 All right, you know who I feel bad for here? I feel bad for the folks at the Mexican restaurant. The family out for a delicious meal. They're eating their chips and salsa. They're slurping their Baptist martinis. And they're minding their own business. And along comes President Super Spreader. He's going over, bending down, sniffing the kids, and shaking hands and whatnot. And the next thing you know, he's been diagnosed with the China virus.