An Unhealthy Respect For Corona-V

 

I don’t envy the learned, respectable Dr. Anthony Fauci and his colleagues. They face down, daily, one helluva thankless, exhausting task. Yet, stunningly and regrettably, their Job #1 has not been pandemic management. Instead, they must prioritize the mollycoddling of Prima Donna Donny, who barely functions at the preschooler level.

Were they to upstage / upset that capricious, narcissistic man-child, he’d gleefully fire them all… and worse yet… hire quack successors, such as his newfound false god, one Stella Immanuel, who, not unlike Donny, is renown for foisting off deadly, bizarre fantasies as if they’re what??? Established epidemiological facts???

Let’s not get into any specifics, here, seeing how too frequent repetition of Donny’s and Stella’s flat-out falsehoods always risks morphing them into pandemic promoting, fake truths… well… at least within the so-called minds of the gullible.

Instead, let’s consider how Donny has pissed away over half a year. He’s been frantically, desperately ISO anyone who… anything that… would, even remotely, conform to his magical thinking. Had he spent even a minuscule fraction of that time embracing the time-honored science, he could’ve prevented tens of thousands of agonizing COVID-19 deaths.

By now, he could’ve even honestly declared himself the Conquering Corona-V Superhero… be even taking his victory lap… as in… all the way to the Election Day finish line. Not that I’d ever want him to snag a second term… but… you know… just saying. But… to return to reality…

It has been the medical community’s angst (re the provocation of Trumpian tantrums), which has been severely crippling a desperately needed, far more aggressive war effort against the pitiless Corona-V. And while I do respect Fauci and his associates, there’s no denying that Donny has successfully coerced them into watering down the metrics… just to make them conform to his politically motivated agenda to reopen COVID-19 ravaged regions too fast and too soon (and Donny’s standing orders to slow down testing can only further corrupt said data).

More specifically, doctors having little choice but to play along with toddler Trump, concurrently plays down the role of the presymptomatic and asymptomatic individuals, who, lull the masses into a false all-is-well mindset, which in turn, emboldens non-masked, non-socially distancing party hearty yahoos, who, in turn, hit the awash with humanity beaches, frequent the jam-packed taverns and attend a sundry of superspreading events… inclusive of pandemic parties, religious revivals, political rallies, etc.

In the end, revelers have become little more than the patsies of a pitiless pathogen… one that plays them like trump cards… thereby further tightening its figurative and quite literal chokehold on humanity.

With safe, efficacious vaccines and therapeutics still in the R and D stage, nothing short of a month long global shutdown… AS IN NOW… will suffice. Seeing how that ain’t gonna happen, we must ask two disturbing Qs. What if, as I type / you read…

• Pandemic survivors’ immunity is only short-lived?
• Corona-V is mutating into an unconquerable supervirus?

An unhealthy respect for Corona-V could render COVID-19 the death of us all.

 

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

 

 

 

 

White House Whitewash

In recent weeks, Donald J. Trump’s handlers / spinners / image consultants have all been frantically slapping on a liberal coat of White House whitewash to rebrand the Charlatan-In-Chief into some sort of Coronavirus Conquering Superhero.

Uh-huh…

They even managed to coax the man-child into briefly wearing a mask in public. And God only knows how many exorcists it took to stop his head from spinning… as in… long enough for some brave soul (who drew the short straw) to sneak up from behind to [1] coverup his snooty snout / massive mouth and [2] run like a bat out of HELL!

Indeed, for a fleeting moment, it did seem that Trump had finally stepped into the real world and could now embrace the epidemiology. Well… that is… until yesterday’s press briefing.

Donald Trump Reality Check:

• reports of his eureka moment / newfound mental clarity / gravitas have all been greatly exaggerated.

• his sick ego is why America won’t be getting well in the foreseeable future. Future? What future?

Since I’m too pissed off and frustrated to go on, scroll up and give a listen to Anderson Cooper’s commentary…

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

If It Quacks Like a Duck…

By definition…

quack 1 |kwak|
noun [in singular]
the characteristic harsh sound made by a duck.

quack 2 |kwak|
noun
a person who dishonestly claims to have special knowledge and skill in some field, typically in medicine: [as modifier] : quack cures.

So… what do Donald Duck and Donald Trump have in common?

Regardless of the creature, in question, most assuredly, he doth have a unique way with words.

The former cartoon character quacks like the duck he is. What the hell else can waterfowl do?

The latter “cartoon” character tries to duck his culpability for being monumentally unprepared for proactively, effectively containing Coronavirus… so much so, that he’s now “quacking” like the quack he is.

As the above clip can attest to, this fake, fraudulent president is now shamelessly Playing Doctor… right in public, no less! And by that, we’re not talking about his M.O. in the boudoir / how he purportedly plays with playmates and porn stars.

In actuality, “Dr. Donny”, in the triple role of sleazy businessman, deadly drug pusher and fraudulent M.D., is now heavily into mass marketing, too. To that end, this political has-been has been practically force feeding self-serving twaddle to any gullible, dopey American, who’d buy into his snake oil salesman’s pitch… namely… how… sans even a smidgen of credible scientific evidence… hydroxychloroquine… has suddenly… miraculously… become some sort of a cure for coronavirus?

SIDEBAR: Granted, in crisis mode, open minds can be helpful. I mean, who’d have ever believed that Scottish researcher, Sir Alexander Fleming’s cruddy petri dish would lead to his 1928 discovery of a specific type of mold, which could inhibit the growth of influenza staphylococci! His serendipitous breakthrough, would soon dub his antibiotic: Penicillin.

However let’s compare Flemming’s medical ethics to “Doctor” Donny’s evil machinations. Per usual, the fake prez is thumbing his nose / whipping his middle finger at time honored science / the carved in stone protocols for ETHICAL, medical research. In a sense, the on camera quacking antics of Donald J. Trump are tantamount to his illegally writing prescriptions to dispense the untested hydroxychloroquine.

It’s almost like he’s morphed into a spokesmodel (minus the graceful hand gestures and flowing sequined evening gown).

While such a pathetic spectacle, in itself, is bad enough, what is far worse is how this monumentally unproductive, distracting discourse has been giving false hope to panic stricken and pandemic sickened and dying Americans. And let’s not forget that, were the U.S. not now engaged, domestically, in a desperate game of catch-up, we could be lending our helping hand to the other similarly plagued nations, worldwide.

To wrap this up… sure as “sheet”… as I type and as you read this… legions of emboldened by Dr. Donny, creepy, copycat drug dealers are off lurking in the shadows… swooping down upon anyone stupid enough to believe that the unproven hydroxychloroquine is the miracle drug to die for.

And when the people die in trying to procure this untested pharmaceutical, their names, regrettably, will be added to “Doctor” Donny’s Coronavirus Death Toll.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earth is No Longer a Minshara-Class (Class-M) Planet

 

To pick up from where this Star Trek jargon enhanced post’s headline left off….

Let’s mind meld with Science Officer Spock’s most recent planetary survey findings…

In addition to Earth’s alarmingly higher than optimal, planet-wide average temperature (in particular, a dense pocket of foul smelling, hot air, in the vicinity of Washington DC’s 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.) as well as gaping holes in the Ozone layer, the atmosphere has been undergoing other radical changes. The Oxygen / Nitrogen mix has become adulterated… must now be reclassified as Oxygen / Nitrogen / Pathogen. The cause of this anomaly can be traced to the worldwide rampage of Coronavirus. Most disturbing, is how this microorganism tends to concentrate wherever infected (even asymptomatic) human lifeforms congregate.

Spock’s Recommendations: To reduce the chances of winding up in Dr. McCoy’s Sick Bay, Spaceship Earth’s crew must:

[1] Practice good hygiene (scrub hands often at least 20 seconds), [2] Cover 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 a protective face mask [6] avoid large crowds, [7] socially isolate /  hunker down in one’s quarters and [8] self-quarantine if ill.

Returning to our earthbound here and now… My best wishes that you stay well! If you are ailing, you have my hopes and prayers for a full, speedy recovery. Wherever / whenever we discover a leadership vacuum, it’ll be incumbent on us to do everything we can to save humanity. Staying safe and healthy depends on our flipping off egotistical, partisan hacks and, instead, heeding the sage counsel of the logical, factual Science Officer, Dr. Anthony Fauci, and other reputable, like-minded medical professionals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Postcard Not Delivered Posthaste

 

INTRODUCTION: Coronavirus / COVID-19 is a literal life or death matter. This pandemic is a serious problem, which Donald J. Trump still does not take all that seriously. Nonetheless, his Task Force recently mailed out a postcard, offering sound advice, which all recipients must take seriously! The problem I do have with this postcard is its three months late arrival! The period of social distancing / isolation, which many of us have been voluntarily complying with, likely could’ve been shortened considerably… may’ve even been avoidable… had Trump acted more responsibly and expeditiously!

The blog, below this preface is thick with sarcasm. I’m venting in this manner because I find Trump’s ego, political ambition, amorality, frivolity, callousness and avarice driven agenda both insufferable and sickening… especially against the backdrop of a pandemic. There can be no denying that his unpreparedness and dawdling have [1] made life miserable for everyone, [2] caused needless illness, suffering and death and [3] unleashed economic devastation that will defy recovery for multiple decades.

An honorable man would [1] publicly admit he’s been dead wrong, [2] offer his compassion and get well wishes to the ailing, [3] express his heartfelt condolences to the family / friends of all who’ve perished, [4] humbly ask for our forgiveness, and last but not least, [5] promptly resign!

Now… let’s get this blog rolling…

A few days ago, I received a postcard emblazoned with an IN ALL CAPS “salutation”. At the very least, it had to have been typed in font size 18. The wording…

PRESIDENT TRUMP’S
CORONAVIRUS
GUIDELINES FOR
AMERICA

FULL DISCLOSURE: I haven’t, actually, taken the time to measure that font because I deem any crap that’s been dredged from the bowels of the Trumpian Swamp, to be loaded with contagion. It’d take an epidemiologist to figure out the specific microbe(s) which may be involved. Of course, now would not be a good time to ask for help… seeing how those professionals are already overworked and over stressed.

I did wind up letting Donny’s post card hit the floor, where it still remains to this very day. Next, I rushed over to the sink… STAT… to suds up my hands under a steady stream of whooshing water… as hot as I could tolerate… while singing “Happy Birthday” for 20 seconds… uh… 3 times. One cannot be too careful when potentially dealing with crotchety cronies and/or grabbed playmates / porn stars and/or puckered up butt kisser underlings and/or “Fox and Friends” propaganda ministers, who may’ve sneezed and/or coughed all over Donny, beforehand.

NOTE TO SELF: Pick up and dispose postcard, next Monday, after cleaning toilet and before removing gloves.

Initially, I did find Donny-the-Prima-Donna’s hogging the limelight totally off-putting, because he could’ve never even begun to figure out the syntax, spelling and grammar… let alone amass the actual, accurate medical advice. I suspect at least one ghostwriter was in play here (maybe Dr. Anthony Fauci?).

Of course, the capitalization of letters certainly doth jibe with Donny’s TWEETSTORMS, which are Full Of It. More to the point, had his Task Force not plastered his name so prominently, he may’ve even nixed the printing and mailing out of these postcards… right from the get-go.

Seeing how the ratings conscious Donny, all along, has downplayed the deadly nature of this take no prisoners pathogen… it makes perfect sense that only his name doth appear. After all, he, alone, is responsible for allowing coronavirus to spread like wildfire all across the very nation he had taken an oath to preserve, protect and defend.

The primary reason that only his name appears is his way of bellowing out, “VOTE FOR ME!” However, what those three words are really saying is…

I’M THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES WHO DRAGGED
MY ASS AND MUCKED UP MY MANAGEMENT OF THIS VIRUS
SO UTTERLY COMPLETELY THAT I WILL LIKELY KILL OFF ONE
QUARTER MILLION OF OUR FELLOW CITIZENS. VOTE FOR ME!

 

 

 

My best wishes that you stay well! If you are ailing, you have my hopes and prayers for a full, speedy recovery. Wherever / whenever we discover a leadership vacuum, it’ll be incumbent on us to do everything we can to save humanity. Please stay safe by continuing to heed the following common sense, disease fighting advice…

[1] Practice good hygiene (scrub hands often at least 20 seconds), [2] Cover coughs and sneezes, [3] Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth, [4] observe social distancing protocols (remain at least 2 meters / 6 feet apart [5] avoid large crowds or (ideally) just stay at home and [6] if ill, self quarantine.