Thank You, God, For This Viral Epidemic

No, this is not an April Fool's joke. This virus making our lives miserable, horrid, and heartbreaking is actually a blessing, a gift from our Maker. And Lord knows I'm breaking down from the pressure of it. 2020 had already started out to be a right bitch with my job situation and the unbelievable one-in-a billion coincidence I end up working in the same place as Biscuit Lady (seems I can beat the odds to win the reverse-lottery). My health was starting to fade even then.

My hair was thinning from the stress of it then this virus hits putting my life in both economic and bodily peril. Motherfuck! It may sound melodramatic but surviving this year is no guarantee for me - at all. I'm missing too many pieces of support, some my fault, some not. But I ain't situated or emotionally suited to endure this kind of slow motion nightmare. And asking God's help is the last thing you want to do. One must eat the fruit one has chosen, no matter how poisonous. For it is written when we have chosen poorly:

"When that day [of woe] comes,
you will cry out for relief from the [Trumptard] king you have chosen,
but the LORD will not answer you in that day."

We've been ignoring the larger picture for far too long and now reality encroaches upon us like a wildfire while we worry about returning to the playing tennis on our insulated estate. It's our God-given right here in America to be spoiled brats. I hear one-percenters selfishly complain about those not on board with the lockdown as if these bubble-wrapped souls are being righteous staying in their luxury homes without fear of loss of home, car, family, or income. They will say, "We're all in this together" just as long as it's someone else feeling the pain, i.e. it's better you starve and become homeless than they get the flu. How lovely.

These nutballs crack me up boasting how this crisis will cause an explosion of creativity with all the extra time people will have while dying. Hey, asshole, let's see you make funny TikTok videos with a gun pointed to your head. Entertain me, bitch! There's tone deaf then there's outright disconnect to reality. Forfeit your own food and fortune and then I'll listen to you. Otherwise, you'd be advised to pour yourself a good strong cup of STFU. But despite all these false silver lignings I keep hearing being espoused, there really could be one - a life changing one.

See, as this great Vox article points out, Nature ain't victimizing us, we're victimizing Nature. And until we stop it things will just get worse and worse and worse no matter how much money we print. Think about it. This is our wake up call. Ten years ago I wrote we're ignoring the tragedy we're weaving as we ignore the fires we've set that will one day burn us down. Welcome to the purification, pal.

Love is waiting on us, beseeching us, begging us, crying rivers of pain for us. As we destroy ourselves, the more we expose the lies upon which we based this wretched world we created. And dear hearts, God (won't) help you if ever say we've based it on love. We've built our lives - and our lies - around getting love because we know there's no other way. We know it, but we don't admit it. There still remains among us those who know and trust in the perfection of the nature that's been given us. It's the only way forward. Idealism is pragmatism.