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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cheerleader-In-Chief

 

The coronavirus crisis, of science denier Donald J. Trump’s own making, has denied Americans their lives and livelihoods on a massive scale. One would expect the bad karma associated with his mucking up Pandemic Management 101 to be sufficient to deny him reelection. But will it?

Not if his ego and power tripping have any say in this matter. It’s fairly safe to say there’s nothing he would not do to snag a second, totally undeserved term. But, how far would he go?

Suppose he knew of an insufficiently tested, potentially dangerous vaccine, which he deemed “perfect” for huckstering just in the nick of time… i.e., one mere week prior to Election Day.

It’s easy to envision dense Donny donning his brilliant red, red state compatible, Santa Claus costume, hitching up Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (a.k.a. Rudy Giuliani) to his loaded with syringes sleigh and flying off all across America. Together, in all sorts of weather, they’d swoop down and land in municipalities great and small. That’s where “St. Nick” would play doctor and shoot up everybody. But, would he flat-out lie to his “patients”? Not disclose the iffiness of this serum?

Factoring in how fact checkers have caught him telling whoppers, tens of thousands of times, since his being sworn in, what would telling one more lie even mean to a pathological liar?

He doesn’t give a flying F about about public safety, either. After all, he’s the very snake oil salesman who’s been known to push the anti-malarial (contraindicated for COVID-19) drug Hydroxychloroquine… to instruct his “patients” to fry their guts with UV radiation and shoot up / mainline household (FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY) disinfectants.

Safe to say, he’d think nothing of morphing people into lab rats / risking more lives.

Of course, seeing how Christmas in July is only a crass, avarice driven, Madison Avenue concept, let’s strip this blog of its Santa Suit.

What we actually have, here, is Donny, the self-proclaimed Cheerleader-In-Chief. All he need do is cheer the people up long enough to vote for him come Election Day. And, were any of his always barren of science, horrific advice to cause his victims to drop dead the very next day… eh… so what? Easy come / easy go… well… at least from that sociopath’s perspective.

Oh, the unmitigated gall of his feeling entitled to a second term… in spite of his own negligence which, so far, has resulted in the needless deaths of 137,000 Americans. Hmm, doth grave digger Donny feel a compulsion to “up” his numbers to 1 Million? 2 Million? 200 Million? More?

Were he to politically bury his Democratic rival, too, it’d be easy to envision DJT reveling in his ill-gotten victory, giddily giggling his fat Fascist fanny off while uttering, “Anyone stupid enough to believe anything I say, deserves to die! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Be his shoddy wares pharmaceutical or rhetorical, street smart people will just say “NO!” to whatever BS dope dealer Donny is pushing. And savvy voters will never allow Donald J. Trump the last laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

How The Hell Doth He Avoid COVID-19?

 

The unmasked fake prez continues to hit the campaign trail… to even hit the COVID-19 hot spots… yet… purportedly… he remains physically healthy.

How the Hell has he managed to avoid coronavirus exposure / infection, while oodles of his own people (campaign advance teams and Secret Service) have been testing positive?

Let’s explore some possible explanations…

• Perhaps it’s just dumb luck?

• Might it be how each and every person, who gets within a light-year of violating his protective bubble, has been getting tested… Tested… TESTED?

• Could it be that his steadfast, fast food diet has resulted in a grease and saline based metabolism, which has been proving deadly to that deadly pathogen?

• Perchance, does his snooty, snot-nosed elitist status grant him access to some sort of secret, preexisting miracle vaccine / wonder drug?

• Maybe he’s been shooting up FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY disinfectants? (BTW, NEVER EVER DO THAT!)

• Is it possible that the Hydroxychloroquine he’s addicted to, in rare instances, actually doth act as a prophylaxis?

• Might he be an Operation Warp Speed lab rat who’s been gleefully following his mad scientists’ orders to snort, inject and/or shove prototype therapeutics up his ass?

• Perhaps his tanning bed has been frying his mangy carcass with hazardous to corona, UV radiation?

• Could it be his bygone Deal with the Devil includes legalese, which affords him immunity to all pathogens?

• Perchance it’s something akin to the Oscar Wilde / Picture of Dorian Gray effect?

• Might he actually be coronavirus in larger-than-life, macroscopic form?

• Maybe coronavirus eschews cannibalism… i.e., refuses to harm it’s own kind (e.g. Fascists)?

• Perhaps pathological liar Donald J. Trump and his like-minded handlers are simply telling whoppers… in other words, in actuality, he’s asymptomatic and testing positive?

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, get a room!

 

One would expect that, to avoid contracting the über-communicable disease, COVID-19, we’d discover germ-o-phobe Donald J. Trump, practically OD’ing on the contraindicated Hydroxychloroquine, encapsulated by the somewhat more useful Hazmat Suit and hunkered down in his bunker.

However, seeing how he’s also an addleheaded, adulation junkie, who’s been feeling entrapped by the coronavirus necessitated quarantine “wall” and, as such, has been suffering from agonizing withdrawl symptoms, it’s easy to see how he’d prioritize scoring his next fix of totally undeserved praise… and in the process… even sacrifice his own personal safety and everybody else’s well-being, too!

Which doth fully explain Donny’s scheduled, upcoming campaign rally, which will be descending upon the coronavirus stricken / sickened community of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

What will make Trump’s politically obscene scene particularly risky, will be how, for him and all the attendees, it’ll be akin to a clothing optional (mask-wise), frowned upon social distancing, indoor orgy.

19K to 28K of Trump’s feverishly frenzied, freaky fanatics are expected to show up. Little doubt most of them will wind up sweatily crammed together… spitting out three word, monosyllabic, moronic catchphrases such as “BUILD THE WALL!” and “SEND HER BACK!” And all throughout, they’ll be interfacing with one another… so much so… they’ll also be shedding and spreading a host of microbes… not necessarily limited to coronavirus.

Hell, were these reckless revelers any more up close and personal, they’d need to get a room.

 

Stay Safe! Stay Home! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Four(?) Stooges vs. The Coronavirus?

While the above clip’s total playback time is 17:09, the content needed to compliment my commentary, requires only the opening scene, which concludes at the 5:15 time index.

This past May, Donald J. Trump trotted out his Operation Warp Speed. This undertaking’s goal, if achieved, would expedite the R&D of the vaccine and/or therapeutics required to inhibit / halt the deadly rampage of coronavirus.

While I can set aside partisan politics, long enough, to wish them all well in this endeavor, it is still fair to point out that the time to have engaged Warp Speed had been way back in January of this year.

Had Trump… right from the get-go… expeditiously shut down our homeland… i.e., ordered everyone to immediately hunker down in their homes and mask up in public… he could’ve speedily contained this scourge and, in the process, bought the medical community far more time to “science the shit out of this.” *

Oh, btw, when it comes down to R&D, Warp Speed isn’t always advisable. After all, abiding by the slower paced, more orderly scientific method is how to best avoid making hasty decisions, which can lead to deadly mistakes.

To extend Trump’s Star Trekian-based metaphorical reference, a bit further, it’s also fair to point out that while using Warp Drive did get crews of the U.S.S. Enterprise and other Federation starships out of trouble, fast, that faster than the speed of light velocity, ofttimes, swiftly got them into trouble, too. Beyond that…

• How can we muster even a milligram of trust for the power-hungry, autocratic Trump, who, deep down, knows that his bid for reelection is not the shoo-in he once thought it would be and, consequently, is now heavily into his panic mode.

• What credibility does Donny even have, anymore, when he’s a.k.a. the [1] hardcore science denier, [2] pusher of dangerous drugs (e.g. Hydroxychloroquine) and [3] advocate for frying internal human flesh with UV radiation and injecting FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY, household cleaning products? BTW NEVER, EVER FOLLOW DEADLY ADVICE, SUCH AS THIS!

SIDEBAR: Doper Donny probably doesn’t give a second thought… maybe not even a first… re whatever dope he may be popping, snorting, shooting up and/or shoving up his ass. But, just because Donny duz it, duz not mean that you and I should ever follow that non-leader.

Tying this all into our video’s narrative, if Operation Warp Speed is successful, fourth stooge Donny’s eventual sales pitch is guaranteed to sound similar to snake oil salesman Moe’s spiel. Worse yet, the fake prez’s rush job mentality is bound to prove infectious to his own R&D team, perhaps even compromise their scientific method / lab work… cause it to deteriorate into something resembling that of Larry and Curly (note how their own “R&D” “efforts” devolve into a silly, willy-nilly choice of toxic chemical elements and compounds… i.e., to speed up their desperate search for a cure for Lumbago (the disorder, which their “patient”… the sheriff… suffers from).

So, where does that leave us? Well, having zero confidence in Trump, it’s not unreasonable to conclude that, were The Three Stooges still alive, today, in spite of their frantic antics, they’d still have a far better shot at rapidly stumbling onto a more efficacious coronavirus shot.

As for whatever inoculation, which Fourth Stooge Donny’s Operation Warp Speed personnel may wind up concocting? Well, on the day Team Trump rolls that out, I’ll be thinking more than twice about quickly rolling up my sleeve.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

* words uttered by astronaut Mark Watney… actor Matt Damon… (from the Sci-Fi film, The Martian).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.