Most of the time that anyone in authority asks people not to panic is just after they’ve told them something sure to evoke panic.
The word “panic” is based on the name of the Roman god of wine, Pan. You understand its origins when you note the reactions of a get-together of middle-aged ladies who suspect the Chardonnay is about to run out.
Two things might cause public panic during a potential disaster: A lack of official information forcing people to react to false news; or, a plethora of official information forcing people to react to REAL news…
There are people who spend a lot of money on “panic rooms”. A fortified room where they can be completely safe. One wonders why they don’t just make a panic house out of the same material…
When a sudden drop in stock prices brings about a frenzied sell-off, which worsens the drop in stock prices, this is called a “financial panic”. If you are an investor, it is like watching a Godzilla movie from the point of view of the buildings he steps on…
Sometimes, panic comes on for no reason in some people. These are known as panic attacks. They can be treated with medication now which is better than in previous years when doctors relied entirely on “get over it!” and “don’t be a big baby”…
Cows tend to panic when startled as do sheep and chickens. It seems every animal we like to eat is panicky… save one: The scallop, the bravest of them all…
If you yell, “FIRE!” in a crowded movie house, it is a sure-fire way to get people hurt, stampeding for the exits; on the other hand, it is also a sure-fire way to get a really good seat when they start the movie again…
When all hope is lost, there is the “panic button”. Usually, it is unpredictable, dangerous and only works once. If I had access to one, I’d be pressing it every second of every day of my life…
They make “panic jackets” for dogs. They are brightly-colored straight-jackets for your dog, so you can do things that freak your dog out but without all the movement that usually comes with terror. Look for it in your local dog-torture emporium…
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I often thought there should be a panic party horn – its so versatile. You get to sound like you’re having fun while all the time you’re imagining a serial killer hidden in the cake.
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And serial killers seem less threatening when covering in gobs of icing…
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Unless their dressed as clowns 😦
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I think I was living in Florida when Gacy was active…
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BOO
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No more wine?
Oh! The horror…
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I know, right?
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I’ve often pondered the stoic existence of the unyielding scallop. There’s much to be learned there.
Boy, if scallops could talk . . .
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Think of the stories they could tell… assuming they were born in a very active area…
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The more I learn about the Universe. the more I wonder why we’re not all in a panic, all the time. Who has time to sit in an office when we’re floating aimlessly through space in an expanding universe going who-knows-where at the speed of light?
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And, only ninety three million miles away, there is a big ball of hydrogen bombs continuously going off…
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LOL! We’ll get there in no time!
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