Check Out This Death-Sentence Sentence


Considering the absence of acting expeditiously, proactively and honestly, science savvy leadership… regrettably and typically a stateside issue… this means wiping out the coronavirus pandemic has been left up to us. We, the everyday ordinary people of the world, are fully capable of doing something extraordinary… namely… making a difference… becoming the containing / conquering heroes… if… and this is THE BIG IF…

We follow these common sense precautions…

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

Upon dusting off my ages old, wind-up analog stopwatch, I’ve discovered that the above paragraph’s sentence takes approximately 20 seconds to utter or mutter.

Were we so inclined, these Words-To-The-Wise could be delivered 3 times per minute… or 180 times per hour… or 4,320 times per day. And while repetition is key in “selling” any “new”, time-honored concept… we need not go to such an extreme.

All it really takes is transforming this Six-Step Sentence into the life saving catchphrase that it already is. By reciting these very words every time we wash our hands, that sentence could easily become the coronavirus’ death sentence!

Indeed, instead of humanity, that damned bug would be doomed.

It’d be far more meaningful than merely singing Happy Birthday twice. After all, it’d be securing our future birthdays, too!









Two MUST SEE Dress for Regress Videos!

Subtitle: Vid(s) of the Day

A few days ago, while chatting on the phone with my nonagenarian next-door neighbor, we soon discovered how we’ve both been ruminating re the sorry state of our homeland and world. More to the point…

We share the POV that the Trumpian / Dystopian cancer has been rearing its ugly head… indeed taking root… primarily because too many of our compatriots are absolutely clueless regarding what Real American Values actually are / what basic human decency truly involves. I could go into a litany of the particulars, but will reserve such a discussion for another blog… another day.

Anyway… after a few moments of silence… I realized we were both pretty much bummed out. So, to slightly lighten things up, I half joked that… considering our homeland’s plunge into Donny’s bottomless pit of ignorance (e.g., [1] his being all fired up on “clean” coal, [2] his flat-out refusal to respect time-honored scientific principles, etc.) it’d be wise for we, who debunk Donny… to… at the very least… visually fit in with his retrograde society’s motif.

And follks… most assuredly… I’m already on top of that! For starters, I’ve been letting my grey beard grow long and wild.¹ Indeed, I could already easily blend in amongst a gathering of Dark Ages men.

Hey, who knows? That, alone, could easily save my very life. Think about it. You never know when Nazi Donny will start rounding up the scientifically inclined folks, intern us in concentration camps, put us on trial for heresy and burn us all at the stake. Whew… now that’s what I’d call a witch-hunt! Yeah, yeah, I know I’m conflating the Dark Ages / Colonial / WW-II eras, but… that too… serves a purpose… namely… to point out that those who fail to learn from history, stupidly, repeat it!

Naturally, we, who hope to blend in, will also need to conform to a period-consistent dress code… so… to that end…

As a public service… and to further everyone’s assimilation into Donny’s Dark Ages… I’m providing the following two dress for regress videos… based on illustrations in the Luttrell Psalter

Ladies first…

As for the ploughmen…


¹ At present my beard measures out somewhere between retired CBS Late Show comedian David Letterman’s… but has not yet attained the ZZ Top range.