Write Every Da...or, Only In the Midst of a Pandemic

First, and most obviously, I was promised more zombies. 

I should be thankful, I suppose. But, I'm rarely thankful for things I imagined wrongly. 

Second, and more seriously, shit is getting real. I suggested shit got real when the NBA shut down. I suspected shit got real when the NHL closed - especially as a Canadian. But, I knew shit really got real when Disneyland closed its doors. 

The Mouse don't fuck around for no bad flu. When Mickey starts losing money you know shit is serious. 

Shit is real......and it always has been.

This pandemic has provided a nice background tableau for many of us. What matters - your job, which is suspended, or imaginary, or 'done from home''? What matters - your social circle, which is drinking on a patio on the weekend, or a beach trip on Friday night or a party at your house? 

This pandemic has provided a background of what fucking matters. 

You.

Your people - not in the abstract, but in the absolute immediate. 

And....everybody else too. 

You are not alone.

You never were. 

You need to act in the benefit of everyone. You need to embrace us all. 

That is our only chance. 

Fuck difference. 

Fuck petty feuds. 

Fuck this virus built on disconnection and disparity. 

We are one. Let's act as it at once.