2020: Year of the Plague

As is tradition, this is a non-story post to tell my non-existent readers that I am still alive and well, contrary to the beliefs of my enemies and those that want to see this blog go down into the gutter. Well, that's not happening on my watch. 

What is happening on my watch is the extensive lockdown that's caught the world unawares and bent it over the so called barrel. The world economy is in shambles, our leaders are irresponsible and corrupt, and the so called human beings that surround us are stupid and impatient. Which should not surprise anyone, because what else the fuck were you expecting?

I am no stranger to wholesale misery on this blog. Hell, I have probably written about worse things, but when it happens in real life, it hits differently. To be honest, this whole Covid-19, Coronavirus, the Rage of Batman thing was probably in works and we all had it coming. And if my pessimist mind is thinking on the right lines, there are going to be other things this year that will pale in comparison to Covid-19, but they will be a pain the ass anyway. 

Sure, one can say that these little pain in the ass things happen every year, but it will hurt more in the ass that's already been opened up like a rotten watermelon by the virus. How much pain can the world take? We shall see any which way. 

There are often talks about cancelling 2020, but I don't think we should. This year will be the wound on the decade that will scar badly, if it ever heals. And it will take a long fucking time to heal. In the meanwhile, we will deal with shit like designer masks, all-equipped bunkers for the super-rich, and social distancing from everyone that we know on a no-need-to-know basis. All I know is that the world got a little bit more painful and interesting than usual. 

But you are hanging in there, right? What other choice do you have? We are all stuck here with each other. At least till some country develops a Covid-19 vaccine or Elon Musk finally ships some of us to Mars.