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Heroes Of The Pandemic

Baseball’s been cancelled, but Americans keep stepping to the plate. Thoughts on the Dead is proud to shine a spotlight on some of them in this installment of Heroes of the Pandemic.

Marigold Anshlutz, 62, Rooster Pantry, FL Marigold lost her remote control in 2013 and has been watching Fox News ever since, so she hasn’t let the coronavirus scare her. She’s keeping the economy strong by going to the Chinese buffet place, the movies, a public pool, the library (Marigold likes to hide liberal books), and then the Chinese buffet again. And she filled the Dodge up! Sure, she sneezed on the gas pump’s keypad, but the purchase is more important here.

Humphrey Potato, 31, Chewy Valley, KY At first word of the virus, Humphrey and his brother Plum hopped in their truck and bought up every tropical fish from Atlanta to Minneapolis, then re-listed them on Amazon and Ebay at exorbitant prices. No one bought them because no one’s really thinking about fish, no matter how striking and exotic, right now. Most of the fish died, and the Animal Society is looking into it. Poor decisions from start to finish.

Chakra Khan, refused to give her age, Beverly Hills, CA Chakra insisted all of her staff get tested. The ones who came back negative were deliberately exposed to the virus so they could “get it over with and get back to work.”

Knifey the Boy Made of Living Knifes, 26, Tucumcari, NM Knifey ain’t worried. Knifey’s made of fucking knifes, homecheese. Ain’t nothing on this planet can hurt Knifey. Not since his dad died, anyway.

WHAT DID I TELL YOU?

To be less stupid.

And what did you do?

I was just as, if not more, stupid.

Why are you like this? 

Genetics and environment.

Well, fuck them.

The Dos And Don’ts Of Social Distancing

DO Stay at home.
DON’T Stay at someone else’s home. Defeats the whole purpose, and might be a crime.

DO Visit the doctor and shop for necessities.
DON’T Go down to your local sex club for weirdos and start tugging off strangers.

DO  Maintain a Personal Health Radius of 6 feet (1.82 meters) at all times.
DON’T Defend your PHR with a halberd.

DO Try your hardest not to murder your children.
DON’T Murder your children.

DO Check on elderly relatives and neighbors to see if they need any supplies.
DON’T Steal their pills and have yourself an ooey-gooey party once you get home.

DO Harbor resentments.
DON’T Wait, no. You shouldn’t harbor resentments. It’s poison to the soul.

DO Let slip the dogs of war.
DON’T No! We’ve been expressly warned not to!

DO Hang out somewhere that’s still open like Target or the supermarket, and hock loogies all over, and stick your fingers in people’s mouths, and lick their nostrils.
DON’T PLEASE DON’T DO THAT. Ladies and gentlemen, I have to inform you that DO has somehow become corrupted, and turned evil. Do not take DO‘s advice.

DO Murder DON’T.
DON’T 
Stop it! You’ve lost your mind, DO! My God! Where did you get that knife from?

DO It didn’t have to be this way. I used to love you.
DON’T I still love you! Don’t, Do, don’t!

Hey. I’m just gonna pop my head into your office and have a quick chit-chat.

I’m in the middle of something.

That was what I wanted to discuss. Whatever it is you’re doing here…it’s too stupid to continue. I will not allow it. 

I was playing with form.

You were playing with yourself. I’m begging you: less stupid. Make the whole site less stupid. That’s my only note; I cannot be any more specific than that. Because it’s just so fucking stupid.

I thought it was funny.

That’s because you’re stupid, stupid. Shape up.

Be On The Lookout For These Symptoms Of The Coronavirus

  • Rough cough.
  • Sandwichification of the fingers.
  • Dyspeptic sanguinity.
  • A very specific and rare type of aphasia in which the only sentence you can say is “Forget it, Jake: it’s Funkytown.”
  • Yo-yo balls.
  • Hydrophobia. (But not to the point of rabies. Just mildly startled by water. Like, you’d walk by a lake and go Ah! Shit! but you wouldn’t sprint in the other direction.)
  • Box-backed nitties.
  • Great big ennobled thighs.
  • Boar’s-hog eye.
  • Tennis elbow.
  • Pickleball hip.
  • Jai-alai shoulder.
  • Heebies, but not jeebies. (The presence of jeebies is a complete counterindicator for coronavirus.)
  • Rhinophyma.
  • Hypertrichosis.
  • Po-faced skepticism.
  • Scrofulatic estrangement (spleen).
  • Amnesia, but only about the Wu-Tang Clan. (And if someone reminds you about them, you’d be all Oh, yeah, the Wu-Tang Clan and then immediately forget about them again.)
  • A weird kind of pica where you’re compelled to condition before you shampoo.
  • Deep sloppy tongue.
  • Haunch bloatation.
  • Fire in the nethers.
  • The irresistible urge to find a bell tower and wait for a sunny day.
  • Increased gumminess.

A Partial Transcript Of President Trump’s Press Conference, 3/13/20

“Thank you, thank you. We have, as you can see, just the most beautiful day here in the Rose Garden. I own the greatest and most spectacular golf courses on the planet–some would say on the planet–and so I think I know about gardens. And this is one of the best. Rose Garden. Incredible garden, with incredible roses. That’s how it got its name! Roses as far as the eye can see. Knock your socks off.

“We–I, we, whatever–have made tremendous progress. So far, so fast that people are amazed. No one can believe what we’ve got accomplished in such a short time, and despite being stuck with Obama-era regulations that were written specifically to kill white senior citizens. When you compare what we’ve done to other countries, you can’t. When you compare them, you can’t compare them. Italy’s a mess. It was a mess before, but now it’s disgusting. All the Mexicos are infected.

“So I closed the borders, and that made the difference. Europe didn’t close its border, and they let in all those people in scarves, and now there’s corona all over the place. It’s everywhere. So I shut that down, too. Any American now in Europe is stuck there for good. They’re gonna find new lives, they’re gonna be all right.

“I will now unleash the awesome power of a fully-operational American government by declaring a national emergency. Officially. I am officially declaring it. Maybe I should say it in a deep voice. Nationalllll emergencyyyyy. Is there a bell? I thought I rang a bell? Forget it, we’re doing the emergency. Very important words, national emergency. Y’know how they say Use your words? I’m using my words,

“I called Google, and they made me an app. This will be the first disease cured via app, which is incredible. Obama’s website broke down, but my app is gonna cure the corona Jimmy Google, I said to him. You’re gonna help your President. And he couldn’t have been nicer, so many compliments, and they got right to work. Such a dynamic company, really doing well and getting noticed, and that’s great for them. Great for them. The app will be out next week. Next week you get the app, from Google, the Google app.

“The tests are gonna be the most tremendous tests. The American people are gonna have perfect tests. Just absolutely perfect. You’ll go, they’ll swab, maybe they’ll tell you right there. We’re working on doing it in the car. So you drive up and then they swab. And on the way home, you get Popeye’s. No other country is doing that. You can’t get Popeye’s in Germany, and that’s on Angela Merkel. What kind of leader can’t get their people Popeye’s? The Germans can’t wait to get rid of her, everyone tells me that. Mike Pence told me that. Mike, where are you?”

“Here, sir.”

“Mike? Where’s my Mike?”

“Immediately to your right, Mr. President.”

“Mike?”

“Why are you gazing skyward? I wouldn’t be up there, sir.”

“Mike?”

“I’ll just slide into the podium here so I can say that no leader in the world, perhaps in the history of the world, has ever conquered a challenge with such alacrity, adroitness, and aplomb as has President Trump done here. We bask in the radiance of his glory, and I break into the Oval Office late in the evening so that I may sniff at his chair. The man not only makes history, but requires that history itself bend to his will. I now refer to Alexander the Great as Alexander the Not As Great As President Trump. While not inclined towards homosexuality, I would allow President Trump to perform it upon me, if he ever so requires. HE HOLDS MY THRALL! All is one, all is Trump.”

“Great, tremendous, such wonderful compliments. Mike Pence is doing the most beautiful job that anyone’s ever seen. So many people are calling me and talking about the job Mike’s doing. Kid Rock was raving. Mr. President, you made such a good decision to put Mike Pence in charge of the corona thing. And he was right. Kid Rock was right. Great job, Mike.

“The private sector has performed so spectacularly. Everyone is coming together, such superstars in the business and retail world, and asking me what they can do. I have some great, great leaders with me now. Artie Starrs from Pizza Hut. Artie?’

“Thank you, Mr. President. I’m honored that you would call me in this time of crisis. I’m a little perplexed as to why you would call me, but still: honored. Pizza Hut pledges to help its employees make up lost–”

“Whatever with that. I don’t care. I brought you here to ask about the crust. You changed it. What happened with the crust?”

“What now?”

“Used to be much fluffier. You ordered Pizza Hut, and you could expect crust like a cloud. Cloud made out of bread, delicious. And lately the fluffiness isn’t there. You changed the crust.”

“We haven’t changed the crust.”

“Absolutely. 100%. You changed the crust. I am known for my sense of taste. Very developed. A lot of kings get professional tasters, but I don’t need one because I taste so well. Different crust!”

“I promise you we haven’t changed the recipe or ingredients.”

MAP PULLING OUT NOISE

“Is that the 2016 electoral map?”

“You see all this red? It says that I’m right, and that you changed the crust.”

“Y’know what? I’ll look into it.”

“What an unbelievable talk we just had. Perfect. I’m gonna take some questions, but first I’m gonna breathe heavily right into the microphone for a little while.

“Shlhhhhh.

“ShLNGTHhhhh.

“Shlhhhhh.

“Okay, question time. Jim Acosta.”

“Mr. President, you were recently in the presence of several people who have since tested positive for the coronavirus. Will you be getting tested?”

“I will give a thousand dollars to anyone who sneezes on Jim Acosta.”

“That’s inappropriate, sir.”

“I will not be tested, because it’s not necessary. I don’t have any symptoms. In fact, I probably have the fewest symptoms of anything, ever. No one doesn’t have symptoms like me. Joe Biden has plenty of symptoms. I heard he’s got herpes. Maybe you should ask Joe Biden if he’s been tested for herpes.”

“I’m not going to ask him that.”

“You’re not getting the vaccine. When the vaccine is invented, which it will be very quickly, you can’t have any. Okay, next question. Black lady.”

“Mr. President, what responsibility do you bear for the lack of response in the light of the fact that you disbanded the White House pandemic office?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have picked a black lady. That’s a very rude and low-class question. You should be ashamed to ask filth like that. Ignorant. Very ignorant. Clearly, the responsibility is not mine. It may turn out to be someone who’s standing up here with me, but not me. The Chinese. Definitely their fault, a little bit. Some people are talking about this is a bioweapon that got loose, but I don’t know. Maybe. Not my fault.”

“You don’t think having an office preparing for this specific event would have helped?”

“That’s a hoax. That whole thing was a Democrat hoax.”

“It wasn’t.”

MAP PULLING OUT NOISE

“Oh, not the map again.”

“Map says it was a Democrat hoax. In conclusion, there will be 100 million tests available on Monday morning. I now leave someone else to answer any follow-up questions while I go get Popeye’s.”

More Coronavirus Top Tips: At-Home Kids Edition

In response to the global pandemic known as the coronavirus, school districts across the United States have temporarily shut down. Many parents have reached out to me. TotD, what can I do with my kids? they ask, and then listen to my reply, and say I’m not throwing my kids in a river. What the fuck is wrong with you? And though so far every conversation I’ve had on the subject has ended in hurt feelings and thrown punches, I shall continue to attempt to help you poor, brat-afflicted bastards.

MAKE AN ALLY OF SLEEP

Every minute your child is asleep is a minute they’re not being a needy little asshole. Many chemicals–most of them available over-the-counter at the pharmacy or farm supply store–can keep your kid snoring for 18-20 hours a day until the school bells ring once more. Parents with more money should opt for a physician-monitored twilight sedation.

HARD CHOICES

Decide which of your children has the least earning potential, and nominate him/her as the Gofer. Need errands run? Send the Gofer. The smart, good-looking kid contracts corona, damages their lungs, and needs a double-transplant? Harvest the Gofer. Society completely breaks down two weeks from now? Trade the Gofer for supplies, or just eat him.

FAMILY VALUES

There will never be a better time to teach your kids who to hate. Which ethnicities are smart, which ones steal; sexualities that aren’t kosher; modes of behavior to abjure: the whole cat and canoodle.

FEED THEM TO BEARS

I am just kidding. Do not feed your children to bears.

LEARNING IS FUNDAMENTAL

Children soak up knowledge like a sponge soaks up money. You must continue your youngster’s education. Contact their teachers and find out where they are in their assorted syllabi, then ignore that bullshit and make the little toerags read Robert Anton Wilson and Philip K. Dick until they get paranoid and start distrusting their breakfast cereal. Then dose their breakfast cereal. Open those wee fuckers’ minds, man.

SELL THEM TO BELA KAROLYI (IF THEY ARE FLEXIBLE)

If your kids are flexible, sell them to Bela Karolyi. Bela Karolyi will buy your flexible kids.

END THIS QUICKLY

If you really wanted to help, you’d appease Trandor H’hh’H by ritualistically gnawing your stripling’s throat open, dressing the entrails in the manner prescribed in the Liber Exterri, and then doing some pervert-magick on top of the mess. Medicine has failed us; this problem requires an occult solution.

EARN OFF THEY ASSES

If you’ve got three or more children, then you have a band. All you need to do is buy your kids some instruments, and then beat them until one of them turns into Michael Jackson. Easy-peasy.

JUDAS GOAT

Sew your sins to the child, to his flesh, and send him from the village. Give him neither food nor knife. If he tries to return, chase him back to the wood.

DEAR OLD GOLDEN-RULE DAYS

If you do intend to educate your kids, consider these topics:

  • Why morals and “being a good person” are crocks of shit, and how you should just make a stack of cash as quickly as possible so you can get the fuck away from the scum that makes up society.
  • The forgotten Presidents: Fillmore, Polk, McKinley.
  • Geospatial topology.
  • NPR CPR. (Helpful if your child ever needs to administer chest compressions to Ira Glass.)
  • Thaumaturgy.
  • Psychic surgery.
  • Refrigerator repair.
  • Whalesong.
  • Why Whitey deserves what’s coming to him, how to give it to him, and how to get away with it.

COAL MINES

Small hands can do big things.

The Remaining Inventory Of TotD’s Publix Supermarket

  • Six (6) partially opened boxes of generic Cheerios called “Edible Breakfast Circles.”
  • Three (3) women in their early 70’s, all named Miriam, fighting to the death over the last bottle of Purell.
  • Shelf of Jell-O brand pudding pops with Bill Cosby prominently featured on the packaging.
  • L’Eggs pantyhose. (Sheer, taupe, nude.)
  • Several dead bodies in varying stages of decay, each of which has obviously been tasted/fucked.
  • Sentient tumbleweed that now rules the sushi station with an iron fist.
  • Full case of the processed meat snack “Hey, Maybe It’s Whale.”
  • Snake Plissken wandering around the dairy aisle muttering “Not fucking again” under his breath.
  • Half a red pepper, but not the good half.
  • Shell pasta. (Not the seashell-shaped noodles. Pasta made by the Shell Corporation.)
  • Flamboyantly homosexual, 6’5″, 19-year-old African American employee who keeps berating customers: “Put them toilet papers back, Miss Thing! This disease does not produce poo!” (This is absolutely true. His name is Branton, and even before the pandemic he had the worst attitude I’d ever witnessed in retail. I kinda love him.)
  • One (1) pack of shrimp jerky-flavored Hubba Bubba with one (1) piece missing.
  • A balrog. (Not the balrog. Just balrog.)
  • Paul “Charmin” Harmon, who calls himself the Human Bathroom Tissue, and whose fetish is precisely what you think it is.
  • Ten (10) packages of an off-brand matzoh called “Jew Crackers.”
  • Pork chop that I distinctly heard singing a sea shanty.
  • Eighteen (18) copies of Guns & Ammo with Megan Markle on the cover.

He Loves Dressing Up

Lemme guess.

“Desertcore.”

Desertcore? Yeah, I guessed.

“Look how much cargo these pants can hold.”

Those are capacious trousers.

“Only problem is that I showed them to Bobby, and now he makes me hold everybody’s stashes.”

Sure. How are you dealing with the coronavirus?

“Duh. I’ve taken to the desert.”

Ah.

“Loaded up the Earthroamer with the entire 2018 Visvim line, four million dollars worth of watches, my personal security team, and some sex slaves.”

Sex slaves?

“I didn’t say that.”

You did. Are you buying sex slaves again?

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t buy sex slaves. I’m leasing them.”

Just as bad!

“Not financially. I mean, you buy ’em and then they turn 25 and then what do you do? Sex slave starts depreciating the second you drive them off the lot.”

I don’t even want to respond to that.

“Can’t argue with the bottom line, man.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Dick.”

Dude, you’re human trafficking. You deserve whatever’s coming.

“Is it Nixon?”

Dunno yet. Say ‘hello’ and let’s find out together.

“Dick.”

“You’re on with John.”

“Hot Dog Dick! Long time, no Kim!”

“Ah, shit.”

“Kim Jong-Un is doctor now. Best doctor in Only Korea. Better than Hawkeye. You know Hawkeye?”

“Yes.”

“He from MASH.

“I know who Hawkeye is.”

“He wisecrack, but he care.”

“Why are you calling me?”

“I cure cobra violence.”

“Coronavirus.”

“That, too. Cobras no fight any more, and virus no kill old people. NBA back on thanks to Kim Jong-Un. You got Bron number?”

“I do not have LeBron’s phone number, and I wouldn’t give it to you if I did.”

“Kobe always in heart!”

“Sure, yeah. You said something about curing the coronavirus?”

“Is cure. Say bye. No more. Kim Jong-Un is hero. Get star on Walk of Fame.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You can see all star as walk down Hollywood Boulevard.”

“Please don’t–”

“Some that you recognize. Other, hardly even heard of.”

“–sing The Kinks at me. Do you really have a cure?”

“My treatment has 100% success rate. After one session, no have coronavirus any more.”

“Are you rounding up people that look sick and executing them?”

“You know Kim Jong-Un so well.”

“Pass.”

“Medicare cover! No co-pay!”

“Hanging up.”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES NO LONGER DO THAT

“Dick?”

Yup?

“How many more pictures of him in that stupid lab coat do you have?”

Like a dozen. Kim Jong-Un is absolutely involved in the pandemic now.

“Oh, great.”

The Plural Of Virus Is “Virus”

Hey, coronavirus. Whatcha doing?

“Broham, I am killing it. Having a terrific 2020. Remember how good 2019 was for Lil Nas X? Like that.”

Don’t be so smug.

“Why not? I’m on a winning streak that Baron Bleichroden would envy.”

Wow. Nice reference.

“I can’t lose, dude. I got green lights from here to the highway. Everything’s coming up corona.”

Not everything.

“CUTTIN’ SWATHES, MOJIMBO!”

Oh, knock it off.

“Check my drip.”

“Do not check his drip. Corona, he has no style. Not like me.”

Who the hell is that?

“It is I, the palomavirus.”

Oh, this is gonna be one of those stupid posts, huh?

“I will tear through the masses, especially those with last season’s trousers.”

Gosh, that necklace looks expensive.

“This is not a necklace. It is a strand of RNA I borrowed from my friend Zika.”

Okay, I officially no longer understand the premise here.

“Of course not. You are poor.”

“But rich in spirit!”

Ah, c’mon. Who’s that?

“It’s me! The colonnavirus.”

No! No, this is dumb! No one remembers who the hell Jerry Colonna was!

“Your parents do. Until I kill them, that is.”

Dude, not cool.

“Not cool at all! High, high fevers!”

Jackass. Are you really a virus?

“More of a sidekick infection.”

“Me, on the other hand: I’m a leading man.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Not the bolognavirus.

“Hey, howyadoin’.”

None of this is all right.

“No, but y’know what is?”

What?

“Me and my wife Renee are doing The Fantasticks at Burt Reynolds’ Dinner Theater in Jupiter, Florida. We got a place down there in Boca. You could eat at a different restaurant every night and not repeat yourself for six months. Six!”

I wish to be released from this pathetic attempt at a joke.

“Not a shot, kid.”

“Don’t listen to him. Relax. Would you like some turquoise?”

No, sedonavirus. I don’t want any turquoise.

“What about meth?”

Okay, we’re done here.

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SLICE YOUR FACE OFF WITH A PENKNIFE

To paraphrase Stalin: No face, no problem. Removing your face completely eliminates your ability to touch your face, and–added bonus–helps you maintain your six-foot Health Radius. People will give you your space!

TOUCH SOMEONE ELSE’S FACE

See that lady over there? Go rub your greasy mitts all over her punim. Jam your fingers up her nose, whatever.

CHASTITY BELT, BUT FOR YOUR FACE

The safe word is “epidemiology.”

BUY A CHIMPANZEE, WAIT

There is literally no way to put your hands on your face after a chimp gets done with you. Do not google it.

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