Me interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to scare the hell

outta you.  That’s right, and with all the solemnity of a Friday afternoon

soap opera today’s top story and tomorrow’s nothing burger:  there’s

a new strain of boogieman and he looked at me.  Scientists (where’s

my white coat) have determined that people actually do get sick of

the constant hype generated for dollars, and are morphing into

boo-zombies at an alarming (hopefully to you) rate.  Previous pending

catastrophes that cost buku:  Zikaed, swined, globally warmed, illegally

immigrated, issisitized bad guy types  pooped in the streets, and they

all came to get you.  Scared yet?  You should be, but if not, the

Russians hacked the last election ( and I have that on really good

authority) resulting in a mentally unstable, really huuge newcle-ar

button.  They say there is no God, but you better pray any way, just

in case.

OK, enough hyped drama, it’s starting to scare me.

So, reporting from under my bed, this has been memyselfnie,

signing off, and me now return you to your regularly scheduled

programming.