"That was the week that was. It's over let it go. Oh what a week it was."
I only wish we could. That was part of the theme song of a program that reiterated the top stories of the week when I was in Junior High (middle school). When times were simpler, major stories did not occur on a daily or even hourly basis that proved to be of such overwhelming interest to all and sundry. Actually in the stepped up 24/7 world of broadcasting the digging for kernals of possibly newsworthy events runs scarce at times. Thus one will be regaled with stories about Mrs. Anderson's cat playing soccer; Mr. Humphrey's potato that looks like Dolly Parton or little Jimmy's urine stream spelling out his name on the playground serving as fodder for the palpating gristmill of those who cannot sleep.
Beginning with the highlight of last weekend, a super fun super spreader event was held with Republican heirarchy paying homage to Trump's latest acquistion. Another conservative (read stick up their arse) candidate for the Court ala Suprema. No hidden agenda the orange one boldly stated his purpose of "loading the court" with conservatives in the eventuality that America decides they have had enough of clown town as a way of running our country and vote him out. After declaring he will not go quietly, the next step was obvious.
I am sure, if confirmed, the candidate will rule as a strict constitutionalist. Unfortunately it is the constitution of the 1700s that the lady apparently espouses declaring that a woman should always have a man approve any major decisions or purchases. One wonders if she even appreciates how the women who have gone before sacrificed everything to give her the chance to become a lawyer, professor, judge and possible supreme court justice. Also as Mother of seven children (to her credit, two are adopted and one has special needs) we know she practices what she intends to "preach".
Next the debacle that masqueraded as a debate presented viewers with the same horror/eye covering disgust that we reserve for the worst of "B" movies. To say that Biden scored points by not knocking the President on his keister is small comfort. At least we know sputtering tyrants will not faze Joe and incoherence can be addressed with sanity. Speaking of sputtering, a new weapon was deployed by the Pres, who shortly thereafter tested positive for Covid-19, as apparently his arsenal for addressing the Nation's crisis' contained nothing of note. Hence he attempted to "solidify" his performance by trying to infect the opponent. A tactic copied by his entire entourage and family attending the "sh---show" who disdained the wearing of masks or testing before the event.
As usual the ploy backfired as the President, First Lady and various members of their entourage, staff and high-ranking lap dogs/Senators have since tested positive. After being admitted to Walter Reed with possibly serious symptoms, and lying about it, the Pres was bombarded with every medical therapy both accepted and experimental for Covid. But he's feeling fine and working away (though signing a blank piece of paper with a Sharpie is not terribly onerous...). Despite leaving infected people reeling like bowling pins in his wake he had the brilliant idea of leaving isolation and cruising through downtown in a hermetically sealed limo filled with captive secret service personnel (excuse me volunteers) wearing a little fabric mask.
After months of down-playing the pandemic, mocking and ridiculing those who follow the very guidelines set by this Administration the arrogance is mind-boggling. Our reality is children and adults schooling and working from home; important, meaningful events postponed or cancelled; women in isolation giving birth; loved ones extremely ill and dying alone; over 200,000 Americans dead in seven months. The President addresses our ongoing agony by taking a victory lap to wave to the crowd who still grovel at his feet. If that is the ones he appeals to, then open the windows and toss them a germ.
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