How many times will we get an all access pass to see and photograph the world scant of humanity? A downtown devoid of any sign of life? Crickets and tumbleweeds. If tumbleweeds grew here. So maybe I'll tackle the garage. Sort, organize, whinnie down, consolidate and eliminate. Nah, who am I kidding? I'd rather drink and drive back to the liquor store.
I'm really missing the food truck rally every third Thursday. Right now, I'd kick your granny down the stairs for a BBQ brisket with smoked Gruyere on a toasted butter bathed brioche. Notice I said YOUR granny. Mine would pitch me over the porch hand-railing before I could even say brioche. Spry as she is for ninety four. God I hope I get them genes.
So as I was saying, Trump... nah, screw that! I'm not saying squat about him today.
Some have said COVID-19 has been our harbinger of better days ahead, well if you're a sociopath or an oligarch then hell yeah! But what I'm currently amazed at is the depth of denial and deflection so many of my generation have openly displayed toward the legitimate victims of the pandemic along with their disdain for the professionals trying desperately to keep us safe in a Whitehouse run by a narcissist and his model from a bottle wife? Ever wonder what SHE thinks? Nah, I didn't think so.
And then there's police murdering people who themselves are shielded from prosecution by qualified immunity. And we are shocked by riots and civil unrest by people of color. Really? Is there anyone else around who remembers 1969 and Watts?
Yes, yes, looting never proves anything other than thieving bastards will steal anything ain't tied down. Even if they were, enterprising thieves will borrow bolt cutters from the tool department to finish the job. And I'm talking your everyday thief before the virus took over and turned us all into pod people.
Yeppers, life is good.
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