20/20 Gonzo 30: Land Of Creepy People

For reasons known only to him, this maniac, partially masked fool screamed for me to "wear a maaaaask!" while hanging out the passenger side window of a baby blue minivan.  I was riding up a hill on Eldorado Parkway, my home turf, on the Trek Marlin 5, recently acquired with some of my economic stimulus money.  First off, it's a cowardly way to protest.  In a minivan, going 45 MPH, no chance at a rebuke, no chance for a retort.  Finally, fuck him.

These virus geniuses come in all types.  Some over-informed, can't make out what they're saying, contradicting data that is statistically valid or not.  Some partially informed, with a touch of fear always, they whip up the worry, they fret.  Then the know nothing know-it-alls, the worst, just enough terminology, just enough lingo to influence a significant amount of people, usually they are wrong, but they are loud and without much class, like the cowardly mask shamer previously described.  Then the clueless, the world should treat them better, they are clueless, they know not.

In the land of creepy people, Washington D.C., the show continues.  Like professional wrestling, we know it's all fake.  There is skill involved, for sure, but all the sane among us take it for what it is, and it has gotten old.  Ratings are down, the lame will fold, darwinistic capitalism and the lovers of liberty will thrive.  Unmasked, unanonymous.