Tuberculosis? Nah, I'll get married instead.

Ok, so the dude has a pretty much impossible to kill strain of TB, for which he will have to have surgery and a year of convalescence. So what does he do? He fucking flies to Greece to get married (for fuck's sake).

Then he's told he can't come back to the US. So he flies to Canada and drives back into the US because--get this--he's afraid he will DIE without treatment here.

So here's a guy with ZERO empathy for anyone. I'm sick, but dammit, I want to get married, when I want to, where I want to. Fuck those people on the plane. Fuck my wedding guests. Fuck the caterers and the officiant. Fuck my wife. Fuck them all. I want what I want.

I'm sick, but dammit, I must get home to be treated so I won't die. Fuck those people on the planes. Fuck the CDC, trying to let me die in Italy. Fuck everyone I come into contact with driving home.

I bet this fucking guy drives a Mercedes.

As an aside, I'm glad to know that a no-fly list works so well. Yea Team!