I’m getting a serious Y2K vibe from all this Coronavirus panic. The herd is spooked. It almost doesn’t matter why or how they got spooked, the fact is that there’s a stampede, and the only choices are start running, or get out of the way. I choose to get out of the way. I refuse to participate in this idiocy. I’ve done this dance before.
If this blog comes back to haunt me in a few weeks while I’m coughing green stuff out of my lungs, so be it. Like the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy says in warm, comforting letters on the front cover though: “Don’t Panic.” But more likely, I’ll be taking my kids out to lunch and listening to REM’s “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It” on the way home. Again.