That’s right, I’m calling it. No real concrete evidence, but it’s been @18
years since y2k, @6 years since the end of the Mayan calendar, and that’s
just this century. We’re due. Not dissing anyone, hold all
indignation, but it’s gonna be a super-duper blood type blue full moon,
and we’re due, just saying. Call it just another hysterical allegation,
but tomorrow is canceled, so there will be partial paychecks .
I got your nose too.
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.
Real, versus imitation (faked with insincere means just to appear)
may be tough to determine, but the actual cause, the spirit of the
thing, is always the real deal. It’s always there, some desire causes,
even if it is to cause deception and fools.
Unofficially, from the unofficial bureau of statistics, 164 million people
in this country actually do know their ass from a hole in the ground,
and they do know exactly where it is too. The other @140 million of
us just think we do, and all of us just act accordingly.
memyselfnie 