To Mask Or Not to Mask ---- That is the Difference Between Intelligence and Stupidity

Now that Donald Trump was almost successful in bringing down the destruction of the United States, let's take a look on how we'll fix it.

I, like many Americans, have been in my home since March ---- self-imposed isolation being important to my health and the health of my neighbors.

When I have had to venture anyplace, I've worn a mask (which is mandated by the City of New Orleans), but usually, I just stay home.  I am not so without imagination that I cannot enjoy the down time, even though I'm retired and most of my time is down time.  I have projects, I have reading and I am catching up on NetFlix movies.  My garden has never looked more lovely, my house has never been so clean, my meals have never been so creative.  In short, I am not upset that I can't go to a mall or a manicurist (things I rarely did anyhow).

But the whole "rights" thing associated with the masking of America has brought me to the edge of sanity.

We are mandated to wear seat belts.
We are mandated to stop at red lights.
We are mandated to not kill.
We are mandated to not steal.
We are mandated not to beat our children.
We are mandated to get vaccinated before going to public school.
We are mandated to wear clothes in public.
The list goes on ad infinitum.

Yet suddenly, we have a group of anti-maskers screaming about their rights - how they can't breathe - how this is fascist dictatorship.

I guess, if nothing else, this group of people might now start to understand how the mandates against abortion are ridiculously overstepping government's rights.

Here is what I have to say to this group of incredibly unintelligent, arrogant, narcissistic people:

1.  Get Over YOURSELVES.  Put a mask on.
2.  People are dying, over 130,000 of your fellow Americans, already.  Put a mask on.
3.  Don't want to be the planet's epicenter for the Covid 19 any longer. Put a mask on.
4.  Would not like to watch anyone die. (Actually, they must die alone).  Put a mask on.
5.  Care about your fellow citizens?  Put a mask on.
6.  Support Donald Trump in all his full-blown ignorance?  Put a mask on.

In short, people, put a MASK ON.

This Covid-19 virus is declaring open season on the unmasked.  So if you really want to get back to some semblance of normalcy, put a mask on and shut your ignorant mouths.  If you can't breathe - then die.  Alone.  Good Riddance.

F*ckerberg Kicks Me Off Facebook again - for stating the obvious

Have you actually looked at the people at a Trump Rally ---- or read the message on their clothing.

Let me give you an example:

Some beauty queen wore a shirt that said "Donald Trump can grab my pussy anytime".  And when I say beauty queen, I'm saying she could have won for Poppy Princess.  (That's a South Milwaukee insider joke.  Ask me about it.)

Regardless --- the people who attend Trump rallies are, for the most part, die-hard, swallowed the Kool-Aid, no political intelligence, pawns of a much larger and more well-organized scheme to turn this country into a Russian-like Oligarchy.  But we don't see the rich people behind the scenes.  We only see the, oh, what shall we call them?  Dumb F*cking Crackers?  Dentist-phobes?  Fat a$$ freaks?

So I said core Trump supporters are White Trash Assholes on Facebook, and I stand by that.  And the rich backers of this movement to destroy American Democracy are White Trash Assholes, too.

So Mr. Zuckerberg, you are a white trash asshole.  You are just like Donald Trump, and probably just as hated by almost as many people.

Kick me off Facebook.  It can't change who you are.  Cracker.

Required Reading

Today, The New York Times published the names of the first thousand people in American whom had died of Corona Virus.

I decided to read every name.  There are sixteen full page columns in a very small font.  I read the first column.  It took me five minutes.  Each name is accompanied by a brief statement of that person's life.   It will take me 80 minutes to read all of the names.  But I'm going to do it  I'm going to read all the names because these people weren't statistics, they were people, with lives, loves, fears, hopes and dreams.  They all had people whom loved them and whom they loved.

Perhaps the worst thing I've felt since the whole pandemic struck us down with a brutality few of us have ever known, is reducing deaths to a statistical number, and calling ourselves lucky that 100,000 lives lost is a good number.  It is not.

My heart breaks for the country.  For the ignorance that is sweeping the country in a mask-off chasm of  those being serious about not spreading the disease, and those whose freedom is marked by not  wearing a mask and carrying an assault weapon.

My heart breaks because America, our country, is so full of ignorant, self-absorbed, unconcerned people who would rather grasp at conspiracy theories being fed them by illegitimate news sources than don a mask, or stay at home.

My heart breaks because this once admirable country is nothing more than a greed feeding frenzy of billionaires while they rile many of us up into believing we're all having such a difficult time because we don't have enough Mexican children locked in cages, crying for their parents.  It is a great crime against humanity and one that will not go unnoticed by the historians.

The Corona Virus Pandemic has caused the end of America.  Most people don't see that yet, but I do.  And if this is what America is today, these horrible things I'm seeing on my news feed, then its good that its over.  We are nothing more than an evil empire whose time has come and gone.  We should be held accountable for our crimes against our fellow man.

I don't know what will rise from the ashes of America.  I'm slightly glad I'm getting older and closer to death so I won't be forced to watch the transformation.  Transformations of any kind are full of pain.

But I do worry for all the people left, especially the youngest members of my family.  We all deserve better than America.  And I'm so ashamed of this country for making me say that.

In Dreams

So here I am, Day 75 of the Corona Virus Lockdown.

I am somewhat bored, although I've taken to riding my bike through the now deserted streets of New Orleans with a whole lot less fear my bike will get painted white and I'll be dead.  I haven't ridden my bike since moving here.  So, let's call that a big win.  I forgot how much I like to ride my bike.  It's just pretty dangerous here in the land of stupid texting drivers.  It's been a real challenge to find a way from my house to Audubon Park and the bike trail, that isn't filled with man-eating potholes, but I have had fun mapping a zig-zag route.  There is a coffin sized hole in the street on Fern and Cohn.  I think a car actually went in it a few weeks ago, and people were badly hurt.  New Orleans has, as per usual, put an orange cone near it.  I digress, but honestly, my safety, and any bicyclists well-being, is not of utmost importance to any city council member.  In fact, it's not of any importance.

Where was I?

Oh yes.  In Dreams.

Dreams are funny things.  Mine are vivid, wild, remarkable (most of the time - some are very secret), memorable and I always feel like I got a free night at the movies and I liked the movie.  But lately, with this Corona Virus shutting down my normal avenues of fun, enjoyment and drinking venues, some of us are experiencing more sinister nocturnal visions than we're used to.  I have had a few bad nights with bad dreams......my husband yelling at me, my husband telling me he was leaving me for another.....my husband dying (that was the worst one - complete with me following an ambulance to Bay 3 of a Brick Morgue where they loaded him on a conveyor belt and sent him God knows where).  I'm not sure if that dream followed the one where he said he was leaving me, and I might have killed him.....just don't remember the sequence.  Kind of sounds like my initial reaction.  But dreams do not make sense mostly.  They reflect our subconscious thoughts and fears, wants and desires.

At least, that's what my husband, the psychologist, says.  I don't tell him all my dreams.  He's less interested in dreams than in what's going on when we're awake anyhow.  Psychiatrists and Psychotherapists are more interested in dreams.  But they're always poking their noses into your most private places.  They are the crotch-sniffing dogs of mental hygiene.

So my dream that was pretty awesome this week I just feel I have to share.  I had a date with Bob Dylan.

Bob Dylan!  Wow.  And he was the young, restless, revolutionary Bob Dylan and I was my young self too.  God, I love it when I dream I'm young again.  How we fail to appreciate all that beauty, zest and intensity when we're actually living it.

Bob came to pick me up and we went back to his rather nice basement apartment where he showed me a book of physics he was reading.  Somehow, Bob Dylan reading physics doesn't quite mesh, but he may well have an interest in physics, or else this was a metaphysical moment I was experiencing and Bob Dylan and I were actually talking. I told him about the great literature I enjoyed reading and then we were in a New Orleans club, dancing to some jazzy blues.

A very tall musician who was playing the jazzy blues asked me to dance and I danced with him, but I remember looking around to see if this was making Bob Dylan upset and feeling like a 15 year old girl, unfamiliar with the ways of dancing and boys in general.  This was the best dream I've had since the Corona Virus creeped into town and stole everyone's carefree.

I think it's worth noting that I remember the tall musician's body and arms around me more than I remember Bob Dylan's.

But I was young, and my hormones were raging.

Land of the Quarantined

So this damned Corona Virus hit America and the world, like a great big meaty hand slapping a delicate little face.

We're all sick of being confined to our houses.  But going anywhere is out of the question because everybody's potentially contagious and nothing at all is open. (I assume there are some restaurants and bars open in South Dakota.......where else are all those feverish meat packers going to go and complain that their out of a job?  But damn their governor is great for keeping Harry's House of Hicks open.

We are all sick of it.  And we're sick of this insane horse's ass Donald Trump coming into our living rooms every night just as we're getting ready to cook our tasteless food and drink our cheap wine.  We're sick of him coming into our living rooms and telling us to inject Clorox or shine some light up our anuses to kill the virus.  That's right folks.  That's what he said.

So I give a crap if I'm confined --- have been for two months already ----- and I give another crap if I'm eating mine or my husband's cooking because frankly, we're both pretty damned good cooks.  But I do mind having a f*cking idiot for a president.  I mind a lot.  I mind so much that given half an opportunity, I'd pin this son of a bitch to the ground and inject him with Clorox myself.   I'd tie a bandanna  around his shit spewing mouth so tight, his beady eyes would pop out.  I'd kick his stupid ass until the last of his brains fell out on my shoes, and then I'd tap dance across his bloated ass dead body with broken glass slippers.  And then just for the fun of it, I'd smoke a hole pack of cigarettes sitting on top of his blubber and I'd put every one of those damned cigarettes out on his face.

Can you believe this motherf*cker let this happen here?  And he's got the f*cking audacity to come on television every night and tell us what a great job he's doing.

I got a great job for you, f*ckwad.......Resign and go sit on your gold plated toilet for the rest of your godforsaken life.  We're all just ready for you to be dead.  DEAD.  BE DEAD.  BE DEAD SOON.

Georgia, Florida, South Carolina and Texas AIN'T WE GOT FUN!!!!

The four states in the title are home to some of the most ignorant politicians on the face of the Earth.

I could give you names and any number of examples, but let's just pick one particularly stupid and offensive thing that was said today.

The Lieutenant Governor of Texas told his people (this regarding opening businesses in his state during a pandemic) that people dying don't really matter if the economy rebounds.

Well Texas always likes to brag about how big it is, how great it is, how proud it is.  Soon they will be able to boast how many dead people gave their lives trying to save their economy.  Frankly, no one's economy can be saved at this point, and we are never going to go back to what used to pass as normal.  (It wasn't.)  This is a scary thing but it is not necessarily a bad thing.  Navigating uncharted waters is treacherous.  Especially with a status quo government that has allowed this nightmare we find ourselves in to happen.  We need a new governing body.  Of that we're all in agreement.

The oil industry basically collapsed in the world yesterday.......and there's a lot of unhappy oil millionaires in Texas.  There's some pretty upset Saudi royal family members too.  The oil industry dying yesterday was a monumental thing ---- bad for the billionaires, pretty f*cking great for the environment.  No one sees that silver lining, because the politicians and the billionaires want you to see the worst, so you can get the f*ck back to the business of making money for them.  If a few thousand of you die along the way, so be it.

These four states are Trumplandia - reddest blood in America, steeped in a tradition of racism unparalleled outside of America's deep south.  And these four states are about to bring you, in dying color, the end of the United States.

So take off your MAGA hat and salute these people.......

I intend to look on the bright side.  Out of the ashes of the fire these four states ignite today with their stupidity, what will rise?  Something more in keeping with our forefather's vision when they wrote the Constitution? 

Whatever it is, it will certainly be an improvement on the "what was" for most of us.

Either way, expect some pretty massive crematoriums to be built.  The dead are piling up already, and these four states just put Covid-19 on steroids.

F*cking politicians. 

The Quiet Revolution

If ya'll live in this world (and I assume most everyone reading this does), then you know what a giant mess we're in with this pandemic.

If you're fortunate enough to be experiencing this Disaster outside of the United States, I envy you.  You, at least, have leadership and sense guiding you.

Here in America, Donald J. Trump can't wait to get everyone back to what he considers "NORMAL".  NOTE:  Anything Donald J. Trump would consider "normal" is very f*cked up to begin with.

Our leader is telling us to go back to work, even though one in eight pregnant women showing up in NYC hospitals to deliver their babies are testing positive for corona virus .......without showing any symptoms.  Now apply that same ratio to the general public, and you come to the conclusion that unless and until every American citizen can be tested, it is UNSAFE to reopen America.  (How f*cking safe America ever was to begin with is a whole other can of shit spinach.)

And so we here in the United States must unite and tell our increasingly insane (and everyday less capable of hiding it) leader that we will not go back to work.



F*CK NO, WE WON'T GO!

This is a quiet revolution.  We won't be taking to the streets as some idiots just did in Michigan.  We won't be holding demonstrations.

We will, from the comfort, newness, boredom and delight of our isolation, be telling you that until everyone is tested, we will not be going back to work.  Your economy can collapse around your ears, but we are not expendable and we are not going to listen to you.

So NO.  Just say NO.  Just say NO to the mess our leader has gotten us into, And let's talk about the new world that is being born from this.

A world that is long overdue.