a conversation with Mad Max...

I've known Mad Max since we were pups. Back then he was just your garden variety kind of crazy. Nowadays, it's risen to the point of him being downright scary:

"I will act accordingly while your soft ass gets swooped up in the first rounds of containment. It won't happen to me, not without blood shed everywhere."

"Jesus Christ dude, you have got to stop watching the news so much. It's turning your crazy-o-meter up another notch. It's the last thing you need," his paranoia continues to grow exponentially with all the current happenings in the world.

"I see what's going on down there in Arizona. The virus is running rapid and people are looting every chance they get. I promise you if that happens in my neck of the woods it will be dealt with harshly."

I doubt the looting will find its way to his bunker in north Greenwood county. Although, the virus could gradually make it there given the right spreader...I tell him such.

"You and this fucking virus bullshit. You don't seem to get it boy. The deep state is using the virus bullshit to encourage even that much more control over us."

"The deep state. Come on man. The only guy who is living in a deep state is you. You got to find something more viable. Again, stop watching so much news. It's turning off your spigot to reality."

It's been humorous for the longest time, listening to him rant about how we are all doomed. I never thought I would say this, "It's not humorous anymore. It's disturbing."

"Listen asshole, you can laugh all you want about things. Let me ask you a question. Do you think the corona virus was done intentionally?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean? You don't know."

Before I can respond the rant starts.

"Are you really that dumb? You're buying the story of some guy fucks a bat and then the bat shits on a pangolin, whatever that is, and then some asshole eats the the filth and now the world is shut down. It's bullshit. I don't believe it and no one else around here believes it either."

I don't know what to believe. I tell him such.

"Listen genius, I'm sitting here wasting time with you while I should be out tending the crops and preparing for dystopia. We'll have to carry this conversation on when you are finally woke," he then hangs the phone up without saying goodbye.