Mass Shooters “at a loss” as Social Distancing deprives them of targets

INTERNET — As Americans struggle to pay rent and utilities with employers shutting down all non-essential businesses, would-be mass shooters in America are also struggling — to find targets, as well as a new meaning for their life.

Bobby Newmark of Hartford, Connecticut told reporters, “I’m at a loss. My whole life was leading up to shooting my school, and now classes are cancelled for the rest of the year. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I’m starting to lose my urge to go on a rampage, and instead of meticulously planning it out, I’m just sitting around playing video games. I’m loving this new Animal Crossing.”

Newmark shrugged and looked out his window as if remembering the distant pain of bullying, “I never even got my hands on a gun, but maybe once this Corona stuff blows over I’ll get back to life and start scheming again.”

But school shooters aren’t the only folks having a hard time adjusting to life under Quarantine. Radicalized militiaman Gerald MacClunky of Alabama stood in his front yard, saluting his Gadsden flag, “I was going to go out like a blaze of glory and prove that all other so-called mass shootings were created by the fake news media. My real shooting would put those fakes in stark contrast, and people would finally wake up and see that they’re just trying to institute gun control. But now that the security state has created this fake Corona Crisis, I ain’t even got a target.”

MacClunky took a long drag from his cigar and smashed it into the dirt. “They finally got us though, before I could get off my attack. Probably better I didn’t waste my life anyway. It’s Checkmate Liberty, for now.”

Even religious hardliners are having a hard time adapting to social distancing. ISIS coordinator Abu Ibn Bin Ahmed told reporters, “All of our best plans to attack sporting events have been put on hold. Even the wildcat improvised vehicular attacks are just impossible now, with no gatherings of people to run over.”

Bin Ahmed relaxed his tense grip on his Kalashnikov style rifle and rested it on the wall of his cave, “Many of our most hardened warriors are skipping out on meetings with their cell out of fear of Coronavirus. This whole Corona thing has shut us down big time. We were going to form an alliance with Al-Qaeda, do a great attack for the history books, beyond even 9/11, make the infidels fear Allah! But now? There’s just no way.”

Alfred Poynter, a radicalized MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way), is more positive than other radicalized killers, even seeing Coronavirus as the light at the end of the tunnel. “When Elliot Rodgers struck the first blow against the Chads and Stacys and sacrificed himself for our good, I knew that there was one day hope that beta males might have a fair shot at sex. I’m still positive we can achieve our mission, if we have to. But of all people, the disgusting sex thieves are most likely to congregate and spread virus.”

Poynter stared wistfully at his computer monitor, smiling as news of Corona scrolled across his screen. “Perhaps Corona will do our work for us, and I can just bide my time and wait for the Chads and Stacys to go extinct. Then, if I’m still not getting sex, I’ll go back to plotting. We’ll see how Corona shakes out, but I’m positive. I think I might finally get some sex once enough Chads die off.”



CORONA! A Simple Pandemic Plan from Dr. Angstrom H. Troubador

Many people have filled my inbox with general bullshit questions and they’re all panicked as hell about this Corona trash. But I’m chill because I’ve got it all down–I’m Dr. Troubador. I’ll tell you about my Simple Pandemic Plan. I’m your Quarantine Daddy.

Firstly, and most shocking, I’ve discovered you can catch Corona through the internet! The latest mutation encodes its DNA into a digital bitmap image which is then invisibly watermarked into a stale meme, and it reassembles the new COVID-20 strain within your eyeballs, blinding you within two weeks. But during those two weeks you’ll spread it with every meme you share! If you want to avoid COVID-20, stay right the hell away from Ugandan Knuckles.

But what can you do about Corona? How do you know you have it? Well with the lack of tests out there, I decided there’s a quick and easy test you can do yourself to find out. You’ll need seventeen feet of toilet paper, maybe more. Load it down with rubbing alcohol and wrap a thermometer in it. Then put it out in the sun for 12 hours, crack open the mercury with a ball-peen hammer, and finally soak the toilet paper in your blood. If it turns into a nice dark indigo, you’re safe. If it turns blackish purple, you’ve caught a deadly pandemic. Easy, simple. Anyone can do it.

I’ve seen these pictures of people hoarding all kinds of bullshit. Toilet paper? Milk? Are you fucking kidding me? I say stock up on Mountain Dew. Nothing else will keep your energy levels high and your morale up during the months and possibly years of seclusion to come. Personally I’ve bought over ten cases of Mountain Dew Gamer Fuel for the coming days. That caffeinated sugar rush will probably knock out any Wuhan Flu at the first symptom.

Personal safety is very important. Many people are just now buying their first firearms to defend themselves from Coronavirus. Remember, keep your safety off and the chamber loaded so that if someone starts to cough or sneeze you can eliminate them before their deadly pandemic mist reaches your nostrils. The cleansing burst of burning gunpowder should sanitize the air in every direction twenty feet around you. Don’t hesitate to keep firing because these infected people tend to travel in packs.

Now is the time to invest in stocks, gold, real estate, and bitcoins. When the sick and old are all dead or dying, the per capita income of the average person is going to shoot through the roof. Personally, I believe that gold is the safest of all investments because it has a sterile surface that cannot become infected, even by the supervirus AIDS.

Pray? Go ahead, if you think it will help. But for God’s sake, avoid that ‘communion’ thing. Imagine the germs going around when all those old geezers are down on their knees in some dirty cushion, slurping at that same wine chalice, munching on those wafers with crumbs flying all over the choir. That’s a prayer that will send you straight to hell. If you’re a Muslim, get an antimicrobial prayer mat, wash it after each use. Just use some common sense, people. We all know God’s just a sweet man-made illusion designed to give us a feeling of total mastery anyway, so might as well pray safe.

If there’s one thing you don’t want to do it’s go out to eat. The last place you want to be right now is at Taco Bell, chomping down on some bad food that already makes you sick to begin with, now fried up by some infected teen who just took a hard hit off the communal vape and coughed all over your two number nines. No amount of fire sauce will burn the Corona off that shit. Hell, the only way they’ll let you stay home from work at Taco Bell is if you can prove you don’t have Corona. Stay the hell away from fast food, if you’ve got any sense at all.

And finally, here’s my tip for working at home. Just load up every piece you have, roll every blunt you’ve got the very first thing in the morning. Get a good wake and bake going. That way you’ll save hours and hours of wasted time that might interrupt your hard at work, and you’ll gain a lot of focus that will help you power through the urge to watch TV and play video games. But when you do eventually break down and load up Call of Duty Warzone, you won’t waste a second because that gravity bong will already be packed and ready to go. When 5am rolls around and you still haven’t finished the day’s work, you won’t have to hesitate because you’ll have a joint ready for the last minute rush to get shit done. Trust me on this one, and you’ll be fine.


The Gift: Coronavirus cases double overnight as healthy people infect themselves through “pos parties”

NEW YORK—As people in the community become face-touch weary, and some even consciously desire coronavirus infection, disturbing new trends of risky behavior have pushed the rate of new infections in New York higher than any other state in the US, all to the mantra of “don’t test, don’t tell.”

Using darknet sites for promotion and connection, a community of maskless, gloveless “barebackers” (those who venture out into the city without personal protective equipment) is flourishing. This includes bug chasers who host conversion parties where participants actively seek the gift of COVID-19 novel coronavirus infection.

Greg Moreland was once an articulate, well-spoken young man who moved to New York from the Midwest in search of a welcoming, presumably healthy, community. He became a bug chaser and actively sought the gift of coronavirus. When Greg became infected with the virus, he felt a sense of belonging to a community of badass, battle-scarred, corona-infected motherfuckers. He is now dealing with the unexpected severity of his illness.

Greg now suffers from sore throat, runny nose, and a dry cough.

Tensions are running high in both directions, as people pass each other in the street. Some are running to the nearest airports, away from viral epicenters. They pass others going the opposite way, headed straight into the throbbing epicenter of full-blown coronavirus, a glowing orange pile of bodies, lit up by thousands of pulsating pos parties, where one secret guest per party is infected with the contagious virus.

“We just want to hurry up and get it already, and get it over with, so we don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

–Noted psychoanalyst, community activist, and gift-giver Dr. Angstrom H. I.V. Ladour, MD, author of Pandemic Hellscapes and You: A Man’s Guide to Surviving Pangolin Flu.

To offer some indication of just how widespread the parties have become, Dr. Ladour said the wife of the Spanish Prime Minister has tested positive for Coronavirus, while the Prime Minister himself feels left out and ashamed, cucked by an exotic new virus.

“Corona is Latin for crown, HIS crown.”

If you are interested in hosting or locating a pos party in your area, please contact the Internet Chronicle resident orgyman, Christopher Nemelka at [email protected].

Thank you, and may God have mercy on our Mormon souls.