Orange Is the New Death
or: Listen Up, Dipsh•ts
Whatever the Virus-in-Chief tells you to do, DON'T DO IT! Look to those he insults for information and instruction.
Anyone tells you it's time to let Grammy and Pop-Pop shuffle off this mortal coil for their personal profit, let them lead by example. Then, cut the others off. Whatever they want, money, viewer-ship, votes... don't give it to them.
When snake oil selling false prophets insist you congregate in dangerous numbers while emptying your pockets into their bottomless coffers, remember this: Your buddy, Jesus, says that private prayer is more than allowed, it's recommended.
Wash those hands, no swappin' spit with strangers, the produce section is not a cough-a-torium.
Happy (socially distant) Trails
Smitty