I hope this scares the shit out of you, wherever you are, and whenever you watch it. Maybe that'll finally be enough to shut up the naysayers that're too smart to believe this thing might be a problem, beyond maybe their 401K (if they can count that high). (Nope. Some people are completely immune to anything less than this swimming up and biting them in the ass, talk smack the wronger they get, are allergic to reality, and spin fairytales like "this disease only seriously affects people in socialist countries/states/cities/places I don't like, but will magically not be like that where I am ensconced, because viruses are political like that. Go ahead and whistle past the graveyard. More than one person in history has died with one hellva surprised look on their face. Color me shocked.)
It does me, and I'm back at work tonight.
This is what's coming, sooner or later, in all likelihood.
Not from shakycam cell videos with no sound, not from massaged ChiCom news propaganda, but an in-depth SkyNews report on the Coming Reality, from a modern Western nation, a month or two farther along in this than we are now. Most patients in their 50s. Not 80s; not 70s; not 60s. In their 50s. (Show of hands out there: Who's here from before 1970?) Burials every 30 minutes in the town cemetery. Two weeks on life support vents without recovery. (Being on a vent means a medically-induced drug coma, too, kids.) Good times, if you like reading about the Black Death in the 1300s.
This isn't panic-mongering, it's rubbing your noses in the truth.
For some people, that kind of a head-slap is the only way to finally get their attention.
If you can't handle it, avert your eyes, and STFU, and let the grown ups deal with it.
You don't have enough supplies, ammo, and hard-hearted friends inside your perimeter to deal with what happens if this crushes healthcare, and then all the wheels come off civilization. Pray that doesn't happen.
You might have enough to make it through just the Kung Flu part, if no one loses their minds, and instead puts on their big boy pants, and deals with their own sh*t. For several months.
Say, howzat gonna work out for those in EBT-Land, over by South Gibbsmedat?
Qwitcherbitchin, stop going out to play in it, and ride it out.
And for the perpetually hard-headed, go back and read this post, from a lifetime ago, in this case two weeks exactly, and tell me afterwards how right or wrong I was in what I told you, plainly, then, versus what you're experiencing IRL, now.
I'll wait over here while you consider your replies.