Untold Millions ≠ 15 Cases

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This post’s headline refers back to Donald J. Trump’s fallacious (02/26/20) coronavirus claim…

“You have 15 people, and the 15 within a couple of days is going to be down to close to zero.”

In Actuality: What the (likely under-reported) worldwide death toll (approaching 7 Million souls as of 18 November 2022) fails to take into account is the uncounted 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.

Follow the links for a more precise fatality rundown; both WORLDWIDE and broken down by indivdual NATION.

BTW…  if you’ve been naïvely guessing that the coronavirus pandemic is over… GUESS AGAIN!

Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

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

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Stay on Board with the following life saving advice, too…

[1] Scrub hands often (at least 20 seconds each time), [2] Cover all coughs and sneezes, [3] Avoid touching eyes, nose and mouth, [4] Observe social distancing protocols (remain at least 2 meters / 6 feet apart, [5] Mask up in public, [6] Avoid large crowds, [7] socially isolate at home, [8] Self-quarantine if you’re feeling ill and seek medical professionals’ help, [9] Know that you can be asymptomatic and still be spreading COVID-19 to others, and [10] Some epidemiologists now believe mere speaking can shed coronavirus; human airborne “droplets” remaining contagious for long periods of time. Ergo, it’s possible to contract COVID-19 even if you are the only one in the vicinity. One of our best defense mechanisms is to WEAR OUR MASKS every time we’re in public; view the video, above, for further details…

 

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Executing Daft “Daddy’s” Orders

The U.S. Constitution was supposed to protect peaceable Renee Good’s and Alex Pretti’s 1st Amendment rights. Alas, both shockingly and needlessly perished because the prez (in title only) frequently and flagrantly flips off that very document. My heartfelt R.I.P. wishes to these casualties of that psychotic fascist pig’s war; condolences to their mourning families and friends.

ICE goons are Gestapo, we must not be vague
They sicken society not unlike a plague
Shoot protestors to “protect the borders”
Lamely claim, “Just following orders.”
Such a line won’t play out well at the Hague

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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10th Anniversary

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Achievement

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Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!

You registered on WordPress.com 10 years ago*.

Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging

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*January 21st (just as the ’16 presidential elections’
soap opera was starting to dirty up / melt down.)

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Traditionally speaking, this milestone anniversary is associated with gifts made of tin.

Now, that’s a totally apt metal, too, for, typically speaking, my posts frequently focus upon calling out one particularly peculiar, political personage, a tin god (a really nasty, narcissistic, ne’er-do-well); the totalitarian’s totalitarian, who we’ve discovered to be hellbent on transforming our formerly freedom based American society into an oppressive, odious tinpot dictatorship.

Regrettably speaking, he’s akin to the severely, mentally disturbed turbulent, tempestuous teen driver who has already driven our nation over the ledge; sent us all careening. tumbling, crashing into a Mariana Trench deep chasm. Only time will tell if we’re suffering thru a non-survivable auto wreck…

If “THAT’S ALL FOLKS”, the major casualties will wind up being Mother Earth and Lady Liberty. Our collective, long, long sigh. At the very least, may they both R.I.P….

Well wishes to my subscribers, readers and passersby. May all of you good, caring folks enjoy an as-healthy and humane-as-is-humanly possible Twenty-Six!

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Despot’s Hots for a Cold Metal

“King” fetishsizes the Gilded Age* olden
For Auric crap he’s bedeviled; beholden
Its luster sparks lust so effusive
What he finds damned elusive
Is subscribing to “silence is golden”

*“The Gilded Age (roughly 1870s-1900) was a period of rapid industrial growth, urbanization, and wealth in the U.S., but also rampant political corruption, extreme inequality, and social problems, named by Mark Twain to suggest it was “gilded” (golden on the outside, cheap underneath). It saw the rise of big business, new social classes, and immigration, setting the stage for modern America, but also significant labor unrest and social stratification.” – – – Google search

Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Tips to Restore the King’s English

  • momentarily setting aside the Hell-deep heaps of insufferable narcissism and strata of compulsive lying, typically underlying “his excellency’s” ceaseless, shameless bloviating over his amoral, inhumane, anti-American accomplishments…
  • getting down to the brass tacks / the requisite herculean task to restore the King’s English; of which “our” latter-day. so-called king doth not necessarily speaketh…
  • do check out Sleepy Sire as he weighs in… uh… in his very own words…

“There has never been a president THAT has worked as hard as ME.

For starters, in referring to himself as a “THAT” he doth wind up dehumanizing himself (even more than his own evil, vile deeds already have. To rectify this matter, he should’ve referred to himself as the “WHO”, who, after all, he is. Naturally, had he said, “WHICH”, instead, the WHO Rule would still be applicable.

As for his “I” versus “ME” error, there is a simple solution.

Once one adds “DO”. to complete that sentence, the proper choice undeniably falls into place; to e.g. that…

WRONG: “There has never been a president, who has worked as hard as ME DO.
RIGHT: “There has never been a president, who has worked as hard as I DO.”

Now, seeing how cantankerous kingy (to the best of our knowledge) hath already thrice (m)uttered “I Do.” and doth frequently whineth of the witch-hunts (of an entirely different political nature), which do haunt him / plague his wickedly corrupt régime, PERHAPS such memories could cast a spell over him; so much so, that his “mind” would automatically go into self-correct mode?

Now, if that seems a tad overly optimistic, might a well-timed reblog of this post serve as a friendly reminder? Naw, he doesn’t read much either…

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Under An Ad Hominem Homophone Spell

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He’s wholly holy? Nary shadow of doubt?
Yep, he’s their god, claim pseudo-saintly devout
Yet, that homophone holy terror
Is typographical error
Since he’s butt holey clone of a daft, Dolf, dolt kraut

Whilst my calling him a kraut is an ad hominem censure,
considering his goon squads’ needless cruelty towards
non-whites, PLUS how he’d likely consider that K-word
a compliment, why the hell not call him out in that way?
For SIX seasons TV sitcom, Hogan’s Heroes, said it, too!

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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The Buccaneer’s Buck Won’t Stop Here

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Meet King Conman, Convict and Conjugal Cheat
Whose big head EVEN trumps his massive seat
He’s pirate, the irate despise
Who WARS for “his” Nobel PEACE Prize
Each ignoble feat, swelling more than his feet

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On the high seas; too much December drear
Untold deficits of holiday cheer
Now calling the shots
Daft dolts and despots
Head buccaneer’s buck, won’t even stop here

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Alas…That’s the way it was…

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The Dealey Plaza, Dallas, Texas tragedy
Triggered the death of John F. Kennedy
No ballots had to be cast
It was the bullets’ blasts fast
That’s the way it was, One-One, Two-Two, Six-Three*

*2 P.M. Eastern Standard Time

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Escobedo’s Encomium

Mere days ago, Jimmy Kimmel delivered his heartfelt, nostalgic monologue to honor his dear friend and saxophonist / house band leader, Cleto Escobedo III. They had become fast friends, during their junior high school experience; progressing onward; for the nearly quarter century, which ABC TV network execs had elevated them both to late night, chat show stardom.

Several times, Jimmy’s fought back tears; his broken voice could amply verify every syllable of my lead paragraph’s praise. Also noteworthy is how this already emotionally tough task, had become even more so, upon factoring in the element of Cleto passing away whilst being only 59-years-young. Yet, our comedic hero could still awaken amusing anecdotes; moments of genuine levity.

My having eulogized my mom back in 2003, I did grow to know how possible it is to offer up a strong public face; to even crack a joke under such circumstances; thereby further proving the co-existence of comedy and tragedy. And, even tho my audience had been vastly smaller than Kimmel’s, this doth not diminish such facts of life and death in the least.

As for the deeper implications, i cannot help but shudder at the very thought of Kimmel’s earlier, fortunately brief suspension / cancellation; namely, how his fate had rested within the hands of THAT small handed, stone-headed, stone-hearted, swaggering, flaccid, husk of a man; i.e.THAT parasite, who had done his damnedest to silence the speaking truth to power host.

Had such a horrific plot been seen to fruition, this could’ve easily precluded our witnessing the Escobedo eulogy; i.e., one of those rare moments of soulful, exemplary, quality TV programming.

And to think kingy still hath the audacity to use… correction… abuse the “power” of his round office; to round up; maybe even detain / deport comedians; just because mister thin-skin cannot take a joke (to, perhaps, learn how to be a better human being).

This true tale also provides ample proof that every meaningful friendship must embrace Diversity, Equity and Inclusion; all of which did serve both Cleto and Jimmy well. Yes, indeed, this is just one of life’s lessons, which so desperately needs to be learnt by everyone; especially, all who have ever been hoodwinked by THAT fake leader / real hoodlum.

Beyond that, he has a lotta damned gall to find fault with humane being Kimmel, et al.

Other certainties still remain in play. too. Kingy shall never harbor, let alone, be able to kindle such warm human(e) feelings.

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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A TASTE of Sensory Overload

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We who judge from sound, public opinion court’s bench
FEEL no fascist fool, evolves into a menche
We SEE fools grab power, usurp
HEAR greedy boors pig-out, grunt, burp
SMELL fecal miasma, from such pigsty stench

Hopefully, this poetry might wake up ALL toadies,
who have yet to figure out that ALL tyrants suck!

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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Casting Our Fate/Ballots To The Wind

As I type out my story within these wee Thursday hours, my purpose is to relate what has transpired from this past week’s pre-Election Day, late Monday afternoon hours; onward. Weather-wise, that starting point certainly did feature some inordinately gusty weather conditions (hence my post’s above headline).

Hmm, might that have even foretold the very favorable winds of change, which my homeland / hometown have so desperately been aching for? Well, one can only hope, eh?

This having been a really “off” election year, only six city council wannabes had been listed on our ballots; namely, those seeking the fame and fortune afforded by the three to be claimed seats. Ergo, my task had been easy-peasy; actually even easier seeing how (from my point of view), only two of these six office seekers did share many of my sensibilities; address my concerns.

Fleshing that out further, it has been our status quo, obscenely wealthy citizenry’s priorities, which have been oppressing we, the everyday people; making our lives unaffordable, difficult to impossible for untold decades. Anyway… long sigh…

Seeing how it would’ve been too late to actually mail my ballot back in, I hauled it over to City Hall to make good use of their secure, indoors drop box. And so, tick, Tick, TICK, time was now marching; be that onward or backward.

Fast forwarding back to the here and now, and as I had fully expected, the online reportage has just confirmed that, just like my two choice office seekers, I had totally bombed out.

And the fact that the winners, aka the Missy and Mister moneybags “have mores” are now due to get sworn in, come January, that also means that the lives of we, the have nots / nothings, will not be improving appreciably anytime soon. Hence, it’s with heavy heart that my post’s parting words will wind up being…

The inordinately gusty, ill winds of NO CHANGE still prevail / overrule.

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Be kind to humankind! Keep in mind that whether vaxxed or unvaxxed, we can still shed and spread the batcrap crazy contagious coronavirus. If we ever hope to end this damned pandemic, once and for all, we’ll need to stay publicly and properly masked.

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