Drowning in a Sea of Insanity

First they died one or two at a time

It’s happening more and more to me with each passing day. I feel like I am slipping beneath the waves of this sea of insanity that has covered our world.  14 healthy doctors dead within a couple of weeks, this celebrity dead, this artist dead, this young athlete dead, this child dead and no one seems to notice. It’s like nothing unusual is happening. The masked morons with dead eyes avoid me. And in the times when our eyes do meet, I sometimes see fear.  They are afraid of me.  I am a potential threat. I am an old man with a weapon beneath my coat preparing to end their everything with a swift and fatal blow. With milk and eggs in hand, I move toward the self-checkout, hoping to infect as many as I can before I am done.

And then I begin to slip beneath the waves again; saving myself at the last second by writing this on Steve Kirsch's post:  

First, they died one or two at a time and no one seemed to notice.

Then they started to die 5 and 10 at a time and still no one seemed to notice.

Then they started to die a hundred at a time and still no one seemed to notice.

Finally, everyone began to die, and then there was no one left to notice.

It’s hard to say how much longer I can maintain a semblance of normal behavior when I am out and about with the mutants who now are among us. How long will it be before something snaps in my brain releasing a torrent of truth and expletives upon an unsuspecting brainwashed mutant?

So it’s best I retreat to the safety of my dogs and my music. All of which is a million miles from this sea of insanity in this world of depravity. Until this is all over, all of you must do what you can to not slip beneath the waves.  Protect your hearts, bolster your resolve, steady your nerves, and prepare your souls for what is to come. The future is depending on us and on you.