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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

En garde Corona-V!

 

En garde Corona-V! En masse, we, who are enlightened, yet, bristling with justifiable enmity, hereby declare you Public Enemy #1. You, who endanger human life must never endure! We will endorse, enable and energize our finest minds; encourage them and their entourages to endeavor, around the clock, to enforce all applicable scientific laws. Under the strictness of laboratory controls, they will safely encounter / engage you; encroach upon your filthy turf until they discover how best to encumber and encapsulate you! On the very last pandemic tombstone, we’ve already engraved your name. We will bury you, not vice versa! End of story!

 

Till then… Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Principled Hannah Watters is Smarter than Her Principal

It’s no yuge secret that the reality defying, science denying, mucked up in the head Donald J. Trump, has been pissing away uncounted hours, daily, just to coverup his monumental bungling of the coronavirus crisis… a.k.a. the pandemic of his own making.

Indeed, the public must never know the truth that a mindless microbe has totally outwitted that unwise nitwit, who fancies himself otherwise. Yep, he’s even dubbed himself “the stable genius”. Uh-huh… whatever…

Working tirelessly towards that end… perhaps the end of the world as we’ve known it… he will…

Show the Door to ALL underlings who flat-out refuse to actively, sycophantically participate in his feeble, pathetic attempts to downplay All-Things-Corona.

Show the Door to ALL, who do not mindlessly echo his rampaging delusions… i.e., subscribe to his Pollyannaish magical thinking that COVID-19 is no worse than a case of the sniffles, that’ll just go away in a couple of days???

Alas, we now discover…

Show the Door vengeance does not stop at the White House exit signs. Nope, that extends all the way down to the Dallas, Georgia public schools.

The following copy and paste of the CNN YouTube website’s blurb will tell the rest of the story… a most disturbing story…

“CNN’s Boris Sanchez talks to North Paulding High School student Hannah Watters after it was announced that the school will switch to virtual learning for two days after at least nine students tested positive for Covid-19. Watters was briefly suspended after her photo of a crowded hallway gained traction online. The decision was later reversed.”

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dumb Donald: South of the Border

 

For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…

From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (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… situations such as…

“Dumb Donald was so dumb. He didn’t have an air conditioner,
so, to keep cool, he stuck a ________ down his pants.”

So, what’s the Dumb Donald / Real Donald connection?

Both are embroiled in too hot to handle summers as well as… ahem… to phrase this decorously… dealing with painful, south of the border issues.

RE the Real Donald’s long hot summer… his dual DIY projects find him obsessing over statues that wrongfully glorify bigoted traitors to America and deploying hotheaded goons squads to trample the 1st Amendment Rights of the Black Lives Matter demonstrators who, rightfully so, have been toppling the fake prez’s monuments to stupidity. Meanwhile, his neglected, raging out of control pandemic has resulted in skyrocketing the fevers of his COVID-19 victims.

RE the Real Donald’s deep south, not so hot nether regions… well… for the details… let’s check out Jimmy Kimmel’s interview with Stephanie Clifford. I’ve cued up this (rewindable) 10:42, NSFW Linked Clip to start at 7:56.

Re our Match Game clip… we can only hope that the Real Donald never catches wind of these panelists’ bygone responses… I mean… he’s just Dumb enough to actually try what, they claim, the Fake Dumb Donald did.

Well, it’s high time we scroll up and hit that playback button… discover how many celebs, contestant Kathy is able to match…

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Idiomatic “Where Am I” Riddle

 

Straight from the horse’s mouth, I feel like an interminably socially isolating, lone wolf who’s going stag to nowhere; the pandemic’s fish out of water, mad as a hornet, sitting duck; trapped like a lab rat in that weasel leader’s bereft of science, field experiment; condemned to waiting out the uncertain results while sweating like a pig; whipped up into ants in the pants magnitude agitation; succumbing to bats in the belfry mindlessness; driven to go on a homebound, till the cows come home bender where I’ll suffer a bad case of the spins, while pirouetting with pink elephants; the morning after finding me looking like something the cat has dragged in…

Where am I?

Aboard the pandemic era Noah’s Ark

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Street Level’s Virtual Saturday in the Park

While taking care of some business over the phone, yesterday, Angel, the customer service rep and I briefly chatted as she tapped away at her computer keyboard. Since it was the start of our homeland’s Independence Day, holiday weekend, she asked me if I had made any big plans to celebrate? My reply…

“Nope, I’ll be staying home and staying safe. There’ll be plenty more July 4ths in the future and, once this pandemic is over, there’ll be even more reason to celebrate them.”

Of course, seeing how there’s been this sudden, stateside resurgence of COVID-19, who the hell knows if that’ll be July 4, 2021… 22… 23…

Well let’s keep a good thought that it won’t drag out beyond 21.

Anyway, after hanging up the phone, I got to thinking about where I would’ve gone to celebrate. Seeing how I’m easy to please, I probably would’ve wound up visiting my favorite local park.

However, from what I’ve been hearing, there’s been this dramatic increase in foot traffic on my favorite nature trails, so, even though the odds of COVID-19 transmission are lower in the great outdoors… well… let’s just say I’ll be content to zone out on my blog ending clip’s content. Perhaps. it’ll prove therapeutic to you, too? Check it out…

As for our main clip, which tops off this post, we’ll be giving a listen to keyboardist Robert William Lamm’s composition, Saturday in the Park, which was originally recorded by his band, Chicago. His lyrical narrative will draw upon our communal, pleasant reveries of how, in better days, it was oh so easy to let the good times roll within sunshiny, fresh air, natural environs.

While I could’ve readily tracked down a Chicago studio or live performance, instead, I’ve opted, to showcase Street Level’s “Virtually Quarantined”, split screen, (figuratively and quite literally) out of this world, cover rendition.

To quote their YouTube set up blurb…

“Since we couldn’t play for you collectively during the quarantine, we got together individually to record this one for you. We thought it would be appropriate since, in 2020, Saturday actually does fall on the 4th of July! Also, it might be the first day we can actually perform again!”

Setting my sights way down the temporal road, I’m banking on Saturday, July 4, 2026, which will be our very next opportunity to live out this track’s lyrical sentiments.

Obviously, Lamm had not anticipated a global pandemic when he penned this song back in 1971. Nonetheless, the last lyric to his song’s bridge doth offer up… to us all… his most apropos, one liner, pep talk…

“Listen children all is not lost, all is not lost, oh no, no…”

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

RU really, Really, REALLY DYING to attend THAT Rally?

 

Let’s check out the latest poop on the big time Germ-O-Phobe Donny, the science denier and magical thinker, who had originally and erroneously claimed that [1] the COVID-19 “scare” was a Democrat Hoax, [2] this disease’s then known 15 cases would soon be down to ZERO and [3] the Pandemic would be all over… TA-DA… by the end of April!

These days, when the Trumpster isn’t hunkering down in his bunker, night and day, his medico feverishly tests, Tests, TESTS everyone, who comes within a micron of breaching Bunker Boy’s White House Bubble!

Hmm, perchance has Donny, who failed, big time, to act promptly, proactively and purposefully to thwart COVID-19, finally begun to appreciate the seriousness of the coronavirus crisis of his own making?

Not likely.

That praise junkie, ISO of his adulation fix, is just about ready to go quacking and waddling about his COVID-19 mucked up world and campaign trail. Seeing how that cad, notorious for hobnobbing and hanging out with porn stars and playmates, sans protection, will also be stumping mask-less, one wonders…

• Just how safe will that Germ-O-Phobe be feeling?

• How safe will the legions of his rally attending, sycophantic, sicko suckers be feeling?

Well, true to little wittle Donny’s “it’s all about me” attitude, he’s so “concerned” for the health and well-being of his voter base that he’s insisting they read and agree to the terms of his Rally Warning Label. Check this out…

“By clicking register below, you are acknowledging that an inherent risk of exposure to COVID-19 exists in any public place where people are present. By attending the Rally, you and any guests voluntarily assume all risks related to exposure to COVID-19 and agree to not hold Donald J. Trump for President, Inc.; BOK Center; ASM Global; or any of their affiliates, directors, officers, employees, agents, contractors, or volunteers liable for any illness or injury.”

REGISTER

Seeing how his fans are always dying to see see their Fascist idol… in the flesh… all 227kgs / 500lbs of his jiggly, flabby Fascist flesh… it’s entirely possible that his disclaimer’s first four words, “By clicking register below” will instantaneously prompt them to click on “REGISTER” sans reading the rest of Trump’s Terms. The consequences will be grave…

• The fake prez will not only be firing up his base, he’ll also be fanning the flames of a COVID-19 wildfire.

• His fans will soon be dying.

• Future campaign rally attendees will be those who’ve “only” been sickened by COVID-19.

• Hmm… just how safe will the mask-less Donald J. Trump feel when, his massive crowd’s roar gets replaced by the sound of everyone coughing up their diseased lungs?