So many people talking about “unity” and “bipartisanship,” and what they mean is Democrats doing what Republicans want or Republicans will whine about it and the media will run with it. Well, been there, done that.
Burned the t-shirt.
We know the games, the ones where absolutely nothing from Republicans is treated as “compromise,” while Democrats are demonized for not giving Republicans–who lost the House, the Senate and the White House because voters didn’t want them in control–control. It’s a new day.
And we’re going to call it out.
The nonsense is nonsense and it will not stand. Every time you see it, say something. Ridicule the ridiculous.
Bipartisanship means compromise, not capitulation. If Republicans want to be involved in creating solutions rather than problems they’re welcome to hop aboard; otherwise they can stop their incessant, endless whining and internalize the reality that Democrats won.
They gave credence to the Big Lie, knowing themselves that it wasn’t true, ignoring the contradiction of their accepting their own election results while rejecting President Biden’s. They watched as trump stopped President Biden’s briefings from the Pentagon, as people like Michael Flynn advised him to use the military to overthrow the government.
They knew. We saw what was coming; they had more data that we did.
So here we are, with Republicans throwing a tantrum over not getting the whole pie, and poised to shrug at planned attempt to end the United States as we know it. Hold them accountable.
It’s a kind of in between day, which fits with my in between mood. It feels like something is going to happen and it’s not going to be good.
Of course that ominous sense is pretty constant now, bad things happen minute to minute and second to second in this twisted timeline in which we find ourselves. It’s relentless and that’s probably the point.
Or maybe it’s just me today.
I probably shouldn’t have more coffee. The caffeine certainly wouldn’t help matters.
Meanwhile, I can’t tell if it’s haze or blue or clouds outside this morning, the sky is a wishy washy color with no clear purpose. Hmm, sounds familiar.
Anyway, I’m going to get a Monday going here. I hope you have a good one.
Advisor: “Mr. President, (yes, it’s a male potted plant. There was a much more qualified female potted plant, but people thought she was too firmly planted and her leaves should have more shine. Let’s start again.)
Advisor: Mr. President. FEMA says we need to deploy supplies and support to Puerto Rico after the devastation of Hurricane Maria.
Advisor: Mr. President, there’s some weird guy here, I’m not sure how he got in here really, he just keep showing up. Out of thin air. Often after people see a loose bat.
Advisor (cont’d): But anyway, you know families seeking asylum at the border? He’s suggesting that we separate them, put the kids in these camps, you know, at high concentrations, and then adopt them out and keep no records, and deny them education, adequate food and sanitation in the meanwhile. Like I said, he’s weird. What do you say?
President Potted Plant:
Adivisor: Good, Sir, then we’ll just stay the course and not do any of that.
Advisor: Mr. President, there’s a terrible virus emerging, and our health experts advise pandemic protocols: testing and isolation, contact tracing and PPE. What course should we take?
I can’t say that my attempt to keep it light last week was entirely successful. It’s tiring, this new way of life, and honestly, I’m tired of it. And that’s the entire truth.
If I could be more upbeat, I would, but it’s been a long time of this, and there are so many people trying to make it worse, perhaps hoping to increase the spread. Who knew so many people wish they could kill other people?
It’s gray again today, though it could get sunny any moment, it’s been doing that, bright and dark, dark and bright. My head doesn’t like it at all.
At some point, people will ask what it was like when nearly 70,000 Americans died in two months and the government tried to make it worse at every turn, seizing equipment and tests, insisting people offer themselves as human sacrifices for the economy.
And the answer is it was ghoulishly normal, one day bleeding into the next, the dishes still getting done, laundry folded and put away, too much time in front of the television and opining on social media.
It is slow and it is fast and it is, above all else, excruciating.
That’s it for me for today, have as great a Monday as you can, and if it’s not a great Monday, that’s OK too.
Can it be sunny and gloomy? Or maybe outside is sunny and I’m gloomy. People deliberately trying to spread a deadly virus will do that to you.
Although I saw a great Twitter thread about our current stress response, so I’m going to embed the first tweet right here. I know it’s not just me, and now you know it’s not just you.
I’ve seen a lot of birds flying past the windows lately, I think they’re wondering where we’ve all gone, we of the endless supplies of food. Someone told me last night that the rats are dying in the city, because all their usual buffets, especially the restaurants, have dried up.
It’s weird, but I feel a little sorry for the rats.
But onward we march, largely by not marching, as we wait for the numbers to increase again due to these “protests.” Or pro-death demonstrations. From coronavirus enthusiasts.
I usually like to start a Monday off a little more positively, but the apocalypse makes it a challenge. Oh well, tomorrow is another day, as Scarlett O’Hara once famously fictionally said. Have a great Monday and give yourself a break.
It’s snowing. It’s not quite covering the ground, but there are white patches, and it seems the snow is just blithely carrying on. It definitely makes going outside far less tempting.
It’s another week of shelter in place in the books, and I think everyone is starting to wear. The truth is that we will need a new, odd kind of fortitude to see this thing through, and to see it through losing as few people as possible.
At least the weather is on board.
My coffee is cold. I shall return.
Ahh, that’s better.
Interestingly, I haven’t hit boredom, at least not yet. I wonder what happen when we run out of things to watch. That will be a dark day.
Anyway, I hope your Friday is as filled with as much joy as is possible, especially if your birthday is coming up, and that’s aimed at one specific person who may or may not see this, but if it’s true for you too, if nothing else, it will be a memorable birthday.
It’s another gray day here, low, dull clouds, not a lot of birds flitting. Maybe it’s going to rain.
It’s been a long stretch of shelter-in-place, and as itchy as I am for it to end, I wonder how long until it’s safe, actually safe, genuinely safe. We are reminded of the Spanish flu, which did some damage the first winter, but then devastated the next fall.
We don’t want that.
As they work on vaccines, and we hang in, hang in, hang in, I marvel at an incompetence so vast, so all-encompassing, it cannot be accidental. And still he pushes to make it worse.
And that is Monday in a pandemic.
I am pithless today, and need to make some masks for errands I’ll have this week, so I will go work on that. And I hope you have as good and as productive a Monday as you can.
It’s interesting how we adjust to this new way of existing, of this no longer doing everything we want exactly when we want it, or finding everything we need when we need it.
How we adjust to staying home.
The noises have changed too, and it’s only just now I’ve noticed that they’re not doing the work they’ve been doing the last few days. The traffic is quiet, nearly not there at all. I know that all around me, neighbors are home, but they too are quiet.
I like the quiet,
It’s sunny today, bright and warm, and the grass is starting to shine a bright, new green. But I cannot smell it, though if I think about it hard enough I can, I cannot get near it, the parks are still closed. Soon we’ll be missing the crab apple blooms.
I wonder if the birds who fly through in the spring are here.
I’m not stir-crazy, it’s not that exactly, but I miss breathing in nature.
Well, anyway, I hope your Tuesday is peaceful and productive.