I once heard of a Chinese curse that read: “May you live in interesting times.”
Well, I guess they got us.
Things are a lot more interesting than I want. My idea of interesting times means lots of grouse bursting out of cover, fat bucks trying to sneak up on the free dinner under an apple tree and big brown trout slurping in the night.
Wouldn’t it be grand if our scientists discovered that energy drinks, cigars and campfire smoke prevented and cured the super virus?
It’s spring, and we all want to get outdoors, to flail the trout streams, tempt the bass and generally live a great life. Right now no one needs to know what it’s going to be like in June or later.
It’s infuriating to hear that some senators were given early warnings of the disease, and failed to do anything about it, except to dump their stocks that they feared might be depressed by the economic impact of the super flu.
It’s not likely to kill us all, and the survivors are going to have a lot of field and stream to themselves.