I want everyone who follows me who's bitching about this shutdown to listen. Listen real close. My mother died fighting to breathe. An "unknown respiratory condition" killed her on February 18, a month before anyone in the country took this shit seriously. (keep reading, fucker)

You ever seen a fish out of water? That was my mother. Gasping, struggling, fucking begging to breathe. I've been trying to come to grips with watching her die like that. But what's really fucking me up is how many I might have infected unknowingly, walking around after her death

This shit ain't about you. This is about the people you will infect. When you were all bitching about the economy instead of people dying, I responded. You assured me you cared about PEOPLE. Well I've seen different, and you should be ashamed. You won't be, but you should be.

When you have to live with the thought of how many people you might have killed by simply going about your daily lives because you had no idea what you might've been spreading, then come talk to me. Until then, shut the fuck up and stay inside.

I hope none of you sorry motherfuckers ever have to experience what I'm going through. I truly mean that. You make me sick, but I wouldn't wish this on anyone.