Okay. I’ve lost. Panic is apparently the only recourse we have to not dying by drowning in our own fluids on a pallet in an over-crowded hospital. So let’s all just fuckin’ panic. Because everyone else is doing it. I had a nice lunch with my mother today, who is not exactly panicking, but has started putting up enough freezer meals to feed her and my father for about six weeks. But no mask out in public, and we did eat at a restaurant. All the parts where we didn’t talk about the new plague were great. So about half the meal. Whatever. Its Friday the 13th, let’s get it all over with.

Well, that was a quick fall for Florida Man, gubernatorial candidate sub-type. Toootally just a post-wedding party.

Ted Cruz must be really killing it at WoW. He’s extending his self-quarantine. “We’ve got a big raid on Friday night, and I’m kind of high up in the guild, so… I’ll just have to stay home a little longer. Its been a while since I could really focus on the game.” — totally made up quote.

My jumped up county commishes want to declare a state of emergency “to maintain public health”. Like what? Use cops to break up the flea markets on weekends? So much stupid. We’ve had 2 cases. TWO.

Mexico considers closing US border.

 

Have a Megadeth song from… I guess after I stopped buying their albums.