10,000 in Florida alone.
Twenty somethings having Covid parties.
It's like Russian Roulette with a cash payout....instead of a bullet through your head. Invite a bunch of friends, one who has the coronavirus. If you're the next to contract it, you get money.....you know, instead of a bullet through your head. It's just through your lungs, so to speak.
Seriously. I'm not even making this shit up.
I would say there are people who are dumber than those who voted for BLOTUS, but in a Venn diagram, the two together, more or less, is just a circle.
Maybe this says more about me than them, but I don't feel bad for not feeling bad for them. I no longer willfully don't care if they get sick. I'm actually hoping they do.
Does it make me a horrible person? Possibly. But it's all relative, no? See four paragraphs above.
I might be horrible, yet I'm the horrible one wearing a mask not frequenting bars, restaurants, gyms or places to shop that doesn't have groceries.
Where some in the GOP were ok to off Granny to save the economy, I'm ok with these folks offing their parents, grandparents, kids and spouses (and themselves) to eventually end the virus.
In my walnut sized brain (I know - how I DO boast!) there has to be a line in the sand where so many people parish, those slightly less dumb folks who are still alive, sit, tap a finger against their lip and go, "hmmmmm..........maybe if we did.............".
But we are a ways away from that. The good takeaway is: the areas being hit the hardest are the reddest states - save California.
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