Supermarket Shoppers in Ugly Brawl
People on this planet have reverted to Stone Age survivalism. All we can hope to do is venture out from our caves into the Valley of Death to scavenge for food to keep ourselves alive.
We are at the mercy of the deadly enemy — not a gigantic dinosaur or a killer behemoth, but an enemy the size of nothing — a microbe that you need a microscope to see.
It’s laughable. An invisible bug mysteriously named Covid-19 can strike us down as dead as any Behemoth could — in fact, right about now, Behemoths and Dinosaurs are looking pretty good to me.
Today we could annihilate those huge monsters with the smallest weapon in our collective military arsenal — arse-nal, by the way, is a good word for the world’s insane stockpile of weaponry.
But those fearsome weapons are no match for the Mass Murderer Covid, the microbe that has reduced us to cave dwellers fighting for survival.
Oh, we have our smart phones and our flat-screen TVs and our nuclear rockets, but we have become Neanderthals who can barely scrounge enough food to keep us alive.
Man, you’ve got to hand it to God. He sure does have a weird sense of humor. Is this how He gets His kicks? Sending humankind back to the Stone Age?
Ha-ha-ha, incredibly funny it is — and unexpected, too. We were maybe expecting a nuclear war or something on a LARGE scale, but a microscopic bug! Oh, God, that really is a good one — gives new meaning to the phrase God-fearing.
But, hey, I’ll go along with it. I’ve got a pretty bizarre sense of humor myself. So I say to the 7.8 billion people on this tiny speck of nothing — smaller in fact, cosmically speaking, than that li’l bug that’s killing us all — let’s humor Him — after all, He loves us!