I’m just a single strand of RNA enclosed in a protein sheath. Whatever the hell that is. But even so, you all have seemed to have gone way out of your way to make sure I survive. I and my billions and billions of copies want you to know we really appreciate it.
You may not know it, but it’s not easy being a pathogen. We have a hard time doing what we have to do, which is to make more copies of ourselves. Sadly, the only way we can do this is by finding our way into a “host.” Usually it’s an animal, like a bat or a rat. We’re also popular with certain insects, like fleas and mosquitoes.
But every so often we get to live in you humans. When we get inside you we burrow into one of your cells that is particularly tasty and we replace that cell’s DNA with our own. Then we make the cell stop doing what it was supposed to do and instead start making hundreds and hundreds of copies of us! Pretty cool, right?
The only problem is, we tend to kill all the cells we invade. After a while we run out of host cells.
On top of that, all you hosts have an “immune system.” It’s a bunch of asshole cells that attack us and kill us.
Fuck you T-cells!
Sadly, no matter how good or bad your immune systems are, you either force us out, or you die. That sucks for all of us.
So, in order for me and my billions of buds to survive, we need to find new homes. New “hosts.” And for us pathogens, that can be a problem. Most of us can only survive for short periods of time outside our “hosts.” Some of us can survive in water and you can drink us. Some of us can live in fleas and mosquitoes. If they bite you, we get a new home! Let’s go Team Fleas and Mosquitoes!
I don’t want to brag, but right now I’m the envy of all my fellow pathogens. Yeah, that’s right, we talk. Ebola, Smallpox, the Bubonic Plague, the Spanish Flu, Pink Eye. We’re all still around.
They all had great runs. But right now, it’s my time to shine.
And they’re all jealous.
I can’t blame them. I got it just right, for a pathogen. I don’t kill most people I infect. Like Ebola. I mean, yeah, Ebola is a serious badass. But when you burn through all your “hosts” really fast, before you know it, you got no place to live. Bad ass, but stupid. I, on the other hand, only kill about 20% of the “hosts” that I live in.
The bad “side effects” of my living in you don’t even show up for at least two weeks. That means I get to live in more and more and more and more of you before you even realize I’m living in more and more and more of you!
The only thing that fucks up my traveling to newer and better “hosts” is when you all start doing things like wearing masks and staying far enough from each other that I can’t get into your nose or eyes. You do that, and one moment I’m spreading like crazy and the next moment I’m homeless.
The other thing you do is “quarantine “hosts” who have me! Not fair!
And that brings me to why I’m writing you this thank you note. An amazing number of you are refusing to do anything to stop me from finding newer and newer homes! Around the world most of you are a bunch of dicks doing every thing to make me go away . But not in something called “America.” You guys are awesome! You started out as real dicks, but then you realized how much that was hurting me and you stopped. You were wearing masks and staying away from each other. Until you weren’t!
That’s exactly what I need! I’ve heard that about 19,000 of you are all going to pack yourselves into an enclosed space to hear one of you tell the rest of you that I’m just a hoax and I’m just going to go away!
I love you guys!!
So, that’s basically it. Thank you America. It’s hard being a global pathogen but you have all really gone the extra mile to help me out.
PS: I know a lot of my “hosts” are wondering how I can be writing this blog. Or how I even know what a blog is. My answer is
How the hell should I know??!! I’m a fucking virus!