That's the one you picked lol? Not the no such thing as viruses eh? Well, thanks for correcting part of it I guess.
All sorts of shit could happen with H5N1. Maybe it plays out like H1N1 (Spanish Flu) as you said. Maybe the mutation that makes it transmissible between humans also makes it more like H3N2 or maybe it mutates on its own we get it just in time for the annual flu outbreak and we see a reassortment with H3N2. Or maybe the prevalence of H5N1 in farming communities gives it the chance for reassortment with H3N5 and that is what gives it the ability to transmit from human to human.
H3N2 kills all sorts of old folks.
Research showing the elderly are particularly vulnerable to severe outcomes during H3N2-dominant flu seasons: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7121031/
A study demonstrating how reassortment between H5N1 and H3N2 can lead to highly pathogenic strains: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2842136/
Anything can happen homie, it just needs time and inaction.
Edit: structure
Man, a while back I was cleaning some pistols after a range day. I was walking down the hall from my gun room/laundry room with the last one, a little woodsman .22, to the kitchen when someone rang the doorbell. I set the pistol on the bookshelf before I answered the door. 20 minutes later, the neighbor was gone, and I cleaned the guns in the kitchen, put them back in the vault, and went about my day.
Fast forward to the next week and a buddy asked if he could borrow a pistol to teach his kid. I thought I had the perfect one and went to the vault and it wasn't there. I distinctly remembered taking it to the last range day but didn't remember cleaning it. I started to get concerned because it wasn't in the range bag or my pistol case. I searched everywhere and even called the range and asked them if anyone had turned it in. After about a week of searching, I resigned myself to the fact that I had lost it. This little woodsman had some problems, and I figured if someone picked it up, they would probably take it to a gunsmith, so I called around and asked if anyone had dropped it off and, if not, to keep an eye out and gave them the serial number. I live in a small town so it was only a couple of calls.
Almost a year later I am looking for a book. I get to the bookshelf in the hall, reach up, put my hand in a clear space on an upper shelf, and there is the pistol.
The pistol on the shelf reminded me of that story, idk why I am telling it here other than I am bored. Anywho, yall have a good one.