Untold Millions ≠ 15 Cases

ADDENDUM: If there are problems accessing the above RoyLab Stats RealTime Counter, try Clicking Here.

This post’s headline refers to Donald J. Trump’s fallacious (02/26/20) coronavirus claim…

“You have 15 people, and the 15 within a couple of days is going to be down to close to zero.”

As accurate and current as this Real Time Counter is, what it fails to report are the uncounted tears; of the patients, the medical professionals who are trying to save them, and last but not least, all who are mourning those, who did not make it back home… well… at least not back to their homes found on earth.

BTW…  if you’ve been guessing that coronavirus will soon be done with us… GUESS AGAIN!

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

Stay on Board with the following life saving advice, too…

[1] Scrub hands often (at least 20 seconds each time), [2] Cover all coughs and sneezes, [3] Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth, [4] Observe social distancing protocols (remain at least 2 meters / 6 feet apart, [5] Wear protective face masks in public, [6] Avoid large crowds, [7] socially isolate at home, [8] Self-quarantine if you’re feeling ill / seek medical professionals’ help if necessary, [9] Know that you can be asymptomatic and still be spreading COVID-19 to others, and [10] Some epidemiologists now believe mere speaking can shed coronavirus; human airborne “droplets” remaining contagious for long periods of time. Ergo, it’s possible to contract COVID-19 even if you are the only one in the vicinity. Our best defense is to WEAR OUR MASKS every time we’re in public… watch video, below, for further details…

 

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Another Rainout?

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Pregame Show: With Major League Baseball’s 2021 World Series slated to run 10/26 thru 11/03, and my being a Detroit Tigers fan for sixty years, the diamond related metaphors will abound in today’s post. Here’s my play-by-play / pitch…

Upon my springtime arrival at WordPress Coliseum for the opening of the 2016 season, along with my laptop, dictionary and thesaurus, I unpacked my open ears. I mean, in this game, being a good listener is paramount. Hey, why do you suppose our creator made damned sure our tympanic membranes would outnumber our tongues 2 to 1?

Hey, what can I say? Lovers of the game do obsess over statistics.

Anyway, ever since my first at bat (first post), I’ve had high hopes that my views on life, in general, and the political scene, in particular, would be akin to base hits; maybe the occasional home run. That post, post game, I’d inspire a few (comment section) chats with teammates (followers) and, maybe, even a few visiting team players (passersby), alike. After all, comments do add dimension to issues that I’ve likely missed.

Anyway, a post without comments is akin to a dreary, rained out game. And it’s all those on the horizon, almost daily, gray rainstorm clouds that have got me wondering (worrying a bit, too) about whether or not I’m a monumental bore?

If that’s, indeed, so, why do spirited conversations come so easy to me in the real world?

Case in point, once I depart WordPress for the virtual homeward bound “commute”, I’ve ofttimes found my next door neighbor ready for many a lengthy and lively over the backyard fence confab. And you know what? I’ve never seen her yawn. Nope, not even once.

Suffice to say, these past five seasons, nearly all of my posts, have wound up rained soaked; and that’s dispiriting.

Maybe my thoughts are Uninspiring? Unsophisticated? Irrelevant? Inconsequential? Incomprehensible? Annoying? Antagonistic? Polarizing? Outmoded? Out of step (within our regrettably regressive right wing world)? Depressing (to readers ISO a mood elevating pep talk or escapism)?

Hey, I’m a big-leaguer (15 year veteran blogger) who’s sufficiently humble, objective and grounded to consider all the above.

So, for now, here I am; seated in the WordPress dugout in the late innings; plenty of time on my hands (hey. it’s baseball!) for thinking prior to my next at bat.

I do know this is not the first and won’t be the last time I’ll be talking to myself. Just keepin’ it real, folks. Nope, not about to cry in my virtual beer.

Besides, my team manager (my conscience) reminds me that booze ain’t allowed until the game’s final OUT; preferably in celebration of a well played game’s victory.

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How about a Fast Food Fast?

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Forward: The below mentioned, fast food behemoth shall remain nameless as will its CEO. Opting for anonymity is not only wise within a litigious society, it also serves as a reminder of how, within a business world awash in copycats, we’re not discussing a freakish anomaly.

To say the least…

For nearly seven decades, a notorious junk food purveyor and his predecessors have been persuasively detouring gullible consumers down a one way, dead end road; emphasis on the word DEAD.

To say more…

These customers wind up pigging out on foodstuffs devoid of life sustaining, essential nutrients; overloaded with saturated fat, excess sodium and sugar; all the while, watching their ill-advised, sickening, dietary choices enlarge into an entire, unhealthy (albeit short-lived) lifestyle,

The youngest of these patrons are particularly vulnerable to this company’s manipulation, when tiny toys, trinkets and other worthless swag get served alongside their grub; when aired and streamed weekend cartoons’ adverts trot out their corporate stooge / playful mascot; the affable doofus whose main mission is to deviously indoctrinate these tykes; relentlessly reprogram them until they morph into inveterate, junk food junkies.

In time, when morbid obesity induced, critical illnesses start to strike down these unfortunate youngsters, guess what?

Lo and behold, oft too little and too late, it’s the corporate monsters to the “rescue”. You see, they’ve, oh so conveniently, erected multiple hundreds of pediatric care hospitals to house both their self-made, gravely ill patients; as well as their worried sick folks.

Little doubt, such a corporate gesture has less to do with displaying genuine compassion; more to do with helping Mister Moneybags back-burner whatever vestigial guilt he MIGHT be “feeling”.

Granted, even an unintentional merciful act is a wonderful thing, and, beyond that, it IS the very least he could do. But, how about doing more?

Look, I’m not about to suggest that he shutter his eateries. All I’m asking is why not, instead, supply healthier food to his ravenous captives? In time, once the demand for junk food wanes, he might even be able to shutter a few of his hospitals.

Or better yet, repurpose them so their medical staffs would wind up caring for all who are ailing; both physically and fiscally.

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Postcard To Posterity

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Dear Citizens,

In Theory: a civilized enlightened society’s charter
grants and guarantees Freedom of Speech Rights to
All; blind-eyes demographics; even political stripe.
In Practice, The authors of such sublime covenants
will presciently, sagaciously, vigilantly and valiantly
smooth out their words’ wrinkles; lest the citizenry
foolishly misconstrue or malevolently misuse them;
lest anyone’s speech ever incite imminent, lawless
action(s) that’d overthrow said enlightened society.

Sincerely,
The Founders

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Sure Bets

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On 01/22/2021, in a fleeting moment of lunacy, Democratic Michigan Governor Gretchen Whitmer’s signed legislation opened the online gambling house and sports betting floodgates. Her way of placating the vast legions (or is that lesions?) of her state’s hardcore conservative, corrupt, crybaby, wallowing in wealth, income tax scofflaws? Of making damned sure they’ll never pay their fair share of taxes?

Hmm… that these righties will still NEVER vote for her sounds like a Sure Bet!

Anyway, this now means that raising sufficient revenue to keep our home state plodding along, heavily depends upon how successful the scum of the earth, opportunistic casino owner-operator-pigs can manipulate the gullible sheeple.

To flesh out this looming human tragedy: According to our Bureau of Labor Statistics (as of February 2021) that targeted for coercion audience involves anywhere from 600,000 to 1,000,000 on the pandemic dole, down on their luck Michiganders.

In other words, the very people who can least afford to lose whatever few bucks they may still have are gambling and losing whatever few bucks they may still have.

So, what happens when the monthly mortgage or rent / auto loan / utility bills all come due? When the fridge and cupboard are bare? When the in tatters kiddies need new threads? I can only imagine the brewing and erupting marital discord / domestic violence / family infighting when all of these unfortunate souls’ next “wardrobe” change involves the one-size-fits all, shabby street life.

One thing worse than the gambling, itself: Ever since, Whitmer’s* chain of “Hard Knocks” Casinos have collectively thrown open their virtual front door, their parasitic bosses have been shoveling in their untold wealth to fuel media saturation buys; i.e., to unleash advertising campaigns that leave no media streams and airwaves unpolluted; no nanosecond of each day untapped; inclusive of sunrise Sunday time slots.

*Since she OK’d ‘em she now (metaphorically) owns ’em, too!

My God, how disturbed does a person have to be to wake up, whip out his device and start wagering on a Sunday morn? Hell, why not stuff that dough into a house of worship’s collection plate, instead?

In a past post I spoke very highly of our guv. Guess I spoke too soon, huh?

So, WTF would it take to get these gambling hell holes to give it all a rest? A REST? Hmm, how about ARREST?

NOPE, since all they do breaks no laws, that ain’t gonna happen! That means avoidance of their insufferable, ceaseless ad blitzkriegs will necessitate shutting down my TV’s antenna/amplifier and PC’s router/modem.

Hmm… to me, that sounds like a Sure Bet!

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Sketchy Stick Figures

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Let’s draw out stick-figure, self-proclaimed princesses/princes
Their flaccid, hollow, sketchy, non-accomplishments’ pretense
Their ballyhooed success stories, that, once sunlight exposed
Play out as horror stories before spot-on, paupers’ eagle eyes

The snotty haughty squint down, upturned, scrunched snouts
They taunt, tout; trot out their I-did-it-so-can-you-too tutorials
Intended to edify us “slobs”; well aware of their discordant irony
How, sans a doubt, these swaggering snobs did NOT do it at all

It is the oft ill-gotten financial coups, that prop up uppercrusters
Their high-rise, high and mighty, solid gold, goldbricking lifestyle
All craftily set atop the preexisting foundation; Long Established
By their well-heeled daddies; the gaggle of countless ancestors

“Too big to fail” elitists, who trumpet untold, quasi-legal triumphs
Who frolic in obscene prosperity; traffic in ugly white supremacy
Believe their excrement emits freshly plucked daisies’ fragrance
When, in all honesty, they can stink up a privy with the best of us

The affluent know not of their nation’s heritage & core principles
Errantly reckon their flags’ thin fabric gauges patriotism’s depth
Chickenhawks all, who provoke needless, endless, win-less wars
To be fought not by the rich wolf, but by the poor sacrificial lamb

The opulent ilk swim in the cesspool of sycophancy and cultism
No questions asked, they’ll go on a raze the homeland rampage
At the drop of their fascistic, narcissistic sore loser hero’s red hat
The guilty exonerated/further emboldened by swim-mate judges

One would expect gratitude to waft off of the billionaires’ attitude
To swathe numbnuts feds who grant ‘em extravagant tax breaks
And top cops, who blind eye anarchists/scofflaws/usurers/grifters
But, not in a land where the hoity-toity always trump the hoi polloi

Let’s compare and contrast high society’s shallow Hallies & Hals
To trusty Janes & Joes who, for entire lifetimes, struggle & strive
To do everything ethically and strategically right, yet, in The End
Have little to show for our honest labors’ Blood, Sweat and Tears

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Dear Joe

Dear Joe,

Excuse my exasperation and skepticism, but, just what the hell is left for real Americans to hope for when the other side of the pandemic involves:

  • a looming, climate changed, unfit for humankind, scorched Earth
  • mass murderer targeted school houses, houses of worship, etc.
  • police departments seething with bigotry, brutality and militancy
  • the ever-deepening Have-It-Alls and Have Nothings chasm
  • our Supreme/Federal benches overloaded with hardliner rightie judges
  • workers forced to endure non-living wages and union busting
  • free, fair elections mucked up by anti-American state legislators
  • a U.S. Senate hamstrung by DINO’s, the filibuster and parliamentarian
  • the too lenient punishment of the January 6th terrorists / their leader DJT
  • an electorate comprised of up to 75 million who plot to re-empower DJT

Let’s not mince words. The apparently getting off scot-free (AGAIN) Donald J. Trump has a massive ego, which won’t permit him to pass up another bid for reelection and, come 2024, win or lose, he will wield the power to paint the town; paint America blood red.

In Victory: DJT, obviously, will regain command of the military and will wind up seated atop a nuclear arsenal as considerable as his ass, itself; such deadly power proving more than adequate to enforce his “official” overthrow of Democracy; thereby denying life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness / the entire American Dream to all (save for himself and perhaps his immediate family).

In Defeat: DJT will, once again, dredge up the trope that non-existent, widespread voter fraud had denied him victory and then, promptly rally / deploy his vast private army of domestic terrorists STAT; send these insurrectionists on a bat-crap crazy rampage / assault that’ll likely dwarf what real America witnessed (and barely survived) back on January 6th.

Mr. President, far be it for this man, who voted for you, to tell you how best to live up to your Oath of Office, but, in my (History) book, this is not a Kumbaya Moment; one where your affable, camp counselor / Mister Rogers personae and gentlemanly demeanor will suffice.

That’s about all the strength this true blue, peaceable, private citizen can muster, today.

I sure as hell hope and pray that, when needed, you can summon whatever it takes to keep the peace; to preserve, protect and defend our beloved America.

Wishing you / your loved ones all the best life has to offer,

Tom

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P.S. ~ Since early 2020, this is how I’ve been ending all my posts…

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BioPic Trailer: Quick Limerick #111

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To run down biopic: Dumbo Encumbered
Into our lives, orange white elephant lumbered
He’d trumpet sick, toxic isms
To dredge societal schisms
Caused Covid dolor and death; ‘cause he slumbered

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Y a www XSive Xistence is UnYs

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Here’s why an online excessive existence is unwise:

Let’s say that we’re overly dependent on:

  • Streamed reportage to stay abreast of current events
  • Streamed music, movies and TV to amuse / entertain
  • Social networks to act as our digital photo repositories
  • E-commerce to purchase goods and peddle our wares
  • E-banking / E-bill paying to manage all of our finances

Now, let’s say that, someday, some devil-may-care electorate permits a cultist to rise to power; perhaps some narcissistic, fascistic, morbidly obese, bleach blonde, tousled hairdo’d dude with troweled on orange, clown make-up?

To keep it all real, what would stop that asshat from staging a coup d’état? Hey, it’s been tried before!

The top priority of any till-death-do-us-part type tyrant would be to sever all communication. And what could be easier than his throwing the Internet Kill Switch

The net effects of a net-less nation / world being:

  • Molded-over fake news; molded to flatter that Fascist bastard
  • A dispirited, disconsolate, alienated from loved ones populace
  • Consumers unable to secure life’s essential products/services
  • Entrepreneurs discovering their E-businesses shuttered tight
  • Frozen assets and the consequent inability to pay off creditors

There you have it folks. The unfed minds and bodies; unpaid mortgage/rent and energy bills would, quite literally, leave the huddled, miserable masses out in the cold.

In other words…

To abandon our in-print books, periodicals, newspapers, cardboard covered photo albums, in person theatrical performances / concerts, as well as brick and mortar businesses, could quite easily herald the demise of any robust, full-bodied healthy and happy society.

Exactly how far beyond that it could go, would depend, for the most part, upon the degree of the mercurial tyrant’s zealousness / doggedness.

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