A corona is typically a pretty thing: a crown, a halo. Something that confers authority or holiness or innocence.
So the name coronavirus does not seem at all fitting. This virus is a rampaging predator. Its only function is to take over the cells of its host (meaning us), seize the machinery, and churn out millions of copies of itself, each of which goes on to do the same.
What is the point of this life-form, God, I ask you? Does it do a single good thing?
I'm disgusted with the lack of planning and foresight that went into the evolution of this organism. Today, God, I don't like you, not at all.
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