On May 1st I wrote a blog claiming it was time to reset the COVID-19 clocks. Trump was claiming that America would experience 50-60 thousand virus deaths by August (and he would consider that a win) and on May 1st we’d already reached 63,000 deaths. So, it made sense that we pay close attention to what the number does between May 1st and August 1st, just to see how wrong he turns out being.
Today is the first of May and the Coronavirus death count just went north of 62,000, more than the number of US troops who died in Vietnam. The total number of confirmed Covid-19 cases in the nation is nearing 1.1 million. It is also the date that many states plan to begin relaxing their COVID-19 restrictions while not meeting the most minimal of federal guidelines.
As the states begin turning to business as usual, nobody knows what will happen. Almost the entire scientific and medical community tells us it is too soon and we can expect to see the number of confirmed virus cases and deaths explode. Approximately 85% of the population thinks it’s too soon to open the gates. At the same time, Orange of the White House and his tribe of anti-science Mad Maxers argue that making money and checking out asses at the beach is more important than grandparents dying.
Orange of the White House got into one of his shit storms on Twitter yesterday and raved that Noble Journalism Prize recipients should return their journalism prizes to the Noble Committee. Upon being told by one of his caretakers that there was no such thing as a Noble Prize he deleted the tweet but not fast enough. The Internet works much faster than Trump and his latest stupidity was found out.
A learned person would know that there is the Nobel Prize and it has nothing to do with journalism. The journalism prize is the Pulitzer Prize. There are a variety of Nobel Prizes in various areas of science and literature and a Pulitzer Prize for Journalism. Trump will never possess either to hang on his wall next to that Purple Heart he will never have.
This is Trae Crowder and friends and it’s a sketch. But, can’t you just close your eyes and see such a planning session actually taking place?
Who knew, until Orange of the White House told us, that for most of us the cure to COVID-19 is no further than the cabinets under our kitchen sinks or maybe on the floor in our laundry room. But then again, Orange, “is no doctor.”
I was watching some news earlier and one of the subjects was the anti stay at home policy of the Michigan governor. Seems the right-wing doesn’t give a shit about science or viral death if it gets in the way of them scratching their asses in someone else’s space. Their motto seems to be, One for None, or some other selfish nonsense.
Of the many photos I saw, two caught my attention. One was of a sixty-something man dressed in a red MAGA cap and armed with a video camera. He had his face into about every group shooting
The first American Coronavirus patient was confirmed on January 20th. What happened afterward, regarding the response of Trump and his government, is the subject of a major job of investigative reporting by a team of the best the New York Times has to offer. This morning’s Morning Joe program on MSNBC spent the entirety of its 90-minutes covering the Trump reactions and the approximately 70-days before Trump decided the pandemic was real and demand something from him other than simply calling it a Democratic hoax.
Hey, ready for a little humor?
Who would you rather take CoronaVirus advice from, a comedian who speaks with four-letter words in half of his diatribe, or, a self-proclaimed stable genius who can’t spell virus because it has more than four letters?
Everyone should know that the costs of pharmaceutical medicines in America are out of control. I’ve used this example several times and it is nothing special, just what millions of Americans experience every time they go to the drug store. A friend found himself suddenly facing a needed life-altering drug that runs him over $1,900 a month.
While I don’t know any of the manufacturer’s arguments for that drug costing so much I can easily assume, and likely be correct, that a degree of excessive profiteering is somewhere in the formula.
If you’ve been around Greenfield for very long you’re sure to have heard that Greenfield is known as “Little Chicago”, a small town with a questionable reputation. All the years I grew up here I’d occasionally hear that claim. However, I must not have taken it seriously because I never felt insecure or scared while running the streets and allies as a young boy, which I did lots of.
As an adult, I’ve come to realize that there is nothing unique about Greenfield and its people. Like every other community, we have our problems and our problems are pretty much related, to the population size, educational level, and economic opportunity and income. Large cities with bad schools, high levels of ignorance, low incomes, and poor chances for advancement have the same difficulties as small rural communities. The difference is mainly the number of people. The more people the more problems. Even places that have none of these problems have problems.
The population of the US Territory of Puerto Rico is 3.195 million US citizens. In 2017 the island was struck by two major hurricanes that inflicted horrible and long-lasting damage. Congress authorized $20 billion in relief aid but so far only $1.5 billion has been released; the balance being held back by Trump’s Department of Housing and Urban Development headed up by the always insensitive and incompetent, Ben Carson.
We all know how Republicans love to charge the Democrats in Congress with never doing anything. It’s the easiest and most convenient means of throwing or diverting the heat off their backs. After all, it takes two to tango and while the House is one of the necessary partners in the dance, the GOP and Moscow Mitch controlled Senate is the other.
Actually, American lawmaking is not a dance for two. Instead, it is, as the French would say, a “danser pour trois.” Before anyone
Some years ago I had a ham radio acquaintance who lived in West Virginia and worked in a Radio Shack. Anytime someone asked him what he did he very proudly said, “I work in retail.”
I never really understood how someone who sold capacitors and 7-transistor portable radios could swell up with such pride as he displayed. Maybe jobs that didn’t require working underground and breathing bad air were just that rare in the Mountain State.