On this holy Sunday, I have to confess my increasing disgust for the local veteranos and veteranas. The 50+ crowd here is one of the greatest detriments to quality of life I have yet encountered in this otherwise habitable country. Every single one of them mouth breathers incapable of walking at anything close to a human speed while get out of the way.
The babushkas and the Sumner Redstones insist on ambling about. What does the zombie apocalypse look like? It looks like the Feria Tristan Narvaja before 11am on Easter Sunday when the living dead are the only bipeds out and about. The raw infirmity of the creatures the local bunnies grow into has a disturbing uncanny valley effect that only increases with continued exposure.