You knew it was comin’. After Dr. Don, at yesterday’s propaganda show, prescribed disinfectant injections or Clorox cocktails and UV enemas, or however one was to have them ingested, today we get that shit eatin’ grin with an ‘oh, I was being sarcastic.’ That is tRump’s modus operandi after he goes off on some batshit riff. And you also knew that his new White House press secretary tool, Kayleigh McEnany, would attack the media and say something to the effect of ‘the President was just testing to see how the press would respond,’ and sure enough her statement was “President Trump has repeatedly said that Americans should consult with medical doctors regarding coronavirus treatment … Leave it to the media to irresponsibly take President Trump out of context and run with negative headlines.” At least two Faux News commentators weren’t buying it, saying ‘he was not joking.’ You can read this article to see where tRump got the idea which pretty much blows up his satire response. In a letter to tRump, Mark Grenon, the leader of an outfit that peddles industrial bleach, told Trump that chlorine dioxide – a powerful bleach used in industrial processes such as textile manufacturing that can have fatal side-effects when drunk – is “a wonderful detox that can kill 99% of the pathogens in the body”. He added that it “can rid the body of Covid-19”. This continues to unbelievable.
I sure miss the sporting events at this time of the year. We would have had the NCAA basketball championships, with Oregon and Oregon State women’s and men’s teams competing that had teams this year that could have gone all the way. I feel bad for them, as this was a top goal for Sabrina Ionescu and the Duck’s women’s team. It will be fun watching her in the pro league playing for the New York Liberty next year, as well as Justin Herbert with the Los Angeles Chargers. The Blazers were playing pretty pitiful before the virus shut down the NBA, so it may have been a lucky break for them. Baseball should have started on March 26th, but the opening of their season has been pushed back. It’s good to know, however, that wrestling is an essential business and can resume filming in Florida after being declared an essential business by their governor.
I watched two interviews on the tube last night. One was with Alicia Keys, who performed her new song ‘Good Job’ during a global Town Hall on CNN. Here is a link, but be warned, it will bring tears to your eyes. The other interview was with a young nurse at a hospital in Phoenix, Arizona by the name of Lauren Leander, who stood silently, arms crossed wearing her scrubs, in front of protestors wanting the governor of Arizona to reopen the state. Here is a link to an interview on one of the local stations. These two ladies are my heroes.
HERE’S WHY WE NEED TO CONTINUE DOING WHAT WE’RE DOING
You wake up with a terrible cough, a fever, and severe body aches. Immediately, you rush to the doctor. Unfortunately, you’re diagnosed with COVID-19. For the last two weeks, you’ve been unaware that you were infected. For the last two weeks, you’ve ignored “the rules,” gotten together with some close friends for pizza, had a few people over, even visited some parks and beaches. You figured, “I don’t feel sick,” and “I have the right to keep living my normal life!”
With your diagnosis, you spend the next few days at home on the couch, feeling pretty crappy; but then you’re well again because you’re young, healthy and strong. Lucky you.
But your best friend caught it from you during a visit to your house, and because she didn’t know she was contagious, she visited her 82-year-old grandfather, who uses oxygen tanks daily to help him breathe because he has COPD and heart failure. Now, he’s dead.
Your co-worker, who has asthma, caught it too, during your little pizza get-together. Now, he’s in the ICU, and he’s spread it to a few others in his family, too–but they won’t know that for another couple of weeks yet.
The cashier at the restaurant where you picked up the pizza carried the infection home to his wife, who has MS, which makes her immuno-suppressed. She’s not as lucky as you, so she’s admitted to the hospital because she’s having trouble breathing. She may need to be placed in a medically-induced coma and intubated; she may not get to say goodbye to her loved ones. She may die surrounded by machines, with no family at her bedside.
All because you couldn’t stand the inconvenience of a mask; of staying home; of changing your familiar routines for just a little while.
Social Distancing — It’s not about YOU.
Have a nice Friday evening. Pour yourself a cocktail, or three, as at the present time liquor seems to be the glue holding this shit together. Stay healthy, stay safe, stay home. Ziggyman
Mountain Man Musings 