Mask-Up to END the DEATH!

As of this Sunday, September 27, 2020, scant minutes ago, the RoyLab statisticians have reported that SARS-CoV-2 (severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2) (COVID-19) has claimed the lives of 1 Million members of our Human Family, worldwide.

1 MILLION Souls

As complete and accurate as their Real Time Counter strives to be, what it fails to report are the oceans of 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.

Let’s pause for a few moments to reflect and send forth our unified wave of sympathy to their surviving loved ones.

Let’s all pause, too, to realize that a goodly portion of these 1 Million Souls could’ve avoided their untimely deaths, had leaders’ wiser heads prevailed… had they proactively and promptly conveyed life saving advice… shared the incontrovertible truth that public Masking-Up is our best defense and everyone’s moral and civic duty!

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is there a Doctor in the house?

 

For anyone who actually gives a damn about public health / saving humanity, it’s impossible to not notice what common sense suggests could be a matter of life and death. Here’s what’s happening.

Now that in-person learning is underway within my community’s public schools, multiple dozens of student athletes have been jogging on the city sidewalks; unmasked and in a too close formation, which could not, possibly, even be approaching bare minimum, social distancing recommendations.

Granted, the medical experts have been claiming that COVID-19, typically, harms old people more than young AND, supposedly, is not particularly communicable outdoors.

Yet, Corona-V is so novel, one has to wonder…

• Do we really know every last damned one of its deadly capabilities?

• What about its adeptness at adapting / evolving into something even worse?

• Who’s to say that outdoor running’s increased, intensified respiration is not a risk factor?

• What if Trump’s bereft of science delusions still dictate Centers for Disease Control health safety protocols?

• Would it not be better to err on the side of caution?

• Since outdoor jogging affords plenty of room, why not triple the recommended social distancing norms?

• Is there a Doctor in the schoolhouse to look out for the well-being of the student body?

• Is there a Doctor in the vast WordPress house who, if warranted, would allay such concerns?

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

R.I.P.

 

Preface: If you’re anything like me, by now, you’re familiar with the arrhythmic biorhythms that go hand in hand with our pandemic reinvented existence. And that’s inclusive of waking up from fitful slumbers, at odd hours, oft, way before dawn’s early light. And, oh how I wish my own return to consciousness… this very day… this very blog… only involved a nightmare…

For those who are familiar with this website, you’ve noticed the Roylab Stats Pandemic Real Time Counter (accompanied by my supplied survival tips), which I’ve opted to leave “stuck” to the top of my homepage for the duration.

As complete and accurate as this Real Time Counter strives to be, what it fails to report are the oceans of 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.

With regards to those above italicized words…

As of 03:52 a.m., here in the U.S. Eastern Time Zone, these tireless statisticians reported that, stateside, 200,197 members of our human family have passed on.

While we must feel sorrow for each individual, there’s just something especially heartbreaking and sobering about being witness to this in-real-time, totally unacceptable… and likely government suppressed… total.

This stat also drives home the point that, were America governed by humane, intelligent, nonpartisan, rational national leadership, a goodly portion of those 200,197 souls would still be alive and well, today.

I could say much more, but now is not the time and place.

Let’s all pause, now, for a moment of silence to pay our respects.

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Loopy Pandemic “Life”

 

Whether or not one contracts COVID-19, emotional exhaustion is a debilitating side-effect of Donny’s Disease. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with doing my moral and civic duty. I fully intend to socially isolate, for as long as it takes, to help halt the spread of Corona-V; as in dead in its tracks!

Even so… never before, in my entire life, has routine life become so tiresome.

I wake up, yawning, each new-old day to a sink full of last night’s dishes. I no sooner restore order to my kitchen than I’m messing it up, anew, to prepare my breakfast. After chowing down and finishing off the new round of KP, it’s off to my desk to blog the daylight hours away until suppertime, where, once again, I mess up the kitchen, feed my face and schlep off to the living room to zone out / nod off while watching the televised 6 o’clock bad news.

As for what happens next? Just reread that above paragraph.

WARNING: DO NOT ACTUALLY TRY THIS AT HOME.
YOU COULD WIND UP CAUGHT UP IN MY LOOP!

Alas, that’s as good as it gets. That’s the empty, full extent of my loopy pandemic “life”. Yawwwwnnnn!

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

That’s a Godly Man?

How the Hell does anyone ever wind up multiple decades into biological adulthood and still throw temper tantrums? Hmm… perhaps we should call them Trumper Tantrums? Yep, that’d give credit where credit is due.

So, WTF was “Godly Man’s” goal? Did he actually expect these underpaid, essential Walmart workers… these courageous sentinels patrolling the COVID-19 frontlines… to apologize profusely? Beg him not to leave?

Obviously, he neither knows nor cares about the fact that with 95% mask compliance… throughout the remainder of 2020, alone… we could save 70,000 lives!

He needs to realize that his beef is not with retail workers… it’s with Donald J. Trump.

If “Godly Man” could harness just a minuscule fraction of his rage and channel it more productively / appropriately he’d vote for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Their winning the White House is America’s best bet for, eventually, making mask wearing a thing of the past.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Duz Donny Yearn for a 3rd Hand?

Donald J. Trump excessively obsesses over his numbers.

He slows down testing for COVID-19, to lower the discovery of cases, even tho, whether found or not, Corona-V is still deadly… has already claimed nearly 200.000 stateside souls… and still counting! He’s likely falsifying that stat, too. Would it shock anyone were we to discover the number of fatalities is twice or thrice that amount?

He crows about a slightly down, unemployment rate of 8.4%. Granted even a modest improvement is heartening. However, that stat is bound to, once again, head south into double digits territory, STAT! That’s because cram-packed K-12 hallways / classrooms and college kids’ pandemic parties infect student bodies and Donny’s own maskless, no social distancing campaign rallies sicken his devotees. Any of these superspreader scenarios can and will result in sickened, stricken down people showing up at hospital ICUs instead of their workplaces.

He’s privately tearing his hair out re his tanked out job approval ratings, which figuratively swim alongside him in the deep end of his fetid cesspool / swamp. Ditto his fretting over the pollsters’ numbers, which predict his Election Day defeat.

One would think that Donny would view all the above as his wake up call, right? WRONG!

Instead, he views TV… to excess.

Right on TV, he has actually, astoundingly, fessed up to vegging out in front of his flat-screen for endless hours, each day. That’s because he’s a praise junkie desperately ISO his fix… his absolutely undeserved accolades… all courtesy of his psycho sycophants. Yep, these talking head, headcases are all too willing to stroke his massive ego… you know… just to make their false god feel oh soooooo good.

Why can’t he take a more active roll… i.e., actually hunker down to do, bare minimum, one honest day’s work to substantively improve his numbers and OUR LIVES… oh… say… lift one tiny finger to halt Corona-V dead in its tracks before we, who’ve yet to contract Donny’s Disease, get sick and drop dead?

Alas… long sigh… that’s not gonna happen seeing how vidiot / couch potato Donald J. Trump exists only to sit on his fat Fascist fanny… with his remote in one hand and Tweeting iPhone in the other. Seeing how televised praise is the fake prez’s porn, it’s a sure bet that he wishes he had a third hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grim Truths re 9/11 & COVID-19

George W. Bush and Donald J. Trump, two of America’s worst presidents, ever, have much in common. Both…

• wanted the presidency’s title and power but not the responsibilities
• flipped off their advisors’ admonitions and PDBs¹ re a looming crisis
• pissed away valuable lead time / got caught with their knickers down
• caused far too many innocent people to needlessly suffer and perish
• morphed from candy-asses into (make-believe) combative badasses
• orchestrated unconstitutional power grabs to firm up flaccid images
• were rewarded with 2nd terms due to duped and ill-informed voters²

GWB’s deaths involved 9/11 and two utterly needless, endless, no-win wars.
DJT’s deaths (physical / fiscal) involve his ongoing, DIY COVID-19 pandemic.

19 years ago, on this very day, the 9/11 attacks’ official death toll was 2,977
Since 02/06/20, COVID-19’s reported stateside deaths (SO FAR) = 196,328

196,328 ÷ 2,977 = 66
218 ÷ 66 = 3.3

What do those computations mean?

• Those 196,328 deaths are equivalent to 66 9/11’s
• In the 218 days since 02/06/20, that’s one 9/11 every 3 days and 8 hours.

Back on 9/11/2001, re al Qaeda, my homeland’s mood was indignation.
Yet, on 9/11/2020, re COVID-19, the mood seems more like indifference.

 

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

 

¹Presidential Daily Briefing
²Sorry to say, we’re stuck with Dumb Donald for up to
another 25 years and… after that… Dumb Donald Jr.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tick… Tick… Tick…

 

Each time I (conscientiously) mask-up to (reluctantly) set foot into Donny’s Diseased America, I log “The Event” on my wall calendar along with the locations of where I’ve been. It’s all in the hope that, if/when Donny’s Disease strikes me down, at least such data could, somehow, prove useful to contact tracers.

Alas, at that point, the 14 day, COVID-19 incubation countdown clock gets reset… Tick… Tick… Tick…

So far… for me… that now stands at 3 days down and 11 to go.

The rub, here, is that even if no symptoms appear, I still don’t know, with any certainty, whether or not I pose a health threat to humanity. And I cannot justify getting tested, each time, when our essential workers, not I, should go to the head of America’s long line.

Of course, owing to my old age and lifelong, respiratory issues, being asymptomatic would not be the likely outcome. Nope, I would not expect Corona-V to treat me kindly.

Truth told, I’ll be surprised to still be alive and well come Election Day 11/03/2020… let alone New Year’s Day 2021.

Nonetheless…

• I remain fully committed to tirelessly do my part to prevent human suffering and death… i.e. to shelter at home and social distance / mask-up in public. And I will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

• I grow weary of  the man-child, so-called leader who, day in / day out, is doing his damnedest to needlessly prolong his DIY pandemic… to sadistically inflict human misery by ginning up his childish devotees’ ferocious defiance of painless pandemic etiquette… as well as their selfish resistance to basic human decency.

Alas, Donny literally doth have the power of life and death and gets off, regularly, on lording that fact over us.

The good news, here, is that yet another countdown clock is going Tick… Tick… Tick…

And that readout now stands at 57 days…

57 days till Election Day… the day when our ballots must rein in the reign of terror of one Donald J. Trump… in all likelihood… the biggest health threat to humanity to ever walk on 2 feet (with a 4 knuckle assist).

 

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