I Hate To Be The One Who Tells You
Okay, okay, I’m calm. At least I’m trying to be but normal people would be so nervous that they could thread a sewing machine while it’s running.
Space hurricanes. Yeah, that’s a thing. Scientist are talking about it.
See, here’s what I don’t get. We’ve got a whole mess of Q people who have to make up conspiracies to have things to worry about. Normal people don’t have to do that because we’ve got a pandemic and damn murder hornets on the way just when it’s safe to go outside from the damn pandemic. Not just your regular murder hornets, nope, we’ve got Asian Giant Murder Hornets right here in the country.
We want more! Give us more! We’ve got dopes thinking they can bring down the government by stealing Nancy Pelosi’s laptop and getting Delbert and Dewayne to rifle through Ted Cruz’s senate desk but they ain’t got a damn rifle.
We can take it. Give us something mean and hard to survive! Give us your best shot!
Oh no, wait.
Y’all, there’s a space hurricane. It’s the first one we’ve seen on earth. It’s “raining electrons.” I do not know what one does to prepare for a space hurricane but I’d be willing to bet that flashlight batteries and cooler filled with ice ain’t gonna cut it.