The metamorphosis

It so happened that during the night, Gregor Samsa was turned into a truther.

He could no longer communicate sensibly with other people. His theories, which he spouted endlessly were as logical as claiming eggs are cubical because they are not round.

He dribbled, from the moment it began , about a neferious kabal, about a global conspiracy . it was founded on Cicero's "who shall profit" principal. Asserting wildly that coffee producers, diaper and TP manufacturers and face mask wholesalers had been working secretly to develop a perfect market opportunity. It all moved according to their plan, he said. There was no danger, there was no need to vaccinate, there was no wrongdoing, or massively so, I am not sure. Humanity to him became a giant dog, chasing its tail.

He renounced punctuation marks, he rnounced large denomination bills , which he feared were bugged.

Obviously this did not sit well with reality.

He refused to wash vegetables. He abstained from using iodine, after the scrap with the police.

He became gangrenous in mind, long before in body.

Oddly, the metamorphosis, did not change him into a fruitfly or a cockroach, it just left him vulnerable to uncertainty and tge harsh environment. I wish there was something that could be done. With a name like that, I doubt his truther allies will long accept him.