Fly on the Wall Fake News?

 

Were we able to hot mic a manure eating housefly and release it within the Oval Office, what might we learn?

Two things are certain to make such an endeavor successful. With all the shit going on in that pigpen, there’d be little chance of our “bug” ever going hungry or even wanting to leave!

The benefits?

We could, in real time, finally eavesdrop on all the evil crap that’s actually being discussed, perhaps, even inclusive of this “perfect” phone call to the Food and Drug Administration?

DJT: Listen up you white lab coated losers! Science is shit! There’s nothing, REPEAT, NOTHING more important than ME getting reelected. To make ME look good, you WILL ramrod whatever Chinavirus vaccine looks the best thru the approval process, skip every last damned testing phase and start shooting that shit directly into the arms and asses of Americans on MY TIMETABLE. That means your DO or DIE deadline for making ME The Savior, is two weeks before Election Day, November 3rd! The only reassurances I want from you are that the voters don’t start dropping dead until November 4th. GOT IT?

FDA: Yesssir!

The End

 

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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

 

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Hey… it could happen…

 

While fake prez Donny’s recent bullying, of the educational community, has certainly increased and intensified the K-12, in-person vs. online learning debate, no one (who I’ve heard about), has addressed the issue of disciplinary problems.

What about the students with serious emotional issues… or for that matter… even those who just happen to be having the rare bad day?

Suppose a teacher punishes a misbehaving kid who, whether sick with COVID-19 or not, reacts by whipping off his mask to snarl, “If you don’t shut up and get outta my face, I’m coming over to cough right into your face!”

Hey… it could happen…

 

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Daddy’s Little Girl

So… just how insensitive… slash… out of touch with reality is Daddy Donny’s little girl Ivanka?

Hmm…

It’d be no yuge shocker, were we to spot her frantically hoofing IN CIRCLES, while planning her daddy dearest’s next gaudy, gold-plated, tasteless dinner party… slash… shameless, reelection fundraiser. In her weak defense, she’d be pacing about in the OVAL OFFICE, so what other way would there be?

Most likely, her dual dilemma would revolve around…

What color evening gown gown to wear and whether to serve white or red wine.

Further complicating her choices… [1] it’s sooooo tough to schedule a bash against the backdrop of the COVID-19 deaths of 142,000 Americans (and still counting), who’ve needlessly suffered and died during the pandemic of her sadistic daddy’s own making and [2] within the dank recesses of his ignorance and narcissism mucked up head, he doth fancy himself a heroic leader… you know… just because his numbers… his death toll numbers… have yet to rack up a “cool” one million.

First and foremost, Ivanka knows clashing with Daddy’s dinner guests’ attire would be a YUGE NO-NO! They’re certain to be decked out in their brown shirts adorned with swastika armbands and white robes accessorized with white hoods.

Hmm…

Why risk pissing off Martha Stewart and the Fashion Police, Ivanka? If the latter entities are anything like your daddy’s goons, the tear gas, alone, could ruin this Republican party’s atmosphere / ambiance. Ergo… seeing how you can expect everybody in attendance to be a freakin’ racist asshat… with buckets of blood on their hands, why not stick with white attire and serve red wine?

DISCLAIMER: Via this docudrama post, this blogger is applying a liberal coat of sarcasm. First and foremost, I’d never lift a finger to help this Odd Couple… unless it were my middle finger. Seeing how they’re both lifelong sociopaths, speedy resolutions will not be forthcoming, for the foreseeable future. Perhaps we should enlist the counsel of shrink, Mary Trump, who’d be far better suited to stage interventions (exorcisms?). And she MUST start with her Uncle Donny!

BTW, check out Ms. Trump’s credentials…

“Mary earned a bachelor’s and master’s in English Literature from Tufts University and Columbia University, respectively, and then completed a master’s degree and Ph.D in clinical psychology at Adelphi University, later contributing to a 2002 book about schizophrenia.” [read more here]

 

 

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Not Suffer Fools Gladly

 

As 1 of 7.8 Billion entrants in the Game of Life, I’ll readily fess up. Emotionally speaking, I’m far from perfect (more about that by blog’s end).

Yet, one hardly need be the epitome of emotional maturity / stability to, first, recognize what’s best for our human family and, next, act promptly, proactively and persistently.

Sacrifices of that nature should be second nature. Doing good, for the greater good, defines selflessness. It matters not if the required curatives, themselves, are elaborate or elementary… painstaking or pain-free… challenging or child’s play.

More to the point, let’s apply all the above to pandemic politics. Let’s start the game’s clock by fleshing and flushing out all, who have the unmitigated gall to call themselves leaders… i.e., the self-absorbed, self-proclaimed know-it-alls, who deny science and, as such, know nothing of consequence. As such, they squander golden opportunities to become the role models to the masses.

Even when this involves the mere child’s play of donning a facial mask, boneheaded heads-of-state throw temper tantrums to display their childishness.

Consequently, mindless people follow their mindless misleaders… i.e., wind up benching themselves in the Game of Life.

And who, pray tell, could ever expect sidelined whiny children to ever emerge as champions?

Such resignation / defeatist attitudes can only aid and abet coronavirus’ worldwide rampage. We, the misled beings are being beaten… some of us (literally) beaten to death by…

A mindless microbe.

Meanwhile, the levelheaded, who’ve been doing our level best to conquer corona, now stand by helplessly witnessing the stunningly unmotivated, maskless masses running amok… partying like there’s no tomorrow… some of these sickos even hosting pandemic parties. If you’ve yet to hear about them, Google the phrase.

They squander humanity’s nearly half-year long gains, which our masked mugs, social isolating, adjourned education and lost livelihoods had established.

They run out the Game of Life’s clock, where it has yet to even be determined if there could ever be a Sudden Death period of play… inclusive of the (hopefully completed) Hail Mary Pass? Long sigh…

To now make good on my post’s opening remark re my far from picture perfect, emotional fitness level…

While my commitment to helping save humanity could never be compromised, my patience towards the boneheaded and blasé now groweth thin. Could anyone blame me for saying…

I do not suffer fools gladly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s SICK!

As both The Young Turks’ Emma Vigeland and ABC’s Good Morning America report, college student gamblers, who reside in New York and Alabama, have been selling tickets to coronavirus parties, where they mingle with their testing positive peers. The goal? The first disease-free partygoer to contract COVID-19 wins the “gate receipts”… and society loses.

This story is consistent to my own observations during my rare ventures into my corona contaminated homeland. Whenever / wherever I’ve spotted unmasked patrons, invariably, they’ve been young “adults”.

This phenomenon ties into the inevitability of man-child, Dumb-ass Donny imprinting his devil-may-care attitude upon whatever few brain cells these coronavirus partygoers can muster.

To more completely convey the magnitude of my indignation, I would’ve needed to type this post all in CAPS and in a red text color. To check out other viewers’ outrage click onto our clip’s YouTube “Button” to access the comment section.

 

 

 

He’d never hurt the one he loves…

 

It’s an established fact that Donald J. Trump gets off on autocrats such as Vladimir Putin, Xi Jinping, and Kim Jong Un. Why?

Because, these odious strongmen, just like him, all get off on trampling harmless, powerless people… be that our human dignity / human rights… be that snuffing out all signs of life from our physical bodies.

That’s why Trump gets off on police brutality, too. He’s been living, vicariously, through his reprehensible heroes… the sadistic, bristling with racism, storm trooper cops… who’ve been fatally gunning down and asphyxiating people of color.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to surmise that, Trump gets off on coronavirus, too. After all, that microbe has been snuffing out all signs of life from the physical body. When we factor in the grim reality that COVID-19’s victims, disproportionately so, have been people of color…

Well… it’d be easy to see how… for a hardcore Klansman such as Donny… that’d be the icing on his “chocolate cake“.

That could explain, at least in part, why the goosestepping, Donald J. Trump has been marching in lockstep with that pathogens’ deadly march across America.

Most assuredly…

He’d never hurt the one he loves.

 

Stay Safe!
Stay Home!
Stay Masked!
Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pandemic’s Panorama (vers libre)

 

Nightmares don’t awaken me. They greet my reluctantly opening
eyes at the dawn of each worthless, godforsaken, pandemic day.
Another groaned, “Oh gawd, not again”, best sums up my mood.

Damn it! Still imprisoned by that insufferable, infantile, narcissistic
ideologue, who walks hand-in-hand with a microbe. They set forth
on a whistle-stop tour thru the diseased nation of their own making.

Chronicling the passage of time are my rapidly growing lawn and
hedge; the clockwork-like blooming of the seasonal perennials: the
computer chronometer; the refuse / recycling trucks’ weekly arrival.

Throwing open the dining room curtains; that “Have a Nice Day”
scene aids and abets that unseen by the naked eye, lurking bio-
hazard. Even a minor miscue could mean it’s curtains! I’m toast!

Next up, the no motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare; all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the A.M., freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.

From my front porch, I view my hood’s furloughed workers’ parked
grimy cars; windshields plastered by avian, avant-garde artists. The
once unnoticed, whooshing breezes, cast an otherworldly ambience.

Endless hours spent surfing the Net; gaining solace from my blogging
and perusal of the written and split-screen content posted by other
socially isolating souls. Will our noble efforts wind up all for naught?

At times, come the unavoidable, leave my protective bubble, masked,
ventures into town, to post remittances and lay in provisions. I cherish
the “Do you think it’s gonna rain?” chitchat with a grocery store cashier.

Such impromptu confabs inspire a stray tear of joy; ditto that, my home
repairs’ completed Hail Mary Passes; when my hood’s rabbits don’t fear
and flee me; when I pluck a lucky four-leaf clover they hadn’t scarfed.

By dusk, more no-motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare, all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the P.M. freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.

Evening brings binge re-watching of ancient dramas / sitcoms; narratives
so familiar, verbatim delivery of the protagonists’ lines comes EZ. By the
stroke of 12, it’s one more calendar rectangle to “x” off; time to nod off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Noah Speaks the Truth

The Daily Show’s Trevor Noah presents his even-handed, nuanced, meticulous, unscripted deconstruction of yet another incident of indefensible, undue police brutality / use of deadly force. In the process, he also documents the waning moments of Rayshard Brooks’ too damned short time on Earth.

About all I can add…

• Initially, this involved a matter of suspected public intoxication… a misdemeanor offense. Granted, Brooks did scuffle with the cops, however, he also tried to flee. Most reasonable folks would readily conclude that, at that point, he posed no threat and the cop had no good reason to shoot him dead.

• Considering how multiple decades’ worth of news cycles have been dominated by stories of police brutality / unwarranted use of deadly force… most recently of how a cop had murdered George Floyd… Brooks likely surmised he was doomed and had good reason to run.

• Although Brooks’ judgment had likely been alcohol impaired, he was still sufficiently sober to react to a lifetime of indoctrinated fear.

• The very brand of deeply ingrained fear that has been handed down from generation to generation… from father to son… both within pre-American and American society… for the past 401 years.

• The sobering truth is that there’s no shortage of white lawless lawmen, who will summarily mete out the death penalty for the slightest of infractions and, all too often, even when no law has been broken, at all.

• So there’s what we do know about the death of Rayshard Brooks. However, what most of us don’t know is how that cop had gunned him down on the day before his young daughter’s birthday party [Read More Here].

• Most reasonable folks would readily conclude that the good people who’ve been pouring out into the streets have good reason to protest.