Ho, ho, ho
Pandemics aren’t funny. Sure, people still chuckle. There are jokes. Some are almost good.
But the news novacaines my brain. I am desperate to let go some glorious, gawdawful guffaw that for one niggling nanosecond negates the numbness.
Yes, those folks really did say that all the people dying were sick and old (or from Pittsburgh and Philly).
I heard them and wanted to recite the be-attitudes. But it’s ridiculous for atheists to quote the Bible. And I don’t think these ghouls give a flying fig what Jesus would do no matter what they tell the pastor on Sunday morning.
Why did the chicken cross the road? He wasn’t sure, but at this point in quarantine, he’d do anything to avoid another Zoom call.