I don’t know about you but I’m going to turn my attention to November.
COVID-19 has settled in and we’re just going to have to let it run its course. As Dear Leader said in his presser yesterday, “Just enjoy your living rooms.”
It is clear mass testing will never happen no matter how many reassurances they give us about it being just around the corner. Without mass testing we have no idea and no data.
So the Trump administration has rationalized this – apart from lying about rejecting the WHO tests because they were defective (they weren’t but the CDC tests were) – by saying yesterday that we don’t really need testing because we should all just be staying home and social distancing anyway!
So as Walter Cronkite used to say, that’s the way it is. Personally, I don’t need to watch this trainwreck up close and personal between now and November. I will hang on for the wild ride that we’re in for. I will wash my hands. I will not hoard. I will stay home. I will pray that somehow there will be enough ventilators to go around. I will do everything I can to not contribute to spreading the virus and I will focus my time in isolation working to elect a Democratic president, congress, state government and participating in whatever grassroots actions I can take to ensure fair elections in November – assuming we have an election.
Now is an opportune time to write letters to the editor, sign those progressive petitions, contact representatives and the governor, donate to campaigns.
By the way, the media isn’t really making this clear: Younger people are in less danger of getting terribly sick from COVID-19 but you can still get it and spread it, so please stay out of the bars for awhile. [UPDATE: Bars and restaurants have been ordered closed by Governor Reynolds].
Bob Cesca’s thoughts in Salon yesterday.
Trump voters justified this choice by suggesting that an obnoxious, undisciplined “businessman” who sold steaks in Sharper Image mall stores was fully qualified to run the world’s most powerful government (which isn’t at all like a business). This was like shoving a carnie who runs the Tilt-a-Whirl into the cockpit of a Space-X rocket. Maybe he’ll stir things up, they thought, choosing to experiment with the presidency by handing an erratic weirdo the nuclear codes. What could possibly go wrong? For starters, the rocket is nosediving, and we’re all passengers, including the voters who put us here.
Indeed, carnage is what we’re seeing now as we wake up to our shocking new normal for the foreseeable future. But even before the COVID-19 crisis, even before the financial crisis, there was the “Trump Crisis” — the daily institution-crushing mayhem erupting from Trump’s phone, from federal investigators and from the fast-moving process of turning the executive branch into a subsidiary of the Trump Organization. It was only a matter of time before Trump’s flimsy, brittle presidency, built on make-believe and held together with masking tape and spit by Fox News, fell apart. Sadly, we’re all getting hit by the debris from the crash.