Remember this guy? He’s the one who was huddling down with domestic terrorists who wanted to HANG the Democrats in the Maine legislature? Yeah, him. Governor of Maine. Maybe you don’t remember that, because it was, well, not all that interesting and it was, let’s face it, Maine. But, guess what. He’s called out the State Police to surround Kaci’s little house in Fort Kent to make sure she is quarantined for real and for good and for 21 days. She is fucking not leaving that house is Arnold SchwartzenPage has anything to do with it. And not we repeat NOT because he’s running for re-election in a week and is losing. And has a voting base of semi-literate trailer park meth addicts who can hardly talk, let alone do complicated television watching. Certainly not that. No, our Gov hates the idea of headlines making him look all decision makery even if the decision is based on fear and stupidity, is not backed by science and will scare people and make them threaten Kaci’s life. No, he just wants to keep the single digit population of Fort Kent safe, so he’ll be heading to court to compel this stupid whining nurse bitch to stay in her house, where she belongs in any case, cookin’ and cleanin’, even if she wasn’t going to infect one of the five or six people who live in Fort Kent with Ebola. So there’s that. However, we have another small problem, a small tiny situation, where we have placed our faith and trust in what might be becoming a rusty bucket. Dear dear Kaci is edging toward the land of it’s-all-about-me. Yes, honey, you were done bad in Newark. But you is home now. You is with the boyfriend. You is out of the tent. And while we really really really understand that you do not want to stay home just because THEY say you have to, you did just come back from taking care of Ebola patients, and remember that Dr Craig Spencer didn’t show symptoms for ten days, so it’s not totally insane that they might ask you to stay home for a couple more days, OR that you are beginning to appear not so attractive in your whining about wanting to leave the house. And there is just one more thing we have hesitated to bring up because we have liked you so much for so long and because of our mutual connection to Fort Kent, but, excuse me, where exactly are you so eager to get to, outside your house, up there in Fort Kent? Having lived there, we kind of know there is NOWHERE TO GO. Sure, you can go up the street. Okay. Fine. Then what? Walk back? THIS is what you’re fighting for? To go to Fort Kent post office? Kaci, dear, stay home for a few days. Don’t ruin all the sympathy you got in Newark. Give. It. A. Rest. As Olivia Pope would say. Listen to Olivia.
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