(Ran out of the foolish, excessive hope I had that the reelection was going to be a rerun of 1964 -- huge rejection of the GOP -- or a flipped version of 1984 at least. And the greater fear is that the senate stays under Moscow Mitch's control in which the nation is really, really fucked.)
You know what's depressing? The fact that Trump and the GOP think the solution to covid is advertising. Not "Hey, here's a real-world problem that's killing Americans, so we need science and research." Instead it's just "Wow! This thing is making Dear Leader look bad, so how can we convince people that contracting a potentially fatal illness is a good thing?"
Out here on the East End of Long Island, in the Town of East Hampton (where I live in the Village of Amagansett) the Town Board actually beat Trump to the punch. Back in May they hired a PR firm to redesign their website and handle communications about Covid. As a former communications and advertising person I didn’t quibble. (The website is awful; looks like something my dad designed after he retired, bless his heart.) The thing I opposed — and wrote a letter to the local paper about — was the language in the proposal that discussed the “communications.” This PR firm was to see to it that the public hear upbeat, positive stuff. Cheerleader open-up-those businesses stuff. At a tune of $60,000 a month. Which is pricey for out here. Adding insult to injury was the fact that the PR firm wasn’t a local one — it was based in New Jersey (!)
Only thing that would surprise me is that anyone would be surprised. They're trying to bellow, bluster and bullshit their way through COVID because they bellow, bluster and bullshit their way through *everything*.
So are we pretty much thinking that when the Occupant was rushed to Walter Reed in the middle of the night, and Pence ready to take the controls, that Tubby OD'd? It seems like the best explanation to me.
Also, what was up with that weird "I won't be President any longer and you all will be dead" moment? It reminded me a closing soliloquy for a tyrannical ruler in a tragedy play, dying from a poisoned chalice & suddenly realizing his mortality in the most pathetic way possible. The only thing that could come after it is a stage direction like "Exit, pursued by Barr"...
Well, that's... gross. Roy, I'm gonna recommend sleeping with some tobacco leaves in a bag under your pillow to clean this kind of poison out of your soul after you write this stuff. I mean, we love you and appreciate it, but this can't be good for you, man.
I have a plan to defeat despair and inspire hope. It's to elect Biden and Harris and a majority of House and Senate Democrats and then have the law order all the Trumps, and all the administration factotums, and their spouses and their sheep and cows and household pets into quarantine until the courts and various House and Senate committees can ascertain guilt and assign appropriate punishment, which wouldn't have to include prison (but could!) but might entail horrors like having to listen to Donald Trump coronavirus election rally speeches on endless loop or be visited by the ghosts of 200,000 coronavirus victims (courtesy of Industrial Light and Magic) or attend high school in Georgia...
Maybe the pro-virus videos can feature some cameos from Herman Cain, or a touring hologram or something. They can do all kinds of things now. Herman could pop-up saying, "Hey! It looks like the virus is not as deadly as the mainstream media first made it out to be!" which his Twitter account just tweeted yesterday (ICYMI). You can't get more upbeat than that.
Look, I know we're all just poor players strutting our hour upon the stage blah blah, but who the fuck wrote this play? This stuff is way, way over the top.
They're even recruiting dead "celebrities" like Zombie Herma "9-9-9" Cain to pooh-pooh the very virus that did him in. We've reached the Danse Macabre stage of the Trump Campaign. And we haven't even reached the traditional GOP October Surprise event yet, which I predict is being prepared by Vlad and his GRU buddies.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Ben Carson. I was a pediatric neurosurgeon, so of course now I'm Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. And I'm here with some good news. Some people are worried about this virus that seems to be going around, but as a doctor, and a Secretary, I can announce that we've figured out how to beat it. Next time you're out with other people--at the ball game, or at school, or in a casino--just breathe less. You see, breathing is something we do automatically, but it's also something we can do on purpose. Isn't that great? So don't let your respiratory system boss you around. That's not what America is about. Use your freedom to take command of it. Inhale, and hold your breath for as long as possible. Because the less you breathe, the less chance you have of inhaling the virus. And tell other people to do that, too. Together, we'll beat this virus, and pretty soon we'll be getting America working, and going to school, and breathing, again. Thank you."
Kill me.
(Ran out of the foolish, excessive hope I had that the reelection was going to be a rerun of 1964 -- huge rejection of the GOP -- or a flipped version of 1984 at least. And the greater fear is that the senate stays under Moscow Mitch's control in which the nation is really, really fucked.)
You know what's depressing? The fact that Trump and the GOP think the solution to covid is advertising. Not "Hey, here's a real-world problem that's killing Americans, so we need science and research." Instead it's just "Wow! This thing is making Dear Leader look bad, so how can we convince people that contracting a potentially fatal illness is a good thing?"
Please tell me the whole thing— including the news item— is satire.
Out here on the East End of Long Island, in the Town of East Hampton (where I live in the Village of Amagansett) the Town Board actually beat Trump to the punch. Back in May they hired a PR firm to redesign their website and handle communications about Covid. As a former communications and advertising person I didn’t quibble. (The website is awful; looks like something my dad designed after he retired, bless his heart.) The thing I opposed — and wrote a letter to the local paper about — was the language in the proposal that discussed the “communications.” This PR firm was to see to it that the public hear upbeat, positive stuff. Cheerleader open-up-those businesses stuff. At a tune of $60,000 a month. Which is pricey for out here. Adding insult to injury was the fact that the PR firm wasn’t a local one — it was based in New Jersey (!)
Only thing that would surprise me is that anyone would be surprised. They're trying to bellow, bluster and bullshit their way through COVID because they bellow, bluster and bullshit their way through *everything*.
So are we pretty much thinking that when the Occupant was rushed to Walter Reed in the middle of the night, and Pence ready to take the controls, that Tubby OD'd? It seems like the best explanation to me.
Also, what was up with that weird "I won't be President any longer and you all will be dead" moment? It reminded me a closing soliloquy for a tyrannical ruler in a tragedy play, dying from a poisoned chalice & suddenly realizing his mortality in the most pathetic way possible. The only thing that could come after it is a stage direction like "Exit, pursued by Barr"...
Well, that's... gross. Roy, I'm gonna recommend sleeping with some tobacco leaves in a bag under your pillow to clean this kind of poison out of your soul after you write this stuff. I mean, we love you and appreciate it, but this can't be good for you, man.
I have a plan to defeat despair and inspire hope. It's to elect Biden and Harris and a majority of House and Senate Democrats and then have the law order all the Trumps, and all the administration factotums, and their spouses and their sheep and cows and household pets into quarantine until the courts and various House and Senate committees can ascertain guilt and assign appropriate punishment, which wouldn't have to include prison (but could!) but might entail horrors like having to listen to Donald Trump coronavirus election rally speeches on endless loop or be visited by the ghosts of 200,000 coronavirus victims (courtesy of Industrial Light and Magic) or attend high school in Georgia...
Maybe the pro-virus videos can feature some cameos from Herman Cain, or a touring hologram or something. They can do all kinds of things now. Herman could pop-up saying, "Hey! It looks like the virus is not as deadly as the mainstream media first made it out to be!" which his Twitter account just tweeted yesterday (ICYMI). You can't get more upbeat than that.
Look, I know we're all just poor players strutting our hour upon the stage blah blah, but who the fuck wrote this play? This stuff is way, way over the top.
They're even recruiting dead "celebrities" like Zombie Herma "9-9-9" Cain to pooh-pooh the very virus that did him in. We've reached the Danse Macabre stage of the Trump Campaign. And we haven't even reached the traditional GOP October Surprise event yet, which I predict is being prepared by Vlad and his GRU buddies.
I suggest they get Zombie Judy Garland
Pack up your troubles and just get happy
Ya better chase all your cares away
Sing Hallelujah, come on get happy
Get ready for the judgment day
This is one of the REBID pieces that should be made free. It's short, punchy, and provides a great flavor of the full subscription.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Ben Carson. I was a pediatric neurosurgeon, so of course now I'm Secretary of Housing and Urban Development. And I'm here with some good news. Some people are worried about this virus that seems to be going around, but as a doctor, and a Secretary, I can announce that we've figured out how to beat it. Next time you're out with other people--at the ball game, or at school, or in a casino--just breathe less. You see, breathing is something we do automatically, but it's also something we can do on purpose. Isn't that great? So don't let your respiratory system boss you around. That's not what America is about. Use your freedom to take command of it. Inhale, and hold your breath for as long as possible. Because the less you breathe, the less chance you have of inhaling the virus. And tell other people to do that, too. Together, we'll beat this virus, and pretty soon we'll be getting America working, and going to school, and breathing, again. Thank you."
I just got back from a week in the mountains - no news was good news. Yah, really. Gonna have to stop reading the news.
Thanks for the humor Roy, I don't know which endlessly deep well you're getting it from, but its balm for the soul.
"All excerpt Grandma Azar, God rest her soul. But she had a good long life." Good riddance to the old broad. She was costing too much anyway.