Hanging with our fellow isolating neighbor last night—he was our Thanksgiving partner too, and Christmas—drinking wine and smoking weed and after blasting some way old school punk rock like the geezers we are (Wire and the Vibrators, don’t ask) and the newer if defunct The Mallard (who are just as interesting as the articleless Mallard, […]
Hanging with our fellow isolating neighbor last night—he was our Thanksgiving partner too, and Christmas—drinking wine and smoking weed and after blasting some way old school punk rock like the geezers we are (Wire and the Vibrators, don’t ask) and the newer if defunct The Mallard (who are just as interesting as the articleless Mallard, […]
As you did, no doubt, I got this postcard in the mail with the government’s advice on dealing with this thing. Pretty basic stuff; wash your hands, etc. Fine. What infuriated me, much more so than more important things, was the fact that it was called PRESIDENT TRUMP’S advice to Americans (or some such wording; I forget the exact phrase, and we tore the damn thing to shreds as soon as we got it.) Not the CDC’s advice, which was exactly what it was, but PRESIDENT TRUMP’S, as if he had come up with all this stuff out of his very stable genius mind all by himself. I can just picture the CDC being told to make sure his name was in big letters on the front of the postcard. It was this act of petty egoism that really got under my skin.
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