Donald Trump’s coronavirus advice just might kill us
In this amazing piece by David Scharfenburg of The Boston Globe we discover that "Covid-19 is a threat not just to our health, but our democracy". Co-pilot to the plague is one DJT.
The gist of the article is that the planet is misguided by Trump's every word, and every word between those words. And they are all bad words. And those words are all-powerful, inescapable, vectors (vectors infinitely more powerful than coronavirus itself) that will deliver (almost) all of humanity to 7th level of hell. Mr Scharfenburg is fantastical in his reprise of the Book of Revelation, which is galloping towards us like the horsemen of the apocalypse, except they are astride an especially wordy equine beast that sports an outrageously quaffed and rigid yellow mane.
Amidst the savage catastrophe he tirelessly rants about, David takes a brief respite when he is comforted by the thought that Fox News gobbling conservatives will suffer an especially dire fate due to the fact that their faculties and immune system are rendered defenseless after being slaughtered by the words and malignant advice of Tucker Carlson and Brett Baier. Yes, Tucker and Brett's words (and the words in between those words) are basically the anti-antidote. Fox newsers will find themselves in the eighth level of hell only to endure a repetitive shelling and flame throwing by the resident 2nd Panzer Division. Serves them right.
The energy that Mr Scharfenburg spent coming up with this thing is surely of an impressively high wattage.
So impressed by this article am I that a likening to a literary legend is called for. It seems to me that right there in the offices, perhaps a stall of the men's lavatory, H.P. Lovecraft's Nyarlathotep was reborn in the lower GI of Mr Scharfenburg. His magical instrument is his keyboard and his readership becomes enveloped in an acrid cloud of Trump derangement syndrome. The end of the world is at hand and upon tomorrow's dawn the fullness of the sun shall be dimmed by a swarm of Covid-19 virions so thick it blocks the sun. All thanks to DJT.
In "The Haunter of the Dark" Lovecraft puts forth Nyarlathotep in the form of a bat-winged monster that cannot stand a scintilla of light. Neither can Scharfenburg.
David Scharfenburg has been sent a link to this thread. I hope he has sufficient energy remaining to engage in a lively discussion.
[email protected]
In this amazing piece by David Scharfenburg of The Boston Globe we discover that "Covid-19 is a threat not just to our health, but our democracy". Co-pilot to the plague is one DJT.
The gist of the article is that the planet is misguided by Trump's every word, and every word between those words. And they are all bad words. And those words are all-powerful, inescapable, vectors (vectors infinitely more powerful than coronavirus itself) that will deliver (almost) all of humanity to 7th level of hell. Mr Scharfenburg is fantastical in his reprise of the Book of Revelation, which is galloping towards us like the horsemen of the apocalypse, except they are astride an especially wordy equine beast that sports an outrageously quaffed and rigid yellow mane.
Amidst the savage catastrophe he tirelessly rants about, David takes a brief respite when he is comforted by the thought that Fox News gobbling conservatives will suffer an especially dire fate due to the fact that their faculties and immune system are rendered defenseless after being slaughtered by the words and malignant advice of Tucker Carlson and Brett Baier. Yes, Tucker and Brett's words (and the words in between those words) are basically the anti-antidote. Fox newsers will find themselves in the eighth level of hell only to endure a repetitive shelling and flame throwing by the resident 2nd Panzer Division. Serves them right.
The energy that Mr Scharfenburg spent coming up with this thing is surely of an impressively high wattage.
So impressed by this article am I that a likening to a literary legend is called for. It seems to me that right there in the offices, perhaps a stall of the men's lavatory, H.P. Lovecraft's Nyarlathotep was reborn in the lower GI of Mr Scharfenburg. His magical instrument is his keyboard and his readership becomes enveloped in an acrid cloud of Trump derangement syndrome. The end of the world is at hand and upon tomorrow's dawn the fullness of the sun shall be dimmed by a swarm of Covid-19 virions so thick it blocks the sun. All thanks to DJT.
In "The Haunter of the Dark" Lovecraft puts forth Nyarlathotep in the form of a bat-winged monster that cannot stand a scintilla of light. Neither can Scharfenburg.
David Scharfenburg has been sent a link to this thread. I hope he has sufficient energy remaining to engage in a lively discussion.
[email protected]
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