TL-DR Dept. Kreemé's Kovid Klinic©!

Adam and Eve in Eden, yesterday

In these times of troubled times, we could all use some comforting and wise words to help us live in these times in which we're livin' in. Who better to ask than curvy Kreemé (19), th' Isle O' Foam©'s Senior Entertainment & Media Outreach Officer?

Luckily, my trusty Pifco Brand® tape recorder caught our conversation as we relaxed surfside yesterday, and I transcribe it here for the benefit of th' Four Or Five Guys© what have made th' Isle O' Foam© their home from home!

FT3: I love that color on you. What is it, blue? A tad faster - whoopsie! That got it ...
K: Ew ...
FT3: So, Kreemé - have you got a message for the 4/5 Guys what will give much-needed comfort and solace like unto that which you just gave me?
K: Um ... no. I guess.
FT3: Okay, no biggie ...
K: You can say that again.
FT3: Let's ask Ed up in the Treehouse Of Blessed Forgetfulness© [activates tin can and string communications technology] Ed? Talk to th' Four Or Five Guys© about covid while I rinse off here ...

Ed builds treehouse, yesterday

Ed: Okay. First thing is, the world isn't going to get back to "normal" - the fuck that is - for a couple years. One year to find and test the vaccine, another to roll it out to the slobs in the street. During this time, the global economy is going to collapse, and the money/food/water issue is going to get as serious as the virus.
FT3: Gee, thanks, Ed. Glad I asked.
Ed: Second thing, the planet's taking a breather from all the harm we've done to it. Skies are clearer. Oceans a little cleaner already. Wildlife is venturing into the streets. The human race is a viral threat to the earth. Sure, we've done some swell things - the Pisces Aquarius Capricorn & Jones album ... Fisherman's Friend© Choco Mentho Mint Lozenges ... Tuesday Weld ... but on the whole, we fucked the place up badly. The earth is not about us. And there are just too many people. Nature tries to cull us from time to time, put us in our place. It's cool.
FT3: Cool? A fucking pandemic is sweeping the earth and millions of people are going to die in misery and you say it's cool?
Ed: Well, yeah, fuck it. We were all going to die anyway.
FT3: You got any advice in the mean time, the inbetween time?
Ed: The mean time, the inbetween time is the only time we ever get, but yeah - don't follow the news too much - make your own. Hey - I found some Fat Freddy's Cat comics in the crawlspace!
FT3: The Treehouse of Blessed Forgetfulness© has a crawlspace?
Ed: Yeah - it's called the earth, man [FX: theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey] and it's a wonderful place. Or it could be, again. No airlines, cruise ships ... in a gadda da vida ...

You skipped straight from Kreemé's picture to here, you rascal you! Well, that's okay. Today's Pandemic Panacea is a bunch - maybe all - of Fat Freddy's Cat comics. Enjoy, compadres!