboratory.
This was a newer version of something that the entire planet not even 20 years ago knew of and eventually defeated, vastly mitigating its collateral damage.
Now, we’ll be lucky if society survives through to October.
To be clear, it’s not just Americans contributing to the outlandish number of deaths at the hands of COVID-19. Brazil, China, the UK and others all bare considerable blame as does any country that underfunded the World Health Organization or other similar medical research bodies that could have seen this coming far before allowing a pandemic to halt the world in its tracks.
But thanks specifically to you rotten self-entitled anti-science snowflakes and your illiterate elected officials, I now have two friends fighting off COVID. They’re young, so perhaps they’ll make it through unscathed. But also thanks to you fucks, I’m missing meeting my best friend’s newborn son, his so far just once-rescheduled bachelor party, and more than likely his wedding in which I was to be a groomsman.
Through your own callous narcissism, you’ve made life for those us who might live through this thing unlivable, confining those with chronic illnesses to four-room prison cells once known as our homes. Make no excuses for your deranged bullshit. You have to live with the fact that you contributed to a preventable disaster. You, like so many Trump loyalists and James Woods/Ted Nugent lab accidents of your MAGA subspecies, have the blood of our 136,000+ and counting dead neighbors on your hands.
Hopefully G-d will forgive you.
The rest of us will await the day of your more-than-deserved comeuppance.
That is, if you don’t kill us first.
Postscript
Phew! Sorry, I’m just a touch frustrated right now.
I realize that I suddenly changed the format and look of this blog prior to the site’s most popular post from Juneteenth (sarcasm).
You’ll note that the site is now Diary of a Mad Millennial, a subtly blatant rip-off of a Tyler Perry movie. This blog is supposed to have an iota of sports discussion but given 2020 and its general 2020-ness, I’ve had next to no sports to write about, and thus have poured into this space my vitriolic mini-screeds over current affairs. This is either me doing a less than ideal form of self-therapy or perhaps I’m just losing my mind.
At any rate the blog formerly entitled This Site Has No Name (with the unchanged URL as proof of its one-time existence) is now this void of sorrow and anxiety I call my proverbial Internet timeshare.
My home is on Facebook like any other well-adjusted 20-something’s, duh!
Until next time…
Diary of a Mad Millennial 