Gosh, have I touched the sweat or saliva of someone who has Ebola? I don’t think so. On the other hand, I did just ride public transportation and take airplanes, where who knows what bodily fluids are caked on every door, railing, seat and lap table. So … should I take Vox’s word for it that there is not only a Bridge to Gaza but also no Ebola threat? I don’t know! I’m kind of thinking no?

More than anything, though, I just want reporters to stop lecturing me about how interest and concern about the deadly Ebola virus means I’m panicking. I’m not panicking. But I’m sure as heck not going to calm down because the same profession that knows little about everything else in the world is telling me that they’ve totally got this complex viral outbreak down pat.

I don’t know if we’re just witnessing some sort of dramatic self-soothing technique or if it’s disdain for typical Americans or if it’s some kind of psychological trauma related to jouranlists’ inability to deal with the failures of the administrative state and progressive ideology. And I don’t care. But there is no doubt that the single most annoying thing about media coverage of Ebola is the hair-trigger response of some to disdain any discussion of Ebola as panic.