Bring Out Your Dread!

We need new idiots. The ones we’ve got are becoming tiresome.

So maybe three confirmed cases in a nation of 320 million people? Just tell the braying troglodytes that they’ll get a truckload of placeboes to cure their Ebolas. That’ll fix it.

I can’t help it. I keep thinking of the nuns in The Sound of Music singing:

How do you solve a problem like Ebola?

I know I’m a bad person.

My friend at the U of Miss. med school is an endless fount of amusing ebola panic stories. The latest: couple brings their daughter to the ER because she had been exposed to someone who’d just returned from Africa. The African country in question? Jamaica.

Not the MSNBC ad: “Are you single and Christian? God has a match for you!” One with big boobs, according to the accompanying photo.

@Mistress Cynica: I remember, growing up, how things like the Red Scare and Reefer Madness seemed like quaint artifacts of a distant past. Now it’s just one Panic after another.

In other words, a return to the American norm.

@nojo:
Fear: The US Amercian Scream?

Fear of . . . remember when everyone used to answer their phone?

@BobCens: Remember when the damn phone would ring thirty times because you didn’t want to answer it, and answering machines didn’t exist?

@BobCens: Answer phone calls? Clearly you don’t work in show business.

@nojo: Tell us how it was in the old days, gramps. (BTW, ‘They’ have wrought a miracle with the favorites bar in Safari. It will make you sing show tunes and hug Republicans. All right, maybe not the last bit.)

@Benedick: “The Day Pong Came to the Pinball Arcade” is my Great Unwritten Springsteen Song.

@nojo: You are so entirely adorable in a totally uncreepy way.