The covid's plea

 Listen here buddy I have nothing to gain by telling you this and everything to gain by making sure you don't change your actions, but it feels such a low blow you know, this seems just so goddamn easy that I'm going to make this a little difficult for myself, okay there bud? What I'm about to tell you is this: you need to fucking get your ass of the ground and do shit otherwise I'm going to beat you like a chessgrandmaster beats a child who's barely learned the moves of a chess. You know what I'm talking about?

I won't even introduce myself because you know who I am.

Of course you do, what has done so well, so extraordinarily bumper well, better than all the nations of the world, all the nuclear wars and recent armies, combined together? What has put all the traditional...uhh..issues to shame and caught up so quick on the DL? But not so DL that you don't know, but sneaky enough that it's more effective?

I'm telling you this: you need to get your shit together. What the hell, I thought this was going to be a fair fight, that I would have to use some real tricks I've learned over my lifetime, actually struggle and challenge myself. But you've clearly given up before the fight even began and that's one heck of a unsatisfying fight I tellya. It's not like you don't have the resources! It's not like you don't have the knowledge! It's not like you're some uninformed villager from a hundred years ago who could do nothing but cry and complain? No, you're a goddamn modern person with modern technology at your assistance, all your glasswares and labs and weapons and what not. And yet. You're all too human, aren't you? Where's your goddamn willpower, the willpower to resist and fight. What kind of loser throws the game in the first round. It's rough, rough as heck for you but it's not easy for me either you see. I was going to use this opportunity to grow myself, push myself to the boundaries and learn a thing or two from you. What do I get? Nothing, just a meek muted response, as if you're a bunch of mice living in a forest too lazy to do anything about the danger about to befall you.

Or are you really that stupid, that you don't understand that there's a serious danger out to get you. Because these days, I can't tell, can't tell what's real and what's a joke, who's smart and who's pretending to, or who's real dumdum or just pretending to for political uses. Maybe you're playing a twelve-dimensional chess where you're letting me win so I don't grow stronger or learn anything...and just...peter...out...or something, but that wouldn't make any sense because when I win I win and it's gave over for you, you can't take the lose and be back for a second round. So that can't be it, can it?

Just give me something, anything, even if it's your third-rate science experiments from countries that have more experience with hot air than true medical biochemical innovation. The use of 'salt water', or some 'tonic' or herbs was weak sauce, it was not even funny or amusing, if that was the intention. It's like you don't even care, that you don't even want to win the fight.

What the heck is up with you, ugh.