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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Well-Versed Dumb Real Donald?

From 1973 – 1982, long before the Real Donald became a household word, we found the clever and clairvoyant Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences.

Normally, at this juncture, I’d be presiding over a Dumb Donald Clip, but, since my demand has nearly exhausted YouTube’s supply, I’ll now need to breathe new life into my shtick. ISO inspiration, namely, head-to-head matches with our dearly departed, Match Game souls, I’ve been simulating, semi-serious seances. And methinks this graying old coot has not been departing the spirit world alone! Indeed, the new, game show host persona, from within me, now emerges to preside over this reincarnated, revamped game show format. Voilà and Ta-Da!

Welcome contestants, one and all, to Match Game 20-20. I’m M.C. Grayburn. Our new rules are straightforward. Each of you will have one chance to match as many of our six, predetermined responses as possible. You’ll be playing for a priceless grand prize; the affirmation that you’re still a clearheaded, critical thinking non-consumer of the Kool-Aid™!

If your non-matching, responses prove more clever than Match Game’s, you’ll still be a winner! To claim your prize, post your witty and/or wise alternatives in the comment section, below.

Soooooo, let’s play Match Game 20-20.

Check out this fill-in-the-blank limerick:

Real Dumb Donald is nasty as phlegm! Ick!
So deserving of this rant / polemic,
He won’t restrain deadly strain,
Nor rein in brutal cops’ reign,
Instead, props up ___________.

Once the “think music” starts, you’ll have 1 Minute to think up your 6 responses.
And, btw, no peeking beneath the turquoise hued, rectangular secrecy partition!

Real Dumb Donald is nasty as phlegm, ick,
So deserving of this rant / polemic,
He won’t restrain deadly strain,
Nor rein in brutal cops’ reign,
Instead, props up ___________.

1. FOX henchmen endemic
2. ass kissers systemic
3. schools non-academic
4. racism systemic
5. fake science alchemic
6. corona pandemic

My thanks to all who showed up to play today! M.C. Grayburn for Match Game 20-20, good-bye and be sure to…

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! 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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still Hopeful Neil deGrasse Tyson

The witty and wise Neil deGrasse Tyson weighs in on a variety of current issues, among them, how American governors’ efforts to halt the spread of COVID-19 have all been hampered by our (in title only) president and his unforgivably, inexplicably non-existent national, unified response…

“One state [will] open up its restrictions while another state doesn’t, that’s adjacent to it? That’s like designating a peeing section of a swimming pool.”

That, in part, has got to explain why We, the critical thinking People, are all pissed off!

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.