stand your ground, stay at home.

friday march 20 3:20 pm. the idiocracy says it's time to stay at home but they put it in terror terms, terms the plebians will understand, stark fear, as when shooters are on a rampage in the city, shelter in place, shelter in place, call it war, call it .45, his tiny flailing hands, gasping grandiose lies, his slurry wheezing speech, he may pompously declare martial law, he may cancel the rigged election, he may elect his own sick fuck self precedent for life, for death, for the permanent warfare state—he's getting real rich, sick fucking rich, richer than rich, off the charts, his numbers are fantastic, his hoax amazonian, raging like a wall street panic on main street, surging predator drones, flooding the plagued population like corona. 
there's a cold wind off the lake, floodwatch, and the autopilots are frantic. thanks be if you have a home and affection, protection, hug your honey girl oh boy, bless the beasts and the children, because it's a fucking madhouse out there in the corona warzone.