November 4

Will Rogers (b. 1879)


Rabies would produce a similar effect.  Even a normally gentle dog, as the infection attacked the brain, might descend into the “furious phase.”  Growling and agitated, unwilling to be touched.  Provoked by the slightest movement.

Lashing out.  Biting.  Scratching.

The human equivalent of such behavior is terrible.  It’s so personal — words chosen to wound, directed at strangers (“Only an idiot would drive/walk/breathe like that,” or, “You’re too stupid to live”), at loved ones (“Every minute with you is torture,” or, “I can’t bear to look at you anymore”), at children (“I wish you’d never been…”).

Biting words.  Then actual bites, too.   Scratching like animals, but with added assistance from sharp weapons.

The brain-altering infection spread quickly.  Suddenly, people hated each other.

And they acted on it.

Medical professionals were too busy attacking each other to discover a cure.

As violence raged in the streets, peacekeepers tried to spread calm.  They chanted “Love thy Neighbor,” repeated Will Rogers’ famous saying, “I never met a man I didn’t like,” or insisted “We’re all in this together.”  Then their furious phase kicked in, and these gentle souls tore each other apart.

Because you possessed a rare, natural immunity to the infection, you’re one of the few survivors.  Unfortunately, you witnessed first-hand the many terrible things that people did to each other.

You hate them for it.