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The Phases Of Quarantine

The Before Times We ventured, we sprang, we did not fear the air. Breakfast was fucking everywhere. Rockyroll presentations were regular and of the highest quality. A chicken in every garage, and a coke dealer in every bathroom.

The Burbling Wuhan. No, it doesn’t have broccoli. It’s a place. I don’t know where it is, Ma. I heard about it at the same time you did. Nah, don’t worry about it. Gonna blow through and disappear.

3/11/20 Shit got real on 3/11/20. Tom Hanks got the ronus, and the NBA canceled the season. It was like that scene in every horror movie where Tom Hanks gets the ronus and the NBA cancels the season. You know that scene.

Clap If You Believe In which, for a brief instance, we joined in spirit. We jammed out on our balconies to raise the neighborhood’s morale, cheered for the medical brigades, taught our parents how to work Zoom. And Tiger King. Remember Tiger King? All the meth and inbred leopards we needed, plus Joe Exotic eulogized his dead husband by talking about his testicles. We also cleaned our houses real good, and got $1200. We were rocket jockeys, man: Flying high.

Don’t Worry: Donald Trump Is In Charge Basketball Head saw Joe Exotic’s ratings and nothing could keep him from that briefing room. They tried that trick where you remove the door and wallpaper over the hole, but Donald gnawed through the drywall in seconds. The President has strong, healthy teeth; the Jewstream Media doesn’t give him enough credit for that. That’s bias in action. Then, he said we should bang bleach and boof lightbulbs and everyone made fun of him even worse than usual.

Summer, Maybe I don’t know if we had a summer this year. As well as I can recall, it was just suddenly October one morning. NO! WAIT! I remember summer. I got cancer, and black people were furious. (Those two clauses are not related.)

The Smushening II: Bowling For Bowels This was the phase of Quarantine when I was prescribed opiates and doobie, so I can’t be all that concrete in my recollect. Some famous people died, probably.

Gonk Gonk gonk.

Suicidesgiving True story: I killed myself 8 times in November. Gave myself to the gators, as is local custom. The beasts got my flesh, and I kept my soul. That’s a good deal, muchacho.

Aw, Current The freshly-passed stimulus bill contains $5 billion earmarked for gooping on grinches. WARNING: All grinch-gooping will be done at the DMV. If a stranger comes to your door and tells you “I’m from the government, and I’m here to goop on ya grinch,” then you should not trust that person, and you should certainly not allow him-or-her access to your grinch.

Ding ding ding! We’re done.

What, why?

You know why.

I do.

In What Order Should The Vaccine Be Administered?

  1. Me. (Not just because I have the immune system of a near-bankrupt carnival. I’m just selfish. Were I healthy, I would want to go first, too.)
  2. Mother on the Dead. (Old as shit.)
  3. Nephew, Brother, and Sister-In-Law on the Dead. (Package deal.)
  4. Nurses.
  5. Doctors.
  6. Candy-stripers. (“Candy-striper” is one of those descriptors that, for no reason you can explicitly identify, is absolutely filthy. “Coed” is another.)
  7. Robot Eddie, this guy I know.
  8. Teachers and lunch ladies and janitors and the cool vice-principal, but not guidance counselors.
  9. Firefighters and paramedics. (Oh, fine: cops, too. Imagine the whining if you left ’em out.)
  10. All professional athletes. (Male only.)
  11. Wolverine. (No, that’s just stupid. Wolverine doesn’t need vaccines. It would be wasteful.)
  12. Milton Shang, the Human Wang. (Why does every post break down into foolishness? And aren’t you usually in bold face when we do this bit?)
  13. MILT’S ALL WANG! (We’re done.)

Memorandum From The President’s Physician

This morning, while updating the country–the greatest country in the world, by the way–about President Trump’s incredible recovery from Covid-19, I misspoke several times. I also stammered, stuttered, fumfered, straight-up used the wrong word words a couple times, and also was misquoted by the lying media which is also fake.

President Trump did not test positive for the virus 72 hours ago, instead he tested positive for the virus “72 hours” ago. “72 hours” is a medical term we use to mean “sometime before now.” For those doubting me, I advise that they go back and watch the briefing we gave, and see what clean lab coats we were wearing. And scrubs! Don’t forget the scrubs.

And “48 hours ago” isn’t the same as “two days ago.” Two days ago starts at 25 hours ago. There’s a lot of wiggle room in between “48 hours” and “two days.” Get that straight, fake news.

Similarly, I made a misstatement when relaying news of President Trump’s oxygen intake. What I should have said was, “Of course President Trump is on oxygen! We’re all on oxygen! That’s what we breathe, silly!” I should’ve said that, but I didn’t. It should also be noted that President Trump breathes better than probably anyone who’s ever breathed before. Guy’s got a set of lungs on him.

As to what medicines the President has been on: We have administered remymartin…remylebeau…remsleep…you know what I’m talking about. The New Hotness. We gave the President eight grams of the New Hotness by IV push, and he seemed to enjoy that. The President was also administered an off-label cocktail I like to call a Goody-Goody Gumdrop. There’s a bunch of stuff in that needle, and it’ll put some lead in your pencil. The President really enjoyed that. We had to wrestle him back into bed.

At this point, we cannot rule out the possibility that the President was deliberately infected by child-eating Satanists, or Joe Biden’s crackhead kid. Everything’s still on the operating table.

A Partial Transcript Of Governor DeSantis’ Remarks, 9/3/20

“Good morning, everyone. Didja grab a donut? We brought a whole assortment. Democrat states are all on fire, but under President Trump’s bold leadership, I’ve provided you with pastry. That’s yet another win for the GOP. Let’s keep it going ’til November, all right? Great.

“Anyways, we’re not here to talk politics. This is about how the people of Florida–all classes: the landed, burghers, villeins, serfs, lifeguards–came together to defeat the Coronavirus and get our state working again. We’ve got the death toll way down, and that’s due to citizens making the right decisions. I guess some credit would also go to the new way we’re calculating the death toll. Everyone suspected of dying from Covid is now listed as being murdered by Antifa. Kills two birds with one stone. Incredible things can be done with math.

“So since the ronus is on the run, I am happy to announce that Palm Beach County will be transitioning to Phase II of Operation: Pull Yourself Up By Your Flip-Flopstraps. Some businesses will reopen, others will be able to expand their services, and high school football practices can go to full-contact. That last part is particularly important to me. I’ve been speaking with coaches all over the state, and they all tell me that their boys are just itching to hit someone. That’s the tough part about being governor. Sometimes, you’re in a position where all the scientists and doctors say one thing, and all the high school football coaches say the opposite. Walk a mile in my shoes, huh?

“We will be opening movie theaters, so everybody can go see that new Christopher Nolan movie. TenantTencent? I don’t really follow that stuff. Time goes back and forth or something, and I think the hero’s a black guy. There will be some restrictions for now. Only half the seats can be sold for any showing, and you’re not allowed to share popcorn anymore. Everyone’s gotta buy their own concessions.

“Also opening up are bowling alleys, and I want all Floridians to know that they will be safe down at the lanes. When you rent your shoes, the guy’s gonna double-spray ’em. Nothing could survive that. If you frequent one of those fancy, family-friendly bowling establishments, then your tapas will be sanitized. If you prefer to roll at a shabbier location, then that guy who hangs out at the bar drinking Bud Lights and looking traumatized named Stinkfinger Lou will be sanitized.”

POTATO-HEADED GOVERNOR BEING HANDED A NOTE NOISE

“Stinkfinger Lou has died. Cause of death was…ah, he was murdered by Antifa. All of Florida mourns.

“Tattoo parlors will be free to operate, so anyone that’s been waiting to stamp their tramp is in luck. What else is gonna open? Skating rinks of the roller and ice varieties. Anything even vaguely golf-related. Gator-processing facilities. Shops that deal in Mah Jongg paraphernalia. Gentlemen’s establishments. Diners that burn down every two years like clockwork. That place on 441 where you run around a maze licking strangers. What’s that place called? Laser Tongue? I went there for birthday parties when I was a kid.

“Ice cream shops may begin handing out samples once more.

“Also some new rules for restaurants. We just gotta get folks into the dining rooms. Outdoor seating just doesn’t work for Florida. It’s too hot, too humid, and the invariable wave after wave of iguana attacks. For eight months a year, outside is a lethal hellscape. And plus the view is just gonna be of a strip mall parking lot. Al fresco sucks.

“But obviously we must be careful with how we reopen the restaurants. We’re limiting table capacity to four, but we will leave it up to individuals whether they want to push tables together. That’s called freedom, liberals. We also will be continuing a halt to the sale of communal alcoholic beverages such as the Scorpion Bowl, the Swamp Cooler, and the world-famous Key Large-O, which I think is almost two gallons of booze. They won’t sell it to fewer than eight people, I know that. And you might have to sign a waiver.

“Buffets will open, but we’re really gonna stress that people use the tongs. Please don’t just grab the crab legs with your hands. Or at least wash your hands first.

“Despite rumors to the contrary, Mickey’s, the restaurant outside Tampa where you choose, catch, slaughter, and prepare your own chicken, will not be reopening. Ever. And that’s not Covid-related, it’s general principle. I’m pro-business, but you’ve gotta draw a line somewhere.

“Other than that: Open! Dim, overpriced steakhouses where the waiters are all on pills? Open! Burger joint that makes you fetch your own Coke and still has the balls to charge $15 for lunch? Open! Bistro where performative homosexuals throw yogurt at rich ladies? Open! Wedgies, where you might get iceberg lettuce and you might get your underwear yanked into your asshole? Open! The Chinese place you don’t like, but it’s close? Open! The Chinese place that’s good, but it’s so far away? Open!

“So, uh, there you go. Let’s eat, drink, and be merry, Florida, and don’t forget to tip your waitstaff.”

POTATO-HEADED GOVERNOR LEAVING THE ROOM, THEN COMING BACK NOISE

“My office will have an official statement on Stinkfinger Lou within the hour. Okay, enjoy the donuts.”

Possible Replacements For The Handshake

Trying times, Enthusiasts. My word, these times are trying as hard as they can. Some times half-ass it, but not the current batch: These times are effortful! Ben Franklin would have aphorized “Early to bed, early to etc.” about these here times, and then ask for an well-worn prostitute. And uncertain! Don’t forget uncertain. Are the times more uncertain than trying? That’s for more-learned men and women to ponder. All I know is that the times are so uncertain that, often, I am unsure whether they are still times at all. Maybe the times are places! Or concepts! It’s all rather stymying.

What we do know is that shaking hands has been sent to the Problem Attic. Shake a hand? In 2020? Might as well just spit in your new acquaintance’s mouth. Will this end the almost 700-year reign of the manual manipulation? Maybe! Are there any synonyms for “handshake,” or do I have to resort to clunky phrases like “manual manipulation?” No/yes! Who invented shaking hands, anyway? Read the next paragraph!

Handshaking was invented in 1321 by an English duke named Albert of Scrumpy-On-Fox, also known as Creepy Al. He had a hand thing. He also had a large group of violent, hairy men whom he would send to your house if you refused to shake his hand, so the ritual caught on. Since then, several handshake variations have been invented: the soul brother routine, the half-hug, and whatever the fuck that back-and-forth bullshit that Basketball Head does is.

Regardless of species, the entire genus is now suspect. The simple and culturally-ingrained act of clasping hands upon meeting–or completing the sale of a used Dodge–is now verboten (if you’re in Germany) and forbidden (here).

But we need something. Some sort of standardized greeting must be deployed. You can’t just walk up to someone and start in with your nonsense; that’s called chaos. Even animals don’t do that. They sniff each others’ asses at the beginning of a conversation. We can’t let the animals be more civilized than us; we need a ritual.

These are my suggestions:

SNIFFING EACH OTHERS’ ASSES What are you, better than a moose? No, you’re not. You don’t even have antlers. Non-antler-having motherfucker.

ASIAN-STYLE BOWING This is the gold standard. No germinal exchange, plus you get to pretend you’re Bruce Lee if you do the hand thing with it. Full support for the introduction of the bow into Western society. (WARNING: I will only back this policy if it’s egalitarian. None of that “party of lower status bows lower and longer” bullshit. That kind of crap will start bar fights over here.)

ELBOW BUMP I guess if no one can come up with a better idea, then we can go with the elbow bump. It’s a less-than-satisfying greeting, though, and there’s no way to look cool while you’re doing it, even if you’re really cool. Imagine Brad Pitt elbow bumping Idris Elba. Still looks doofy, right?

ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE JAW First of all, you would dislocate your hip trying to roundhouse kick any average-sized person’s jaw; second, why the fuck would you do that at all? Are you a psycho?

SAYING,” HEY, LOOK OVER THERE,” AND WHEN THE PERSON IS DISTRACTED, STEALING THEIR WALLET That’s fucking anti-social, man. Why can’t you get through one post without being a wafflehead?

SUCK ON MY SWINGERS, CANCER BOY THAT SHIT. THAT SHIT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.

EAT IT, DEATH-BREATH FUUUUUUUUCK YOU.

Guys.

You heard him. You heard what he said.

Why do you keep hiring him?

He works cheap.

You get what you pay for.

Very true.

A Partial Transcript Of President Trump’s Press Briefing, 7/21/20

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the press. I want you to know that I pray to Jesus, who is my favorite guy in the whole world, for your mortal souls. I hope He keeps and protects you, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Gosh, you folks just hate America. But, uh, I’m here tonight to introduce the greatest President that America’s ever had, Donald J. Trump. He is glorious and mighty, and his smile can cure phlebitis. Oh, the warmth of his close favor! When I first encountered it, I knew I’d do anything to remain within. We have touched, physically, on 14 separate occasions; a list is available from my press office.”

“C’mon, let’s go, no one wants to hear from you. Americans want to hear their favorite President.”

“Yes, sir. It is my honor, my pleasure, my sheer joy to introduce the 45th–”

“Soon to be 46th.”

“–President of the United States, the strong and bison-reminiscent Donald J. Trump.”

MILKSOP TRYING AND FAILING TO START A ROUND OF APPLAUSE NOISE

“All right, great, here I am which Sleepy Joe could not do, probably not in a million years. I mean that about Sleepy Joe. He’s in his basement. Maybe he’s fallen and can’t get up, I don’t know, people tell me he falls a lot. But I’m the President and so I’m in the White House talking about the China Virus, and the news is all good. Some of the best news you’ve ever heard, and even the fake news, who are monsters and I should maybe deport, won’t be able to twist it.

“We’re winning. My economy, which was so strong and powerful, is coming back. We’re doing the V-shape. Everyone said Mr. President, you can’t make the shape V, but I knew that I could, and I like to win, and so we did the V-shape. Bing bong. Obama couldn’t do a V-shape. Best he could manage would be a U. But the bottom would be miles long. Miles-long bottom. Terrible U. Nowhere as good as my V.

“You go into Home Depot, and everyone’s shopping and buying–lightbulbs or wood or whatever, I don’t know–and you think ‘Man, President Trump did such a great job for America,’ and that’s true, but I’ve been treated so unfairly. I give the blacks jobs, and they burn down Wendy’s. I give the press ratings like no one’s ever seen, and they send antifa to Tucker Carlson’s house.

“We’re probably doing, I think, the best of all the countries in the world. A lot of them are reporting low death rates, but I know their real numbers. Three million people have died in Angela Merkel’s Germany, but they’re lying about it to make the U.S. look bad. Terrible woman, but the rest of the world is begging us for help. Begging! So I think we’re doing all right. There are some deaths, sure, but there’s always going to be some deaths. That’s part of life. Sad, but it’s part of life.

“We’ve done testing like you wouldn’t believe. We’re testing everywhere. You walk out your door, and there’s testing. It’s a really, really, really incredible thing that we’ve done with the testing. It’s not about how many tests you do, it’s about doing them right, and quite frankly we’re doing it so beautifully.

“America is protecting her wonderful, high-risk citizens. Diabetics, whatever. Seniors, our wonderful seniors who fought in our beautiful World Wars, they’re so great, but now they’re under attack from this filthy disease that China sent us. I will protect our beautiful old people, unlike Joe Biden, who doesn’t know where he is.

“Okay, questions. Let’s do some good questions. You.”

“Mr. President, what is your current position on mask use?”

“My current position is the same position I’ve always has, which is that I’m for them when they work, but sometimes they don’t work, and you also have to worry about snot, mucus, whatever. That gets in the mask, and it’s disgusting. But I’ve always been for the masks, which can be wonderful, but sometimes they’re not.”

“Do you believe there should be a federal mandate about wearing them in public?”

“I get nervous. And you know I’m not a guy who gets nervous. Rosie O’Donnell gets nervous. Remember Rosie? I just destroyed her career years ago, which she deserved for being a fat pig and very nasty to me. We were in the papers constantly. Lotta fun. But I don’t get nervous, but when I hear the word ‘mandate,’ I get nervous. I trust in the American people to do the right thing, which is to wear a mask if it’s appropriate.”

“And when is it appropriate?”

“We’re gonna leave that up to the states, which are very capable, and there are 50 of them. Next question. You there.”

“Mr. President, do you have any comment on the recent arrest of Ghislane Maxwell, the reputed criminal conspirator of Jeffrey Epstein?”

“Good luck to her. She’s a Palm Beach gal, and we used to run into one another. Pictures don’t do her justice: She really kept her figure together. Good luck to her. Next question. Jim Acosta?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are fake news.”

“You never get tired of that, do you?”

“The American people need to know.”

“Yes, sir. Mr. President, the death toll from Covid-19 rose to 144,000 today. Could anything have been done to reduce that number?”

“The Chinese could have not sent their disease here. Or maybe the Demoncrats–I call them the Demoncrats instead of the Democrats, and people really enjoy that–could have not distracted me with their criminal impeachment hoax, which Nancy Pelosi and Shifty Schiff should be in jail for 50 years over.”

“But is there anything you could have done differently?”

“I think I’ve done very well. I’d give me an A. Maybe an A+. I closed down travel to China, which was very bold, and then I shut it down to Europe. Everyone said Mr. President, you can’t shut down travel to Europe, but I could and I did. Without those strong actions, we could be looking at five, maybe six million dead. I’ve done a pretty amazing job, if you think about it.”

“Uh-huh. Sir, have you made any condolence calls to the families of Covid victims?”

“I couldn’t hear you.”

“Have you made any–”

“Still nothing. Speak up.”

“HAVE YOU MADE ANY–”

“Just pull down your mask, Jim.”

JIM ACOSTA PULLING DOWN HIS MASK NOISE

“Corona protocol breach! Get him!”

FOUR SECRET SERVICE AGENTS TACKLING JIM ACOSTA NOISE

“I forgot how much fun these were. Okay, maybe we’ll do another one tomorrow, great, wonderful.”

A Partial Transcript Of Florida Governor Ron DeSantis’ Remarks, 7/7/20

“Good morning, everyone. I’d like to apologize for all the meth-pythons. We don’t know how they got into the Governor’s Mansion, but we’re trying real hard to clear them out. We tried releasing meth-mongooses, but it turns out that mongooses can’t fight pythons like they do cobras. Python is way bigger! The size advantage is simply too great. So, uh, all the mongooses got eaten. And, as I mentioned, they were meth-mongooses, so the pythons also ingested all the meth. Long story short: Be careful. Just be careful.

“I’m going to start with some numbers. 10,213. 433. 61,298. I’m not going to say what those numbers pertain to, but those are the numbers. Maybe they’re how many people love you? Those would be great numbers if that were the category. Or dollars! 10,213 dollars is outstanding. You got that in your pocket, you’re on top of the world. Hey, even 433 dollars is pretty good. Get yourself a nice pair of shoes with that. Treat yourself, man.

“My office keeps getting questions from the press about whether or not there will be a statewide mask mandate, and I’d really like to stop getting those questions. Can you guys be cool, please? Ask about anything else. Did you know over 30% of Florida’s sheriffs are under indictment? Let’s talk about that. Just, you know: enough with the masks, huh?

“Speaking of masks, it is my administration’s position that all the recent mask-related murders would have happened anyway. Floridians can always find a reason to murder someone. If it wasn’t the mask, it would have been something else.

“As most of you know, Disney World is going to be opening up real soon, and everyone’s so happy about that. The folks who run that property are pretty smart cookies, and they’ve cooked up a lot of ways to keep guests safe. For example, there will be no contact with the costumed characters. Turns out there’s absolutely no way to disinfect the costumes. Corona burrows into felt, apparently. Also, the Mickey-shaped waffles will all be wearing little masks made from butter. It’s so cute!

“I would also like to address the hospital situation. There’s a lot of people freaking out about our ICU’s being full, but since when is being at capacity a bad thing? Any restaurant would kill to be as packed as our hospitals right now! I see it as a win.

“Finally, I’d like to speak about our great schools. We’re gonna open all of them back up in August. K through 12, the whole kit and kaboodle. We’ll even take illegal kids. You see a child outside? Grab him and toss him into the nearest school. We must educate our children, and so they’re all going back to class. Precautions will be taken, of course. I am asking that all forms of wrestling be canceled. Greco-Roman, freestyle, gator, whatever. There was some talk about canceling football, too, but that was just homo-talk. Nobody’s canceling football season on my watch.

“Some parents may be worried about the possibility of viral transmission when the kids go back to school, and I’m just gonna be honest: We’re gonna lose a few. ‘Zero dead kids’ is out of the question. We took that off the table at the beginning of our decision-making process. I’m setting the point at ‘some’ dead kids. I can live with ‘some.’ Also, the scientists have told me that the coronavirus rarely takes the good kids. Varsity athletes and honor rollers seem to be mostly immune. The kids at risk are the ones that wear black a lot, or smell, or they’re in the marching band. No child is disposable, but some of ’em are, kind of. You know I’m right.”

POTATO-HEADED STEAKHEAD BEING HANDED A PIECE OF PAPER NOISE

“Huh. The entire NBA has tested positive for the ronus. Okay, then. Great press conference!”

Some Words Can’t Be Unspoken

“Muchacho!”

Asshole.

“That’s Mr. Asshole to you. I’m big-time, baby. I’m record-breaking. In virus terms, I’m going for my EGOT. I’m the John Legend of viruses.”

Sounds right.

“I AM A GOLDEN GOD!”

Knock that off.

“I am adding dates to the tour left and right, man. Going to the smaller venues, but also still playing the prestige places. I can play the trailer park or Tom Hanks. I’m versatile!”

No one likes you.

“No one likes Nick Cannon, but that guy’s huge.”

Stop comparing yourself to black celebrities.

“Never.”

I see you nailed Kimberly Guilfoyle.

“Me and every other guy in Silicon Valley.”

CORONAVIRUS HOLDING UP HIS HAND FOR A HIGH FIVE NOISE

“Don’t leave me hanging, bro.”

I am absolutely not touching you.

“Bro!”

CORONAVIRUS BEING LEFT HANGING NOISE

“Uncool.”

Oh, fuck off.

“Got all up in Guilfoyle. Was trying for the Great White Whale. God, I want him.”

Trump?

“Dude, the publicity! I take down the President of the United States, they’re doing 10-part documentaries about me. I’ll be like Michael Jordan.”

I told you to cut that out.

“How do you know I’m not black?”

Because you’re from China.

“I’m black. Black lives matter.”

You’re not black, and you’re not alive.

“Some scientists’ definition of life includes–”

VIRUSES AREN’T LIFE. You’re a creepy third option to a question that should only have two answers.

“That’s racist.”

Yes. I am totally racist against viruses. I believe they should use separate water fountains than me.

“Dude!”

Hell, I think we should round up the lot of you, and put two in each forehead.

“Holy shit, man! This is just hatred! I thought we were bantering.”

If I could Holocaust you and every being like you, I TOTALLY FUCKING WOULD. And I would laugh my ass off the whole time.

“I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

Good. Go away.

“I’m not gonna go away.”

I know.

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