Holy Sh*t - Notes on 2020, Vol. 17

This country has been its own Cirque du Soleil of calamity on so many levels. I wanted to write about the irony of the Coronavirus contaminating the White House, but then it seemed like every day something was happening on the news that inspired me to simply gape at various network broadcasts of this week and last.

The second debate is cancelled, because that’s what we do now when the president isn’t getting the ratings he deserves. Really, Cirque du Soleil is too dignified a comparison when discussing the shit state our country is in. If it isn’t the Cheeto saying he feels like he wants to kiss everyone at his reckless, mask-less rally, it’s Assface Lindsey Graham running the Barrett hearings the other morning with his racist mouth and arrogant interjections. Yes, Senator, please ask Judge Barrett about the feasibility of overturning Brown vs. the Board of Education. Perhaps Barrett can help you take us back to segregation after all. Forget about the fact that half of the people in that hearing weren’t wearing masks.

As if COVID wasn’t going to remain a political point of contention. It’s what fucks the Republican party up, this pathological disrespect for everything regarding COVID—the masks, the distancing, CDC guidelines, etc. It throws me for a loop every time. Can’t we all unify on a pandemic? At long last? I find it doubtful.

I almost can’t anymore. Too many things have gone awry to keep track of on here.

I voted the other morning, finally. I figured I should mention. In case anyone had any doubt, I voted Democrat. All down the line too. National. State. Local.

Oh and I voted for recreational cannabis on the back of the ballot too. Hopefully we get at least this if Cheeto stays in the Oval Office. I’ll need a lot of this product if I expect to get through four more years of a bankrupt TV show host running our country.

Cheers.