The Bloody Doors Off

I don’t understand.

I get the fatigue.

It’s been two years, after all.

Of course you’re gonna get tired.

But that shit’s still out there.

And it’s constantly mutating.

One strain may feel like a mild cold, with or without the vaccine.

Another will knock you on your ass.

People were hospitalized and dying because of this.

It’s gonna get worse before it gets better.

Because people are tired of wearing a fucking mask.

Because it “infringes” on their God-given right to commit suicide by coronavirus.

Because they could give it to my father.

Or my mother-in-law.

Or my wife. Anyone I love.

It could kill them.

And you’d get away with negligent homicide because how could they prosecute that this?

I’ve seen my father once in the past two plus years.

There’ve been cases of Covid where he lives.

And because you won’t wear a fucking mask in public.

This virus is gonna run rampant, and flip the chess board every four to six months.

I don’t want my family to get sick, or die.

I don’t want you to get sick, or die.

And I’m sure you’d prefer to continue breathing.

Is it too much to ask?

Please.

Wear a goddamn mask.