Thanks Ebola

Day 8. 18 pages, 7,908 words.

I’d like to depart from my planned blog post to slap up a little chuckle at the expense of the “Stand With Arizona (and Against Illegal Immigration)” Facebook group.

I have a couple of friends who, bless them (because I know they’d hate that), have a very strange filtration system when it comes to what they believe and what they decide to shout about. Sometimes, it’s sad. Sometimes, it makes for good debate. Sometimes they’re just trolling so you can never really be sure anyway.

And the thing about Facebook is, if you like, comment on, or share a post, it’s going to show up somewhere on your friends’ Walls, depending on how thorough their interaction with your statuses has been and therefore how the Facebook algorithm deals with it all. And my interaction is thorough, because I am an Internet Warrior and I love the smell of facepalm in the morning. So even if a friend of mine steps in and says “no, this is bullshit”, that will show up on my feed and I will then be treated to sights like this:

Damn you ebolaaaaaaaa

And I’m just going to stop there, because there were thousands of comments and I think that Keep Calm one counts as ending on a high note.

I agree with Stand With Arizona (and Against Illegal Immigration). It is unbelievable. I also agree with one of the commenters who said this looks like a guy washing his car. I mean, sheesh. A bit of further examination and research shows that there’s no vomit being cleaned up, they’re cleaning the pavement outside a quarantined house (or something, I don’t know), and they’re using bleach-infused water. That’s probably going to kill this virus before it finds a new host. But I don’t know, I didn’t look into it very much.

My friend’s comment was the one with the Russian text at the top, and the funny Ebola flow chart. He’s not Russian, by the way, but has just switched his name to Russian text. Which makes his posts even more confusing in these threads, because sometimes he agrees and you can’t tell if he’s trolling, and sometimes he does something like this and nobody’s quite sure what he means. It’s funny to watch how all the rednecks just sort of watch him warily.

I don’t think a) that the guy in this photo is washing away ebola vomit (but okay, he might be), and b) that doing so is going to cause an outbreak. I know enough about ebola to know that you’d need to touch the vomit, maybe even get it inside you through one hole or other, to run a risk. Does that mean if tainted vomit gets into the water table there’s a risk? I really doubt it. We all would have died hundreds of years ago.

Anyway. Ebola. The gift that Obama apparently just keeps giving. What’s his master plan for the United States of America? Become first Extremist Muslim Terrorist President (check); infect US with ebola (check); sit on mountain of skulls (extracted using Obamacare patients) and rule over ruins?

Sounds like a plan.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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