Evening Me Droogs and Droogettes.
Whelp, it’s here in Florida… two ‘unconfirmed-but-we’re-sure-it’s-real’ cases in the Tampa Bay area.
It’s going to be interesting over the next few.
In fact, I’m not sure, barring weirdness that I’m going -to be able to go-.
Seeing that things are really fucked up… IF and only IF things go the way they’re SUPPOSED to go, There just may be -zero- air travel going on by the time I’m supposed to leave.
I mean the CDC… Jesus…
Really? Then are the motherfuckers running around in “Hot Zones” wearing the fuckin masks because they’re fuckin ugly?
At this point, I’d believe SpongeBob over –anyone– in the Media or the Dot Gov.
Add on my betting call from yesterday:
March 1 2020 @ 21:30
In Reality Tonights DoublePlus UnGood BadThink PhoneyBaloney Numbers are:
March 1 2020 @ 23:00
I was off by 47 Infected, and 61 Dead. As far as I’m concerned, for a WAG (wild assed guess) based on my following and crunching the pattern of the numbers, I’d call that a ‘win’ infected wise, and a ‘loss’ on the dead side… 47 +/- is well within the spread IMO. Me no statistician. Me Grunt. But me good at seeing patterns. Once is coinky-dink, twice, happenstance… third time, enemy motherfuckin’ action baby.
Which means I’m figuring here, in The Tampa Bay Area, that we have –at least- 12 more cases within 7-8 days… figuring the current infected have only just now presented. That means that for the past 14 days +/- they’ve been runnin’ ’round loose, asymptomatic. Which means ring-wise, they’ve infected at least 4-6 people each, who have gone on yadda yadda… My call? 7-8 days, a somewhat largish increase in confirmed cases here in the TBA
More Later, I got a 6am appointment at the Dot Mil, (not the VA) so I remain, The Intrepid Reporter