The scientist said it was a slaughter, not like the image of a slaughter — some gruesome battle with swords slashing and hammers crushing and guts gushing all over what had been a field of corn. Or what use to take place in the old Chicago Stock Yards on a daily basis. No, this slaughter happened under the the most sanitary of conditions in hospitals all over the land, places designed to keep people alive but the patients were dropping like flies, like what eventually would happen to the fly that settled into the Veep’s white coif, but a slaughter nevertheless, initiated and carried out by the one who was entrusted with the privilege and responsibility to protect the people — yes, him, The Slaughterer. And now he wants his political enemies jailed. That would make him The Jailer, too. That's our virus infected, Super Spreader, Jailer, Slaughterer. By January 20, there will be more labels, if we are still around to label him anymore.