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Trumper Republican Andrew Clyde, of late, has been doing double duty as both charlatan U.S. Congressman and authentic (Orwellian magnitude) American History revisionist. He recently weighed in… correction… pooh-poohed Donald J. Trump’s January 6, 2021 attempted coup d’état, thusly:

“There was an undisciplined mob, [but] to call it an insurrection in my opinion is a bold-faced lie. Watching the TV footage of those who entered the Capitol and walked through Statuary Hall, showed people in an orderly fashion in between the stanchions and ropes taking pictures. If you didn’t know the footage was from January 6, you would actually think it was a normal tourist visit.”

To borrow bold-faced liar (and poo-poo / doody head) Clyde’s own words…

Since when does “an undisciplined mob” constitute “a normal tourist visit”, hmm?

To briefly rehash reality…

Most sensible, peaceable, pro-democracy people, worldwide, perceive January 6th far more accurately than Clyde does. We had been eyewitness to the (then) President of the United States of America ordering his attack against the United States of America; emboldening his MAGA mad hatters to storm the U.S. Capitol; to do whatever it’d take to deep-six democracy / prevent legislators from performing their Constitutional (12th Amendment) stipulated duty to certify Joe Biden’s / Kamala Harris’ Electoral College victory.

Of course, Trump’s malignant narcissism did make it impossible for him to accept ballot box defeat; so much so, that he flat-out lied about widespread voter fraud; so much so, that he believed his own lie; so much so, that his devotees eagerly ate up whatever poop he fed them; so much so that, in defense of their indefensible prez and his fraudulent cause, they murdered and maimed; pillaged and looted; despoiled and soiled; so much so, that they even took dumps in the hallways; trampled and tracked their own feces throughout the premises.”

Soooooo… if Congressman Clyde actually believes that “a normal tourist visit” is inclusive of defecation and fecal smearing, what might his own personal life be like?

  • Is this U.S. House Rep. housebroken?
  • Would an outhouse outclass his digs?
  • What type of art hangs off his walls?
  • Does he gross out his house guests?
  • Just where does Clyde “enjoy the go”?

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Enter This Road At Your Own Risk!

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Welcome to my / my homeland’s nightmare. And do heed my headline’s warning!

Alas, we’re about to discuss the post Trumpian Epoch; the bare bones existence currently suffered by millions of us commoners, all across the Ununited States of America; a nation gone utterly mad. Granted, I do blog obsessively / excessively on this topic, but, especially considering the January 6th Insurrection, this is not without good reason.

For starters, while President Joe Biden has been doing whatever he can to right Trump’s wrongs, mostly by signing Executive Orders (EO), considering the U.S. Senate’s 50-50 bitter, partisan divide and how multiple state’s xenophobic Governors have been approving recently authored, seething with racism, voter suppression laws, Joe may wield neither the required political clout nor possess sufficient time to take on such a Herculean task; let alone, permanently fix our Donald-diseased, devastated homeland / world.

And even if he does, the bitter truth is that Joe’s EOs can just as easily be undone by any future, radical Republican who manages to mismanage (take out) the Oval Office; maybe as early as 2024; be that Donny, himself, or one of his scramble-brained spawn.

Now, I cannot attest to whether or not what follows illustrates a bona fide nightmare; i.e., seeing how, like most of us, I rarely recall all that transpires during my REM sleep. Nonetheless, here we go…

I find myself cruising along a two lane, rural highway at the posted 90 KPH (55 MPH) limit; one so steep I’m practically heading skyward. Just as I’ve reached the apex of this Wild West mesa, at breakneck speed, an oncoming, painted retina burning red, SUV veers over the center line.

Perhaps, its delirious driver has been driven to this off course, feverish pace by ague? Or, he is some inveterate, nonconformist who, by his very hot headed nature, is hellbent on disobeying all the rules of the road? Perhaps, he’s a hardcore science denier and, as such, actually believes that two objects can occupy the same spot at the same time; sans any damage?

Just when this impending, fatal head-on crash seems carved in stone / tombstone, I spot a side road. Even tho I know not where that dirt and graveled passage will take me, it’s down to do or die. With nothing left to lose, I swerve sharply leftward; barely accommodating the laws of inertia; i.e., narrowly averting vehicular rollover.

Just as I exhale my “whew” and nervous chuckle, I catch a fleeting glimpse of that kamikaze vehicle, reduced to momentary, mere red blur, in my rearview mirror. Another “whew”, for indeed, I’ve totally cheated certain death?

Maybe not! Now materializing out from a dense, billowing dust devil, I spot an impromptu, caravan parking lot; multiple dozens of pick-up trucks, all hued blood red; all veritable roadblocks to all forward motion and notions; to humankind’s journey thru life. This rabble flaunts and taunts; honks horns, hoots and hollers.

Worst of all, these guerrillas, teamed up with big city and small town rogue cops, brandish their assault rifles; aim them all in my direction. What totally innocent moi could’ve possibly done to face down such vigilante justice escapes me; but I am driven to escape and escape I will.

With my untimely demise, once more, imminent, yet another unpaved side road presents itself. Somehow, I manage to reprise my moments earlier, maneuvering miracle only to discover the road, unexpectedly morphing into two mere parallel tire ruts within a tall, tinder dry weed field; the median strip’s knee high foliage noisily scraping at my vehicle’s undercarriage; that clunk of a boulder cannot be good.

My gas tank ruptured, spilling petrol and friction spark flames; one certainty, there can be no turning back.

Momentarily my eyes gaze skyward; perhaps to see the light? The gate to the promised land? I dunno. But, one thing that fleeting glance doth provide is the forewarning of a looming storm front. Angry storm clouds hurl freakish, sky to ground lightning bolts, which set ablaze the drought browned vegetation, ahead.

Fortuitously, albeit a mere car width wide, yet another path presents itself; my last ditch, leftward sharp turn, momentarily, affording me a new lease on life? Or not?

OH NO! OMG! It’s now abundantly clear I’ll be running out of rutted road before I can lead foot my speedometer down to zero. Not unlike the dive of the fictional flick’s Thelma and Louise, I careen over a sky high cliff; plunge into a Grand Canyon magnitude abyss; FALLING, Falling, falling; the gravity.of the situation all but assuring an early meeting with my maker?

The End?

Epilogue: Be the above account based upon an actual nightmare, the composite of untold night terrors (accrued over a lifetime), or merely the musings of this sleep-starved blogger on this new / old pandemic day, it’s all, obviously, reality rooted; the current events unmistakably torn from today’s front page news; e.g., the pitiless pandemic, Democracy demolishing insurrectionists, reckless recalcitrant Trumpers, police brutality, hate crimes, mass murdering incidents, climate change’s freakish weather; uh, need I say more? Sure, why not?

Perhaps REM sleep affords us the best opportunity to make sense of our hometowns, homelands and home world? Of course, it’s not as if anything any of us could muster, solution-wise, would ever be taken seriously, let alone, get implemented.

However, there is one inescapable truth.

First and foremost, everything good we hope for is inexorably linked to humanity emerging from this godforsaken pandemic in full possession of sound mental, physical, fiscal health.

At best, our path ahead will prove a tough road to hoe. At worst, it’ll get roadblocked by horrific people and their horrendous policy; so much so that our forward momentum could easily come down to a brake squealing, tire screeching, crashing halt; perhaps, even drive us over a cliff; i.e., if we let it.

Let’s not let it!

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6 January 6th Haiku

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PROBLEM:

Depraved devotees
defying democracy
dethrone decorum

Determined demons
declaring decrees deceased;
decapitated

DeeCee delinquents;
deepening dementia’s
decaying debris

Derangement’s details;
deplorable demeanor;
degeneracy

SOLUTION:

Decry devotees’
detestable destruction;
defeat and depose

Demand decency!
Deliver deliverance!
Deprogram depraved!

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Checking Mercy at the Front Door?

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Here, on the www, my a.k.a.s, past and present, have, more or less, relied on wordplay; e.g., Cussin’ Itt, Wholly Moses, TrueBlueBloggerTom and CommonSenseTom.

Back in the real world, matters have proven more utilitarian e.g., Tommy, Tomaso and Thomas; or if I somehow managed to PO somebody, Tom-Ass.

Yet, at no point during my stint on Earth has human biology ever required any of the generic monikers: dada, daddy, dad, pop, pa, papa and my old man.

Briefly stated, opting out of parenthood stems from my lifelong contention that, from an ideological, environmental and financial standpoint, our world has rarely, if ever, been family friendly. And current events have only served to intensify such sentiments.

Do stay with me, there really is a point to this post.

During today’s airing of the public radio discussion program, 1A, (an abbreviated nod to the First Amendment which, in part, grants us free speech and press rights) the first hour’s topic was titled:

What’s Happening To Migrant Children At The Southern Border

As host Jenn White and her guests Dulce Garcia, Leah Chavla and Caitlin Dickerson delved deeply into the major issues, an incidental point surfaced, namely, that the staffs of Border Protection Facilities are not sufficiently trained to deal with the influx of migrant children; i.e., meet their basic needs.

Whoa!

You mean to tell me that these government hired hands find it utterly impossible to draw on what one would expect to be DNA hardwired into us; namely, compassion, humaneness, kindness, consideration, understanding, sympathy, tolerance; leniency, mercy, pity, tenderness; benevolence, charity, goodness, magnanimity?

Or worse yet, these dudes and dudettes check such human / humane attributes upon front door ingress to the workplace? Or worse yet, once they “punch in”, these kids become their punching bags?

My God, even during my limited experiences with temporary fatherhood (e.g. once becoming the designated babysitteer during an impromptu family reunion and once yelling out, “WATCH OUT” to attract the attention of a distant, distracted mother, whose youngster was about to dart into traffic), I found parenting to be second nature.

What might that say about the Border Facility workers, who cannot tap into what is (or should be) instinctive behavior? All of this does beg the follow up question: How do they treat their own children?

Jenn White must explore this story much further (and likely will). Perhaps the working title should be:

Are Border Protection Facilities Still Checking Mercy at the Front Door?

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Any Tree Surgeons in the House?

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A reminder to any Polyanna who’d remind (words to the effect)…

“WTF is there to worry about? Victorious, sworn in Joe entered the Oval Office and sworn at, loser Donny departed, right on schedule.”

Well, good golly Miss Polly, most assuredly, there IS plenty to worry about!

Whilst Trump, for the moment, IS gone, the same cannot be said about 46.8% of the fools / the 74,222,958 cultists, who cast their 2020 ballots for him. They’ve gone absolutely nowhere and they’d vote for him, AGAIN, come 2024 (no questions allowed or asked)!

BAD ENOUGH, in their scrambled brains, they actually believe that Trump, in the capacity as the incapacitated with malignant narcissism President of the United States, had every right to order his private army of domestic terrorists to attack The United States of America, back on January 6, 2021.

WORSE YET, to this very day, in the mucked up heads of the still in power, gaggle of his Republican legislative / judicial cronies (co-conspirators, cultists and just plain idiots, all), such TREASON is no longer a punishable offense.

WORST OF ALL, they don’t even deem Trump’s TREASONOUS conduct to be TREASON!

Make no mistake about it, the totally culpable (yet non-convicted) Trump WAS, IS AND SHALL FOREVER BE A TREASONOUS BASTARD. And having gone absolutely unpunished, he easily views that sham exoneration as “our” tacit approval of his TREASON. As such Donald J. Trump shall forever feel free to run for reelection.

Were he to do so; WIN OR LOSE, that loser, once again, would become a threat to America’s very survival!

I mean, do you seriously believe he’d ever accept losing a second time to Joe Biden? Or, in lieu of him, oh, say, Kamala Harris. Keep in mind how wimp Trump has been projecting his own shortcomings onto Joe. As for Donny’s misogyny, that’d never, ever permit him to accept being defeated by a woman; especially one who (justifiably so) lives by the motto (words to the effect): I’ll never take any shit from anyone!

Sure as the bricks of used fast food shit Trump strains his sphincter to kerplunk (don’t you just love onomatopoeia?) into his solid gold “throne”, even prior to his royal ass wipers fully cleaning up his fat, fetid, Fascist fanny (TMI?), he’d, once again, command his troops, (Klansmen and Nazis all) to shit all over the United States of America.

Soooooo, what if the insurrectionists, this second time around, opt to storm the White House instead of the Capitol? What if the ill-winds of change were to prevail? That’d mean that coup d’état’s stench would suffocate the liberty, equality and justice for all, which only true Americans hold near and dear in their hearts.

That’d mean Donny would not be departing right on schedule.

Of course, it may never need come down to that, at all. As I type and you read, all across America we’re discovering state level legislators and governors (co-conspirators, cultists and just plain idiots, all) authoring and enacting the WORST OF THE WORST, seething with white supremacy / flagrantly discriminatory, voter suppression “laws” ever scrawled onto the books. All of that in response to non-existent voter fraud; i.e., just to mollify sore loser Trump.

Under such circumstances, next time out, the dainty handed, underhanded Donny could handily snag an ill-gotten victory; whiner takes all; unfair and unsquare.

Now here’s another thought that, once it festers in our psyches, is certain to fuel our worst, sweat-soaked nightmares; the type that, were our muscles not temporarily paralyzed, could easily send us all rushing off at breakneck speed; screaming into the night.

There’s also a whole kit and caboodle of lusting for power, subversives out there, WAY OUT THERE, who are just as corrupt, Anti-American and fascistic as King Rat Donny, himself.

And, regrettably, invariably, they reside on the hanging low, ripe for the voter picking, branches of the Trump Family Tree!

Hmm…

Any tree surgeons in the house?

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Has Joe Made the Grade?

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Were I a teacher evaluating President Joe Biden, what would his first Report Card look like? Check it out:

“A” in Science (for his securing and efficiently distributing the COVID-19 vaccines)

“A” in Penmanship (re his signed Executive Orders that dump Trump’s F’d up EOs)

“D” in Poly Sci (re his broken campaign promise to raise the minimum wage to $15)

“I” in Sociology (re the Mexican border mess, which too closely resembles Trump’s)

“I” in Abnormal Psychology (for not consistently demanding gun control legislation)

“C” in Psych 101 (for not reining in the Senate Democrats who act like Republicans)

“D” in Constitutional Law (re his not insisting on the bust up of the Senate filibuster)

[“I” = Incomplete]

Of course, seeing how drop out Donald had set the expectations bar at rock bottom, we’re damned lucky Joe hasn’t opted to just follow in his predecessor’s footsteps; i.e. becoming a golfing, TV binge watching, pigging out on junk food, couch potato who occasionally flicks on the Oval Office light switch and, somehow, refrains from eating paste.

Eating paste? WTF does that mean, I hear you ask?

Well folks (and I swear to God this is a true story) back in the 1960s, my public school system’s kindergarten teachers actually Report Card graded their students on whether or not they scarfed down art supplies. BTW, I never had a taste for paste.

But, all levity aside, were I to suddenly become a school counselor, I’d offer America’s new leader the following advice.

Mr. President, while bipartisanship is admirable, average voters don’t actually give a F if you offend snowflake, obstructionist (f)lawmaker Trumpers. There’s absolutely no point to sucking up to these empty-headed, empty suits, inclusive of the variety who, to this very day, still live vicariously, thru THEIR heroes; the psychotic January 6th insurrectionists; you know, those who figuratively and quite literally shitted up the U.S. Capitol.

These alleged legislators never have and never will see our nation and world through learned, rational eyes. I mean, do you honest to God expect these F’d up F Students, whose denial of Science has, so far, morphed 561,000 Americans into Covid-19 ghosts; whose hatred for Constitutional Law has threatened to burn down America, to gather around your camp fire to tell ghost stories while harmlessly roasting marshmallows?

My gawd, even were they to sing Row Row Row Your Boat in such a venue, that’d be a glaring hypocrisy considering how whatever they espouse can and will leave America up the creek without a paddle!

Joe, you were a U.S. Senator from 1972 – 2008, so you gotta know, fully well, the filibuster must go. Hell, that F-word (backdated to slave nation America and utilized to preserve that grotesquely inhumane status quo) is not (thank God) even part of the U.S. Constitution. The “nuking” of that seething with white supremacy, piece of shit rule is not only long overdue, it’s also imperative; i.e., if you ever want your admin to accomplish anything substantive and enduring.

Look, man, if you possessed just 10% of that Republican “my way or the highway” attitude, you’d rapidly flush all that disgusting fascist fecal matter which Trump dumped into your Oval Office desk inbox. Or, to state that more positively…

You’d soon be enacting vital to America’s survival legislation; laws that would unequivocally stand for liberty, equality, justice, voters’ / workers’ / LGBTQIA rights, a living minimum wage, Medicare for all, gun control (all could live with), unprejudiced cops, humane immigration policies and (last but not least) a cleaner greener world.

That could ALL be for us; for posterity. We could transform our nation into something that’d even exceed our Founding Fathers’ greatest expectations.

Think of it this way, Mr. President…

There are very few average Jane and Joe voters (even inclusive of the Trumpers) who would not reelect you were you to, bare minimum, offer permanent, full-time, living wage jobs with a robust benefits package.

And once the Republican legislators learned from your example; i.e., how to make and keep us, the uncommon commoners, content, instead of your needing to make nice with them, maybe, just maybe, they’d realize it’s high time to make nice with you?

Mr. President, do take to heart all the above.

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Ghost Town Stats R Us / U.S.

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365 days per year X 24 hours per day X 60 minutes per hour = 525,600 minutes per year

The (known) U.S. Ccvid-19 deaths during the past 12 months = 545,662 > 1 death per minute

That’s as if any one of the half million population U.S. municipalities, such as Albuquerque NM, Tuscon and Mesa AZ, Fresno and Sacramento CA, Atlanta GA and Kansas City MO had suddenly become a ghost town.

Wherever you reside in our world, make damned sure you don’t give up the ghost to Corona-V. Until the wise medical professionals tell us otherwise:

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Did an IgnoraNus Pay Me a Visit?

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To help confirm my subject matter’s www worthiness, I’ll occasionally delay a posting date to subject my content to a litmus test; i.e., to see if my passion wanes. Seeing how, now, over seven weeks later, my strong feelings persist, here we go…

January 20, 2021 had not only been Inauguration Day in America, but had also marked the two week anniversary of Donald J. Trump’s attempt to overthrow America; a.k.a. America’s darkest day.

What else does one call it when the subversive POTUS assembles, motivates and mobilizes his private army of domestic terrorists; incites them to go on a rampage where they (literally) shit all over the premises; attempt to take out, lynch, hang, etc. the political enemies of his own making (inclusive of his very own Vice President); do their damnedest to prevent the formal, Constitutionally mandated certification of Joe Biden’s Electoral College victory.

That America’s nearly 2½ century long tradition, re the orderly transition of power, had trumped Trump’s coup d’état; that Joe Biden, the man I had helped to elect, was now standing upon the world stage to take his Oath of Office had me breathing a sigh of relief; and more. So caught up in the spirit of that historic, uniquely American moment, I even flung open my home’s front door to proudly hang my nation’s flag.

However, within mere minutes of making my patriotic statement, there came this angry sounding pounding on my (fortunately) locked screen door. Out of habit, I warily peered thru the main door’s peep hole.

Seeing how my flag was blocking my view, all that appeared was one of the optically distorted red stripes. By the time I had relocated to ever-so-cautiously crack open the living room curtains, whoever had stood on my front porch had already vamoosed. Nobody in sight was hoofing or lead footing their getaway.

Soooooo… had those three startling thumps been “courtesy” of a Trumper? The type of Klansman / Brownshirt, who’d much rather snappily salute a Civil War era Confederate flag and/or clenched fist pump at a WW-II era Nazi flag.

Even as I type these words, I keep trying to reassure myself that, perhaps, my unexpected visitor had merely been a friendly neighbor or some desperate to earn his/her commission, door-to-door salesperson, but…

Ever since the onset of the pandemic, such appearances have been trending in the range from rare to virtually non-existent.

Of course, considering how there still are 74,216,154 ignoraNuses (<— not a typo) out there, who had voted for Trump last Election Day; who still believe his flat out lies about voter fraud, how can I not worry that one of these buttheads had resorted to the clenched pounding fist approach to rebut my visual Op-Ed; the American Flag’s true blue statement.

And how do I know, with any certainty, that this angry entity won’t come back?

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Knockin’ ‘Round His Gnarly Noggin

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At some juncture, most of us have awoken with recollections of surreal, lurid night terrors; typically, accompanied by that unshakable creepy, weirded out feeling.

During the wee hours of this new day, I found myself experiencing that unenviable, unnerving state of mind. The significant diff, here, was, instead of that cropping up upon my departure from the realm of nightmares, this materialized while reentering / reclaiming, anew, my wide-awake parcel of the pandemic redefined America; a once great nation left battered and trampled to near-death by a recently dethroned, narcissistic, fascistic bastard. He was (still is) America’s wide awake nightmare.

Alas, this disconcerting phenomenon goes even deeper than that.

If you’ve ever wondered what it’d be like to see thru the mind’s eye of that mentally disturbed individual, that did get fully externalized from January 20, 2017 thru January 20, 2021.

I mean, look no further than America’s socioeconomic ruins. Transcending even the physical / fiscal malaise, we become eyewitness to his grotesque, ferocious brand of divisiveness, racism, classism, sexism and ageism; nearly every negative ism known to humankind. Hell, during his reign of terror, nearly everything that’s essential to a vibrant, enduring society did go wrong. If you find your own homeland in a similar state of collapse, you do have my sympathy.

Perhaps worse yet, is how, so far, he has escaped punishment; all of which means that he’ll be back, not unlike our recurring night terrors.

Now I ask, if knockin’ ‘round his gnarly noggin is not akin to a wide awake nightmare, WTF is?

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Handing Out H2O is a Misdemeanor

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It’s bad enough to become an eyewitness to the despotic tactics of one Donald J. Trump; that fascistic, narcissistic, moronic, lunatic psychotic who, in a pathetic attempt to save face, tweeted and bleated flat out lies; i.e., made lame excuses to downplay his undeniable ballot box loss to Joe Biden.

Nope, there was no way in hell that he’d ever admit the truth, namely, that We the People, the voters of sound mind and body, absolutely would NEVER reward him for his monumental incompetence. To literally flesh out just one aspect of his ineptitude, it had been his do nothing approach to pandemic mitigation, which has, to date, resulted in nearly 539,000 needless stateside deaths; and still counting.

Even worse, post 2020 Election Day, just to further his lies, both he and his revolving door, gaggle of goons (alleged attorneys, all) had become guilty of perpetrating the very fraud they were attempting to prove; could never prove, simply because it had always been non-existent.

Indeed, no matter how hard they had attempted to turn the (figurative?) thumbscrews, no state level Secretaries of State / election officials; not even Trump’s very own, supposedly owned and operated crony adjudicators (all the way up to the U.S. Supreme Court) would ever stoop so low as to collude with that absolute loser.

Worst of all, that tyrant still flat out refused to concede; going so far as to foment insurrection; deploy his private army of domestic terrorists to the U.S. Capitol; bark out his orders to go on a deadly and destructive rampage.

And so, here we find ourselves a mere four months later, post war zone Washington DC now a gated community; being routinely patrolled and protected by the National Guard. Present and now ex elected officials, inclusive of Trump’s own Vice President Mike Pence, all living in fear of further violence; perhaps facing down their own vigilante meted out death sentences?

As to be expected, none of this has actually, fully, blown over yet.

In order to respond… no strike that… in order to overreact to non-existent voter fraud, we now eyewitness rabid conservative, state level legislators, nationwide, authoring draconian voter suppression strategies for the express purpose of making it totally impossible for liberal and progressive candidates to ever, again, win an election.

Hell, they might as well just cut to the chase; ram thru one party rule; namely, declare it absolutely illegal to be anything other than a fascistic, narcissistic, moronic, lunatic, psychotic Republican.

Am I overreacting? I think not. Not when down in the state of Georgia, we become eyewitness to how voting is destined to become even more difficult, if not totally out of the question; particularly within communities of color.

The devil is in the details.

“Georgia House Bill 531, which passed in the Georgia General Assembly on Monday, would add a voter ID requirement for absentee ballots, limit the number and locations of early voting drop-off boxes, and reduce early voting days during the weekends prior to an election — including allowing just one Sunday to vote early. If passed into law, individuals could be charged with misdemeanor crime if they hand out food or drinks to voters standing in line on election days.” [read more here]

Truthout Journalist Chris Walker • March 4, 2021

I’ll now end with my own commentary, just as I did several blogs ago.

“Upon factoring in all the above societal and political concerns, I’m not sure I even want to slog thru any of this shit anymore.”

Long sigh. Methinks my blogging days will soon be over. Hence, I’ll simply cut to the chase. If any of my readers now wish to un-follow / visitors opt to vamoose, I’ll understand. I, too, feel like running and never looking back; as fast and as far away as is humanly possible; were there any actual haven to run to. Hmm, might heaven await?

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