Breaking the news:
In WaWa Land:
Ashley Parker is a “guadalupana”, but unlike the “aspirational” fantasies of populist governments who want to be open for business by the end of “la cuaresma”, or WOIst, the ones WHO assure their population that because they “happen to be poor” (apparently like the ENTIRE State of PUEBLA de Zaragoza) they won’t get hit by 100,000 cases of coronavirus victims, The Washington Post reporter appears to be advocating for science and data to measure the oncoming Tsunami of funerals expected in the “former greatest country” in the mind of gringos.
Across the Atlantic, —from Atlanta:
Brexit has come up with a case of the coodies, symptoms are mild, and sources close to them Rosbif’s say that the PM is sitting comfortably numb on an Olde English leather couch, —a lover of ROMANs, and their Empire— Boris Johnson is feeling right at the Lorem Ipsum side of the fence.
Over at The Atlanta, Georgia (dome), Brian Williams has just reported (12 hours ago, approx.) that in a surprise overtake of humanity, Atlantans in high-rise containment units have invented the Parisian sound of unison applause of appreciation for medical workers and other trades and occupations WHO remain active in the service of their community. The move, which CATCH enthusiasts called a “suplex japonés al estilo Lucha Libre” is a bold move in the pride of Parisinas, WHO normally hold the ©️, the ™️, the patent and, the ®️ trademark on inventions and discoveries under D.A.T. D.A.R.E “Old Lucky Sun”… OHhhhh, The Humanity, Mika, The—Humanity.
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