The Virus Day 42, Dimondale, Michigan

“Oh say can you see, mother fuckers,” says The Cat. (in the doorway)

All well. We went for a much-needed walk yesterday. Along the way, I bumped into an old friend, my #Bernie2020 sign thrown in the ditch. With “Trup” hastily, probably drunkenly, definitely ignorantly, painted wrong on BOTH sides. I immediately stuck it back in my yard with as much pride as if it were the sands Iwo Gima.

Side 2. Practice makes perfect, right! Only when drinking the kool-aide, or injecting bleach, it seems.

Oh say can you see MY star-spangled banner, you inbred pieces of shit? How the FUCK did you get it wrong TWICE!? Don’t you see that son of a bitch’s name EVERYWHERE on EVERYTHING?!

I mean even the most braindead WWII Nazi knew the fuck how to spell “Hitler.” But the Germans embraced science with their fascism. The only thing these fucks embrace is profound, willful ignorance and petty pranks it seems. My only hope is that they all keep listening to Der Fückhead and keep drinking his deadly kool-aide, or injecting it, whatever gets rid of them quickest.

#darwinning at its absolute finest. #stayhome is working. Don’t put bleach in your bodies as a substitute for common sense in the middle of a pandemic.

I just heard that Agent Orange may stop his daily shitshows. Sad. He’ll probably save the lives of hundreds of his…