I Know…

…this is going to be a very unpopular opinion for bleeding heart liberals like myself, but after making a trip to the local Target for groceries today, I’m beginning to think that maybe the herd needs to be culled and humanity needs a purge after all.

Except for the store employees, myself and a very few others, no one was wearing masks. No one (including Target employees, who seem to insist on stocking the shelves when the store is busiest and blocking aisles in the process) was observing the 6-foot rule. I tried, but it seemed no matter where I stopped to look at my list or answer a text, some yahoo was standing next to me within a matter of seconds. And people were touching everything.

I asked three different employees the location of a particular item. I got three different responses, all incorrect. It was only when I opened up the Target app on my phone and searched myself did I find what I was looking for.

Like last weekend, the amount of Saturday traffic was near normal, indicating the people are not staying home except for essential trips out of the house. And it seems that during the four (six?) weeks of stay-at-home orders, most of the population has forgotten how to fucking drive.

If it takes a pandemic to rid the species of the willfully ignorant, then so be it. Let them congregate in their churches. Let them gather together on statehouse steps and scream that businesses be reopened. Hell, let Trump’s lickspittle Republican governors open their states and ensure that when a second wave of Corona hits in October, it will further reduce the number of  the Orange Baboon’s voters; his “very fine people.”

Everyone…

Everyone has tried to move something with their mind at least once in their lives.

C’mon…admit it.

It’s like we know instinctively we should be able to do this; like it’s written there in our software, but it’s as if the hardware wasn’t enabled.

And this, my friends, is why the Orange Russian Wig Stand still has a 40% approval rating. Even now.

A Gentle Reminder

If you must leave your home to go shopping, grab a coffee, pick up meds, or just because you’re going stir-crazy, please do it responsibly. Wear a mask. If you’re putting gas in your car, carry wipes or gloves in your trunk and wipe down those germ-infested filler handles before you touch them. If cabin fever has set in and you need to take a road trip (a highly-recommended cure, BTW), minimize your exposure to other people, and if you do need to come in contact with your fellow humans, wear a mask and practice the six-foot rule.

Look, this ain’t rocket science, and I realize it sucks for everyone involved, but since the the government’s (i.e. Trump’s) response to this pandemic has been such a monumental clusterfuck, a few weeks—or a couple months—of isolation to prevent this virus from killing even more of the population is worth it.

And I realize this is coming from a position of white, thankfully-still-employed privilege. All this Is annoying for Ben and I; staying at home is a manageable inconvenience—but I can’t even imagine the level of stress that anyone who isn’t in that position is experiencing right now and my heart goes out to them.

Quote of the Day

Let me explain why I like to pay taxes for schools even though I personally don’t have a kid in school. It’s because I don’t like living in a country with a bunch of stupid people.” ~ John Green

A Fantasy

Not at all practical, and would piss a lot of people off, but it would be the ultimate fuck you to Republicans and Vladmir Putin:

Joe Biden and whoever he selects as his running mate are elected.

On January 21st, 2021, the vice president resigns.

Joe appoints Hillary Clinton as VP. (I know she said she’s done with public life, but play along with me for a minute.)

On January, oh…let’s say the 31st…Biden resigns.

Clinton is sworn in.

Republican heads would fucking EXPLODE.