Avoiding the Covid Cloud

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• Be we vaxxed or not…
• Be it coronavirus classic or any of its uber-contagious/deadly variants…
• Be it via a cough, sneeze or mere word of mouth…

The upper and lower respiratory systems can billow forth deadly droplets loaded with coronavirus (with alarming efficiency); such hazardous, deadly Covid Clouds floating about long after their creators have left the vicinity. And, if these plumes EITHER envelop someone below the minimum, vaccination age of 12 years OR an immunocompromised person, such victims’ days could easily be numbered.

Speaking of numbers… the 2020 census takers recorded 331,449,281 people dwelling in America. Of that figure, 48 Million are under age 12 and 10 Million others have impaired immune systems. This calcs out at (at least) 58 Million particularly vulnerable folks, who constitute 17.5% of our general population.

Rounding that slightly upward to 20% (for the sake of simplifying calculations), that’d mean, regardless of one’s vaccination status, we are all potential health threats to the nearly 1 outta 5 people we’re supposed to still be socially distancing from. And, we can likely extrapolate this stat; i.e.to guesstimate what may be occurring worldwide.

Speaking of worldwide conditions… let’s call out the global gaggle of problem child, empty-headed Trump imitators, who, just like their mentor, all suck at leadership; so much so, they create leadership vacuums. My gawd, they’re so committed to committing mass murder (via their anti-vaxx mindset and anti-mask mandates) that were they local level, private citizens, by now, the carnage they’ve unleashed would’ve gotten each of them, tried, convicted and lodged within either a lead barred or foam rubber padded cell.

Just where they fit within the abnormal psychology spectrum can prove quite the challenge to nail down. However, to spitball a couple notions, methinks these sickos are EITHER cannibals, who scarf down a Covid cadaver or more, per day OR they’re necrophiliacs, who deem such dead bodies as… uh… shall we say… ahem… their “love interests”?

Whatever the (head) case may be… these non-leaders have utterly abandoned us. As such, it’s incumbent upon us all to think independently; to act promptly, proactively and persistently. There’s absolutely no harm in our doubling down. And even if we wind up erring on the side of caution, WTF would be wrong with that?

Which means we must flat-out defy any Grim Reaper leader, who’s dying to Covid us to death. And for us to hang tough ain’t all that tough.

It all boils down to our NOT being anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers! Re such face coverings, it’s merely a piece of life saving cloth. If you’ve yet to do so, grow up and learn to (literally) live with that, new reality, Fact of Life!

Look, it’s a non-negotiable, moral imperative for us to look out for one another, especially when it concerns these 1 out of 5 vulnerable members of our human family.

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Political Poetic Parable

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Narrative:

Righties’ twofold ambition: untold, unneeded wealth;
Unchecked and unbalanced; parliamentary heft

They’ll pay no never-mind; re their crashed mental health
Stand atop rickety platform; good ideas / ideals bereft

They bludgeon common folk constituents; with that dense drama
Render poor jobless and homeless; bloodied by intense trauma

When Stockholm Syndrome / gaslighting; gets huddled masses to cower
Their rash votes snag for brash Righties; till-death-do-us-part power

Moral:

When rank and file find unmet needs; atop hard to reach shelves
That’s far too oft, self-inflicted; since they vote ‘gainst themselves

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Dissing Discombobulation

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Let’s disclose and discuss; each discouraging day
Our sense of disquiet, disgust, dispirit, dismay

We witness disaster, disease, discontent, disarray
Let’s disassemble, below, ills to dis; blow away

Spot the discordant despots; subjects can’t disobey
The fade from view, disenfranchised; who still have no say

Discrimination, discovered; that distasteful display
Disinformation, unchecked, exacts high price to pay

Dishonesty taints; stains souls in hues; dismal gray
Infrastructure’s disheveled; discolored environs’ ashtray

We must disallow, disavow, now; disown tyrants who bray
Discredit their social ills; discard ‘em; keep ‘em at bay

Both disbelievers / disciples, can dispatch life; forward sway
The former will earnestly hope; the latter will solemnly pray

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Cocky Republicans Re-Intro Jim Crow

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Voting Rights Activist Stacey Abrams, U.S. Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer and U.S. House Representative Val Demings (all on behalf of the Democratic Party), have been staging an advertising blitz, of late; namely, beseeching We the People to sign their online petitions.

Based upon the ads that I’ve seen, so far, Deming’s petition drive is targetting the Senate Filibuster Rule; Abrams’ and Schumer’s document is tackling the slew of recent, odious, nationwide, state legislature passed/governor signed, voter suppression laws; all the above mucked up decrees deeply rooted within America’s ugly, racist, Jim Crow past; all crying out for a long, Long, LONG overdue, permanent deep-sixing.

What could be more repugnant than Georgia’s very statue, which reads:

“No person shall solicit votes in any manner or by any means or method, nor shall any person distribute or display any campaign material, nor shall any person give, offer to give, or participate in the giving of any money or gifts, including, but not limited to, food and drink, to an elector.”

While no fair minded, ethically driven person would ever be a party to actively campaigning / passing out political brochures and swag in close proximity of any polling place, to deny food and water to the standing in inordinately long lines, about to pass out voters? Why, that smacks of downright cruelty; especially considering how inhumane Republicans are already at fault for causing those very queues (due to their intentionally limiting the number of voting booths within predominately minority precincts).

While I am in wholehearted agreement with what Abrams, Schumer and Demings stand for, here, I am a bit doubtful that the passivity of such online petitions can ever prove to be efficacious.

These Democrats are expecting millions of signatures to do what?

• Stop Republicans from hosing down society with their bile?
• Magically cleanse them of their chronic, malignant racism?
• Suddenly, somehow, evolve their mucked up, lizard brains?
• Coax and cajole them to promptly rejoin the human race?
• Get them to sign onto human equality and basic decency?

Egads! I cannot even begin to fathom any Republican reaction other than each of those knuckle-draggers publicly dropping their whitey tighties, wresting away those printed out petitions and re-purposing each sheet as an ass-wipe.

Why, I cannot envision even Democrats, of the DINO variety (e.g. U.S. Senators Kyrsten Sinema and Joe Manchin) reacting all that much differently… well… uh… other than their first seeking out the seclusion of the Capitol Hill lavatory stalls.

NOPE, the passivity of petitions, just ain’t gonna cut it!

And I do feel duty bound to remind: Was not that impressive Blue Wave on Election Day 2020 enough to inform Abrams, Demings and Schumer that we really do stand behind them? OK, if it’ll make ‘em feel any better WE DO SUPPORT YOU 100 PERCENT!

Seeing how the vast majority of voters have already signed onto their agenda via our cast 2020 ballots, why would we need to sign their petitions, too?

Circulating petitions is little more than a certifiable, time wasting distraction of epic proportions; time that’d be far better spent were Abrahms, Demings and Schumer to live by the immortal words of Nike, “JUST DO IT!” And, for the sake of emphasis, let’s modify that to further advise: JUST DO IT DAMMIT!

While I have no doubt that these petitioners’ intentions are well-meaning, need anyone remind them that:

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

And guess what, guys; you can count on the Republican hellions manning the toll booths all along the way!

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Fortune Cookie Blog (Head Games)

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A head turning, heads-up to each head up his ass, headstrong, hot headed,
empty headed, head case, heads will roll, head of state. If it’s your intent to
head off to your bathroom; to repurpose your golden head as the means to
flush your heady, national charter down the sewer, you’ll wind up in deep,
over your head doo-doo! Your countrywomen and men feel head over heels
love for liberty & justice; such adoration coursing far deeper than anything
they would ever feel for a narcissistic, Fascistic insurrectionist, such as you!
Some off the top of the head soothsaying, too. Yer effing with voters’ heads
will all come to a head on Election Day. Knowing of the ever-present danger
you pose, has afforded them the oomph for a head start. They’ll head off to
the polls; boot out yer butt & hand you yer political head on a golden platter!

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Hot Off the Press Political Lexicon!

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Preface #1: For the benefit of any of my readers, who dwell far away from the American political scene and/or who don’t dwell on politics at all, the acronym, DINO, stands for Democrat(s) In Name Only.

Preface #2: The Stateside political schism has become so razor sharp, that even my merely typing about this risks inflicting figurative, disfiguring, bleeding, painful paper-cuts on my fingers. At issue, is how bygone monikers, such as Democrat and Republican, simply don’t “cut it” anymore. My working thru the problem, this early Sunday a.m., has generated the following, long overdue, bipartisan rebranding / truth in advertising, etymological updates:

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Etymology Update: Democratic Party (negative connotation)

• Ahem-o-crat: terminology to both vocalize and designate All Things DINO
• Chem-o-crat: the down-player of CO2 / Methane triggered climate change
• Dilemm-o-crat: one who (needlessly) roils up resolution defying problems
• Lemon-o-crat: the bad actor, who instigates buyers’ remorse amongst voters
• Memo-crat: a stickler who’s totally bogged down by parliamentary procedure
• Phlegm-o-crat: a DINO channeling an inordinately snotty Republican mindset
• REM-o-crat: an asleep at the switch, in need of a wake up call, catatonic Dem
• System-o-crat: a corrupt corporatist, who acts-up in a non-progressive manner
• Tempo-crat: a time waster, lackluster, lollygagger, clock-watcher, ne’er-do-well
• Temp-o-crat: an Election Year chameleon, who only appears to be a Democrat

Etymology Update: Democratic Party (positive connotation)

• Fem-o-crat: a genuinely liberated feminist, independent of one’s gender identity
• Gem-o-crat: a genuinely progressive Democrat, who’s in league with The Squad

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Etymology Update: Republican Party (negative connotation)

• Re-publi-ban (Def #1): a traitor, who’ll praise the Taliban just to spite President Biden
• Re-publi-ban (Def #2): a knee-jerk jerk, who summarily dismisses the Dem’s agenda
• Re-pubic-can (Def #1): one who takes indecent liberties with his victims (of all ages)
• Re-pubic-can (Def #2): the putz who’s a dense, myopic, liberty-loathing, sycophant
• Re-publi-can’t: the blocker of all policies working towards the betterment of society
• Re-publi-fan: a white elephant, sycophant, cultist-insurrectionist, who idolizes Trump
• Re-publi-ghan: an Afghanistan War junkie, who’s now suffering withdrawal symptoms
• Re-publi-Klan: a seething, bristling with ugly racism and sexism Trumper Republican
• Re-publi-Mann: a flesh peddler/pedophile/rapist; a violator of humans / The Mann Act
• Re-publi-no-bran: the badly constipated between the ears asshat Trumper Republican
• Re-publi-pan: any anti-vaxxer / anti-masker pandemic prolonging Trumper Republican
• Re-publi-stan: the chickenhawk warmonger, who’d attack any nation ending in “stan”

Etymology Update: Republican Party (positive connotation)

• Re-publi-can-do: an amenable Republican (last seen in the thick of the 50s Eisenhower Era)

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It’s ALL UnSustainable! (Parable)

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Once upon a time, in the Land of Opportunity, there lived Arthur Artisan, a post-global-apocalypse-era job hunter, consumed by both anxiousness and exhilaration. While, for him, such seemingly at-odds emotional ingredients did feel downright counterproductive (and rather unnerving, too), his conflicted state of mind could hardly be deemed unique.

Would that not be experienced by most anyone, who’s about to reenter and retest the reawakening work-a-day-world waters? Who’s simultaneously able to entertain a keen awareness of having found one’s true vocation?

Fortunately, for chef-wannabe Arthur, he’d been able to table such fruitless drama. Long parable sort, he had no sooner begun circulating copies of his cleverly crafted résumé, completing job applications and interviews, than, tout de suite, came the big pay off! The personnel manager singing out those magical lyrics, “You’ve got the job!”, had, most assuredly, been music to this new-hire’s ears!

And, this was no ordinary entry level job, either. Quite unexpectedly, his yet-to-be, real-world-tested, culinary training had already earned him the prestigious title of Head Chef, no less!

A mere 24 hours later, he found himself donning his tall white toque; toiling within the three specialized kitchens of a swanky, five-star eatery. And, in short order, via his superbly created/plated delectable dishes, and courtesy of word of mouth props from his 600, newfound, loyal patrons, almost overnight, he’d become renown, far and wide.

The massive influx of hourly phoned reservations both delighted the maitre d’ and worked him to a frazzle. During each hectic day, of these 600, approximately 200 ravenous diners (typically 40 parties of 5) would show up.

But, alas, that success, in itself, had become the fly in the ointment. And, ahem, Arthur did sigh his relief that this was only metaphorically speaking; not some actual, drowning in the soup, disgusting, winged, buzzing bug.

Yet, in less time than it had taken to set his sighs aside, the real bugaboo had managed to float to the top.

And that took on the form of Arthur’s big boss, Tasman Taskmaster, whose utterly unwise business strategy was to severely curtail food prep time; thereby permitting Arthur only 5 scant minutes per hungry patron. Talk about Fast Food! YIKES!!! That Mr. Taskmaster hadn’t hired another chef or two could be attributed to his also being an overhead obsessing tightwad (the details of which are best left bused to another parable, another day).

Anyhoo, tout de suite, Arthur’s “OH NO” moment of truth had arrived. Nary one doubt, he was working for the proverbial sweatshop whip cracker from Hell.

Sadly, it had been the sheer elementary school mathematics, which powered the driving force behind this 5-Minute Rule; that is, what was driving Big Boss to slave drive his Head Chef. To crunch that bean counter’s numbers.

200 diners X 5 mins prep time per diner = 1,000 mins burned up daily (16 hrs 40 mins to be exact).

So much for the 8 hr workday, huh? So much for the recommend 8 hr sleep cycle, too!

There simply was no time for Arthur to lead an active, healthy social life outside of his workplace; hell schlep thru any existence at all! No time to complete household chores, tend to property upkeep, to even do his own laundry and grocery shopping. Hell, he’d have probably starved to death were it not for his sampling the food he was preparing and his scarfing down the shift’s end leftovers, which were (unforgivably) destined for the dumpsters.

Seeing too, how his own career was dumpster bound, Arthur Artisan took a hike and took his talents elsewhere.

The End?

Our Parable’s Primary Moral:

Life is too damned short for anyone to waste away within any toxic environment

Our Parable’s Secondary Moral:

Everything will begin to coalesce upon our comparing Arthur’s unenviable vocational woes and far from ideal workplace conditions / expectations to society’s typical Social Network Platforms; indeed, the very one you and I stand atop as I type, you read.

Localizing that more to my own blogging avocation, it’s been my regularly posted content, which has attracted nearly 600 followers. The bugaboo, here, is how my staying meaningfully connected to even one third (200) of them would inflict fictional Arthur’s identical time constraints on real Tom’s real world life. In other words, I don’t have 16 hrs 40 mins each day to fully savor every mega-talented blogger’s content; to post meaningful props in their comment sections re their oft entertaining narratives, spectacular poetry and overall, sheer artistry.

And, I’d be remiss not to mention how my doing so would leave me no time to compose/post my own content.

Beyond that, just how, pray hell, do bloggers who boast 10K, 100K and even 1 Million followers, ever manage to stay connected? I’d challenge each of them to, without peeking, name them all by screen name!

Beyond beyond that, I curse that math that hath morphed me into an unresponsive, almost non-member of the WordPress Community.

My sincere apologies to all, who I had never ever intended to snub, yet, nonetheless, still did.

Alas… long sigh… today’s headline doth sum up, succinctly, the paradoxical, anti-social nature of so-called social network life:

It’s ALL UnSustainable!

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Fortune Cookie Blog (Freedom)

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Both Freedom of Speech and Freedom of Press
must be sacrosanct, yet, not without constraint.
Be words roared from the rooftops with resolve
OR words penned into parchment with purpose,
as Hippocrates’ Oath alludes, First Do No Harm!

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Now that we’ve consumed today’s tasty Fortune Cookie, let’s turn our attention to the crumbs; i.e., the crummy entities who inspired its baking; the crummy bums who ARE doing harm.

We’re talking about the ideologically ORANGE shifted, streamers, broadcasters and bloggers, worldwide, who get off on sticking their collective nose into America’s business. As if their own homelands are WHAT?

• So problem-free they’re yawning thru slow news days?
• ONLY they possess the expertise to set America right?

My gawd, that’s both disingenuousness and hubris at its butt-ugliest.

Beyond that, their delusion-fueled notions of what constitutes “right” is nothing short of encouraging the Orange Menace to take another stab at the Oval Office, come 2024; an election where, win or lose, the vengeance seeking OrangeMan’s top priorities will zero in on burning down Democracy / America and the entire planet.

Both now, and for the foreseeable future, these meddlers, abroad, will continue to conspire with Stateside, ideologically ORANGE shifted, streamers, broadcasters and bloggers; the whole kit and caboodle determined to undermine what little progress President Joe Biden has made; to utterly roadblock what he has yet to accomplish.

And while, via re their surge in TV / Radio ratings and website hits, these pundits stand to flourish, the real America, which they’re hellbent on tearing asunder stands to flounder and fall.

See what I mean about crumbs?

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New Alice’s New Wonderland

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Reflect on the Looking Glass; espy each Ancient Faced Clock
Where counterclockwise sweep hands, go tick-tock-tick-tock
Is this glass barrier unbreachable; doth it forevermore block?
Or have humans, yet, to discover; the occult key to that lock?

Each temporal mechanic, bedecked in crisp, tailored lab frock
Knows their beliefs can’t be berated; be belittled like schlock
Volunteer, aptly named Alice; her heroes Armstrong ’n’ Spock
Checks checklist; nears full-length mirror; she’s ready to rock!

Intrepid woman steps thru, infiltrates with one knuckled knock
Father Time waves her way, warily; in state of palpable shock
He quizzes, “Why are you here? To Revere Me? Jeer?? Mock???
Once she dispels his suspicions; towards each other both flock

She asks, “Can you halt aging, in here; set back our Bio clock?”
“Fade away wrinkles / crows feet; acne scars / the marks pock?”
“From our seen-better-days bods; can our years you lop; dock?”
“Alas Alice,” Pop sighs, “Your postulate’s PURE POPPYCOCK!!!”

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Our Last Stand?

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Many of us have been witnessing the legions of unhinged, alleged Americans, who’d even provoke a second Revolutionary War just to re-install their fascistic, narcissistic, parasitic, idiotic control freak idol; that bizarre anomaly in no need of any further, formal introduction.

Informally, let’s just refer to him as the deplorable has-been / ne’er-do-well, who compulsively dyes his mangy tresses haystack yellow and routinely spackles lurid orange, Bozo the Clown make-up onto his mug; and leave it at that.

Now, here’s the rub. Were OrangeMan to ever be re-empowered, he’d work not towards society’s betterment but to its detriment. His main mission would be to financially and morally bankrupt America; all for his own personal gain.

To see his plot to fruition, he’d resort to mind numbing the masses; his M.O. akin to the payola pocketing, sleazeball DJ, who, right on cue, repeatedly blasts some, no-talent, one hit wonder’s lyrically barren, trance inducing muzak over the radio airwaves / Internet streams or onto the shabby, rundown, smell the stale urine and vomit, night club dance floor.

He’d also brainwash, factionalize and marginalize our society; pit people against people; relentlessly belittle our charming physical traits, delightful accents and full bodied, cultural diversity; hard sell his batshit crazy, bigoted delusions that, in some way, humans worshiping anyone other than a Christian deity, being blessed with a robust skin melanin content and speaking in a non-English tongue present what? Some sort of threat to humanity?

How much more moronic could he possibly get?

Truth be told, it is he who’s the actual threat to humanity; he, who has yet to be held accountable / punished for his attempted overthrow of America, back on January 6, 2021.

His escaping justice, so far, is precisely what’s mucking up his alleged mind, too! That scofflaw wrongfully equates his never punished status with vindication / validation. At this juncture, there’d be no stopping him from seeing the following threat to fruition…

“I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, OK?”

Donald J. Trump / Dordt College / Sioux Center, Iowa / c2016 January

NO, IT’S NOT OK!!! Some fatherly advice is in order. Should you ever spot him on Fifth Avenue, RUN LIKE HELL IN A WILLY-NILLY MANNER AND, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT STOP TO LOOK BACK!!!

Fortunately, re January 6th, it’s still not too late to charge him with treason; haul his ass into court; convict and imprison (or institutionalize) him. At the very least, we must forever deny him all high elective office. Should we fail to do even that, he’ll remain an ever-present danger to America / our entire world.

That very problem could become evident, within hours of the polls closing on Election Day 2024. How so? Well…

Should VainMan emerge the victor, once sworn back into the Oval Office, that vengeance seeking, seething with anger psycho would [1] give free rein to the still rampaging, countless, coronavirus variants, which, in turn, would burn up citizens in sickening, deadly Covid-19 fevers and [2] allow climatic change to burn down the entire planet in one helluva catastrophic conflagration.

Should VainMan emerge the sore loser, right on cue, he’d instantly bark out, “Sic ‘em!” to his sicko sycophants, who, in turn, would re-stage their January 6th attack and obediently, promptly burn America down to the ground.

Long Sigh…

I trust that I’m far from alone, here, when it comes down to rehashing the above content. But, such repetition is vital and not sans good reason.

You see, most critical thinker, liberally minded bloggers, such as I, identify with the burning passion of America’s Founding Fathers; share their vision for honest, level-headed, even-handed, liberty-based governance. There’s no way that I’d ever forsake these very ideals, which well up my eyes with joy, pride and even awe.

In other words…

• I flat out defy damned near everything that that contemptible Anti-American anomaly stands for!
• I will not stand down until that fascistic, narcissistic, parasitic, idiotic control freak stands down!

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