Fortune Cookie Blog (Cheekiness?)

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To win the debate vs. COVID-19 spreaders, who defy public health rules,
it’d neither be cheeky nor tongue-in-cheek to state, “Resolved: The time
is ripe to reclassify both the nose and mouth as private parts. Were this
to occur, we could “pinch” (arrest) anti-maskers for Indecent Exposure!”

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4 Acts + 1 Epilog = Must-See Drama

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From September 17, 1963 – August 29, 1967, TV viewers tuned in Tuesday evenings to watch an ABC network offering that, in this man’s opinion, was (still is) the best written and most captivating, crime drama ever aired.

For the first few seasons, its 10 to 11p.m. slot was way past my bedtime. But, eventually, as a teen, I got to join that vast audience; among them, my own mother, who never missed an episode. I could easily understand what inspired such loyalty. Who, among us, could not feel instant empathy for the protagonist; as introduced by the program’s narrator…

“The Fugitive, a QM Production … starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble, an innocent victim of blind justice. Falsely convicted for the murder of his wife … reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him en route to the death house … freed him to hide in lonely desperation … to change his identity … to toil at many jobs … freed him to search for a one-armed man he saw leave the scene of the crime … freed him to run before the relentless pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.”

William Conrad

Granted, series creator Roy Huggins’ premise would’ve been rapidly shot down had the program debuted, today. Indeed, the anonymity, so vital to Kimble being able to “fly” beneath Police Lieutenant Philip Gerard’s radar, would’ve been rendered virtually impossible by the speed of light Internet, 24/7 news reportage, social media and, last but not least, post 9-11’s, ubiquitous, intrusive security cams, facial recognition tech, etc.

Additionally, had rail travel been in decline, as it is today, the freight trains would not have been Kimble’s oft chosen mode of travel / means of flight. Indeed, the very train wreck that had granted him a new lease on life, would’ve never happened, in the first place. As for today’s commercial airlines? Forget it! He would’ve never even dared to cross paths with uncompromising TSA personnel.

Beyond that, I must credit The Fugitive’s, innocent-man-sentenced-to-death theme for playing a significant role in establishing my staunch, anti-capital punishment sentiments.

Scant hours ago, the MeTV network aired an episode featuring a classic Kimble / Gerard interaction; one that was so clever, my first reaction was to find it on YouTube and offer you the link.

Considering how most of us are still idled / social isolating, anyway, this clip will provide some welcome relief from the monotony. Once you get wrapped up in Richard Kimble’s world, the 52 minute playback time will fly by. However, there’s a much better reason to watch.

I believe you’ll find the subplots uplifting. They showcase Kimble’s worldliness, which makes it second nature for him to befriend his Apache coworkers. And, in the end, it’ll be these Native Americans’ bilingualism; the utilization of their native tongue that’ll provide an unexpected twist to the storyline.

Also, the good doctor’s compassionate nature, will prove invaluable as he performs some figurative surgery. In the end, he’ll heal a thick-skinned, mean-spirited, tightfisted U.S. Congresswoman; help her reclaim her own heart.

Without further ado, I’ll now bid you, “Adieu” and invite you to click over to YouTube to watch an intriguing installment of The Fugitive, the episode titled: The Iron Maiden.

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What Really Matters

PREFACE: For reasons unknown, my original blog, as posted earlier this day, appeared minus the YouTube companion clip. When the WordPress gremlins would not allow me to correct the problem, I opted to trash my post and have another go at it. This time, Gremlins permitting, we’ll have 2 options; either viewing this Must See Vid, above(?), or over at YouTube.

Wherever you wind up watching it, check out Jimmy Kimmel’s YouTube Channel commentary, which sets up the content, thusly…

“We are now less than two weeks away from the election and it’s time to focus on something we cannot afford to forget, healthcare. The vast majority of this country agrees that health insurance should cover Americans with pre-existing conditions. But the Republican party, and that includes the President and Congress, only has a plan to do away with protections for pre-existing conditions. If they are allowed to do that, millions of people are going to suffer. This is not a partisan issue. Four out of five Americans want this. Democrats and Republicans. Two-thirds of Republicans want this, but the majority of Republicans in office don’t. They say they do but their actions say the opposite. So Jimmy’s wife Molly made a video that details their experience with their 3-year-old son Billy, who was born with a pre-existing condition, to help everyone remember what this election is really about.”

Jimmy Kimmel • Oct 22, 2020

Beyond my added “Amen” and kudos to the Kimmels for telling it like it really is, I now offer up my impassioned plea.

Dear American Registered Voters,

As the Kimmel family’s vlog amply illustrates, there are certain issues, inclusive of healthcare, which must always transcend partisan politics. Regrettably, Donald J. Trump either DOES NOT or CHOOSES NOT to acknowledge the fact that our elected leaders are supposed to preside over a society that’s conducive to meeting the basic needs of humanity.

It appears to be way above his pay grade to ever buy into anything that’d ever help anyone, other than himself. That leaves those of us of sound mind, good conscience and compassionate heart but one remaining option.

We the People must oust Donald J. Trump via the Ballot Box! Within our two-party system, the one and only way to assure that, is to elect the Joe Biden / Kamala Harris team.

EITHER vote early by absentee ballot (and hand deliver it on or before Election Day) OR mask-up to vote at the polls on Tuesday, November 3, 2020.

Stay aware my compatriots,

Tom

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Soon 2B Gravely Ill? Graveyard Bound?

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As a sexagenarian male with lifelong breathing issues, to say the least, I now have good reason to be worried. Here’s why.

I went grocery shopping this past week. At the check out, just as I was paying the cashier, the man in line behind me began coughing. Since the onset of Donald J. Trump’s DIY pandemic, this was the very first time I’d ever been in close proximity to someone exhibiting symptoms consistent to COVID-19 infection.

The factors that may have prevented my becoming gravely ill and graveyard bound:

• Store patrons and employees had been 100% mask compliant.

• The coughing customer had been utilizing one of the store’s motorized shopping carts, which suggests a preexisting, non-pandemic related pulmonary issue.

• There had been two meters between us.

• My potential exposure time had been less than three minutes, tops.

• I wore my own mask (and vinyl gloves) until I got home, at which time I scrubbed my hands and face STAT!

I’ll try not to freak out as I wait for the 14 day incubation countdown clock to do its thing. Either I’ll witness it zero out, unscathed, or COVID-19 will zero me out.

Normally, I’m not so me oriented and obsessed about death.

Let’s chalk that up to the side effects of existing in a nation being misled by the “it’s all about me”, Grim Reaper Trump; a.k.a. the insufferable, inhumane, malignant narcissist, who gets off on inflicting human suffering and death.

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Nonnegotioables

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All humans are born equal and must be treated as such.
The only honest way to judge people is by their character.

Relationships are built upon the cornerstone of love; mutual respect.
Crash the wrecking ball into that foundation and society will collapse.

Accountability for one’s actions is the pinnacle of maturity.
When we come of age, we must abandon our whiny, crybaby stage.

The pursuit of prosperity is fine, but that’s no excuse for gluttony.
Accrual of obscene wealth is oft at the expense of the impoverished.

When it’s Science vs. Ignorance, Science will always triumph.
Supidity can only usher in the death of humanity; our home world.

Selfless soldiers fight and die to secure our peace and liberty.
To devalue their hard fought and won battles spits in their faces.

Freedom of expression and assembly to air grievances are inalienable.
Anyone who’d dare to turn a deaf ear to such human rights is a tyrant.

To idolize ideologues is akin to making heroes out of zeros
When lionized, these ferocious, ravenous lions will devour us.

Our leaders are supposed to serve us; never vice versa.
Fragrant Freedom must always trump Flagrant Fascism.

Machinating autocrats must never be allowed to overstay their welcome.
When citizens cannot remove them peaceably, expect them to revolt.

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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!

 

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R.I.P. R.B.G.

It is with profound sorrow that all true believers in liberty, truth and justice for all, now pause to pay our respects to U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who passed away, yesterday, at the age of 87.

We are forever indebted to her tireless, courageous fight against discrimination in all its ugly forms; the prejudice, bias, bigotry, intolerance, narrow-mindedness, unfairness, inequity, favoritism, one-sidedness, partisanship; sexism, chauvinism, misogyny, racism, anti-Semitism, heterosexism, ageism, classism and casteism, which habitually target society’s most vulnerable members; be they American citizens or asylum seekers.

We will never forget her ability to unerringly interpret and uphold our Heavenly Father’s and Founding Fathers’ laws; especially on behalf of commoners, such as you and I.

Regrettable but true, We the extraordinary ordinary People have become witness to the amoral mortals, who, with ever increasing frequency and ferocity, in their evil words and wretched deeds, have been thoughtlessly, shamelessly and relentlessly unraveling and undermining what should be inalienable, fundamental human rights.

I could, will, and must say more in the days ahead, for as presidential candidate, Joe Biden, when speaking of our current troubled times, has so oft reminded…

“We are living through a battle for the soul of this nation.”

Our heartfelt condolences to R.B.G.’s family and friends.

 

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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!

 

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At Some Point You Gotta Dance

It’s fairly common knowledge that the typical, high school hierarchy affords jocks and cheerleaders Mt. Olympus magnitude godhood. To be sure, this is a nerd-free zone. And I should know. During my junior high days, I had actually worn a plastic pocket protector to house my pens and pencils. YIKES!

Later on, as a somewhat “cooler” high schooler, one Friday evening, I attended both a varsity football game and the postgame dance. No big surprise, I went to that latter event, STAG. Throughout the next two hours, as the Student Council designated disc jockey kept on spinning the vinyl records (only one turntable) I found myself wondering why I had even bothered showing up.

However, as the 11th hour drew near, I suddenly found myself teeming with this overwhelming, what-do-you-have-to-lose determination.

Between records, while the kids “argued” over which song would be next, I abandoned the shadowy sidelines and approached the still sporting her cheerleader uniform, Nancy. It’s not like we had never met, seeing how we were enrolled in some of the same classes. Our conversing came quite easily / naturally. And then… I asked her…

“Would you like to dance?”

Sans any hesitation, she smiled and said, “Sure.” For all I knew, her accompanying shrug might’ve even been equivalent to her unspoken, “What the hell took you so long?” I could only hope that my stunned feeling had not become a facial expression.

At that very moment, from the overhead speakers, we heard the opening notes of the Youngbloods’ cover version of Get Together. I hadn’t expected to be slow dancing up close but…

Well, it was about mid-tune, that I realized the DJ had cued up the longer album version, which afforded me one extra minute to not only enjoy our dance, but also realize how wrong it was… still is… to prejudge people… to buy into the dehumanizing stereotypes and hierarchies… the type which can only fracture society. Even Jesse Colin Young’s delivery of Get Together’s lyrics was amplifying the unifying sentiments.

Ever since my dance with Nancy, I’d certainly disagree with anyone who’d dare to suggest that proper education only involves teachers and formal classroom settings. I believe I learned far more during that four minute song than I learned during all four years of my high school experience.

Now, at the risk of spoiling the moment, let’s explore another, closely related aspect to my narrative… namely… the practical application of such truths.

There’s a certain… let’s leave him nameless… “world leader” who fancies himself my homeland’s Cheerleader-In-Chief. While I would never dance to any of the ugly ideologies spinning around within his noxious noggin… to a certain extent… I’d still have to agree with him that it’s important to calm citizens who might panic easily.

Of course, unbeknownst to him, being an effective leader involves far more than that.

What a shame he’ll never dance with the metaphorical Prudence. There’s so much her style of cheerleading could teach him. For starters, how it’s wrong to prejudge and buy into dehumanizing hierarchies and stereotypes. Beyond that, he could learn that a cheerleader can only motivate Team America, so much… especially when formidable opponents (such as the pandemic and economic / societal upheaval), are threatening to shellac us / shut out the U.S. on our own, home playing field.

To extend this sports metaphor, further, Prudence would point out that, ultimately, it’s the coach… not the cheerleader… who leads the team to victory.

 

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