i have to calm myself down. thank goodness for r. and mr. where would i be without them, among others—every good one. we're at the superpower epicenter of evil now, with the evil psychopathic mastermind free market devastation leader of the global pandemic. profits über alles. he's got the whole world in his hands, he's the supreme leader of the global pandemic trade, he's got a corner on the death market, got a new business, druglord king, he's got orphan trade power, the snake oil huckster with the exclusive balm of gilead, just in time for a free-market-free-fall easter filling the churches with hosannas of the living and the dead. he—primeval sick fuck—is risen. can't keep an evil corporate titan down, flu, pshaw, this is epidemic! it's academic, it's easy lucre to him—disaster is his orange chemical manna. sole sick superpower! epicenter of pandemic creation! thanks kids, i feel beta now, believe it or not i'm a non-profit margin calmer. don't forget to hide me an kinder überascherung somewhere out in easter bunnyland. love ya like a dog.