"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall.”
-- Edgar Allan Poe, writer
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2 comments:
It is clear and imminent danger to the president and the white house.
The scummy masses have their virus crawling across the White House lawn.
Even his proud boys and boogaloo fellas haven't been able to kill enough people to keep the virus hoax from the superior race republicans. Trump taking his Brisket with the codes to Walter Reed as he considers Nuking us. He awaits the final word to launch from Putin.
OK, in my attempts to hold onto human decency I am (for now) restricting my cold political calculation to counting the number of Republican Masque of the Red Deathers in the senate and hoping beyond hope that 1) they derail the confirmation of the handmaid to the supreme court, and 2) that Susan the fuck Collins doesn't end up being the deciding vote and thus become even more insufferable than she already is.
Also, my schadenfreude is being tamped down into a small ceramic jar with the words "Stephen Miller has it" inscribed on it in hopeful day-glo calligraphy.
Am I a horrible person?
Probably not, but I am definitely someone who has seen enough real "you might not survive this" adversity to be able to simultaneously hope for the full and speedy recovery of those Republican monsters who find themselves infected, and still admit their monstrosity.
And I do hope Fergus has a full and speedy recovery, just in time to lose the election fair and square (HAH!) and then to live a nice long post-presidency, maybe even long enough to serve most of his prison sentence, during which, since he's already had it, he will require and receive no special accommodations to prevent him contracting it.
I filled out my ballots last night, and as soon as Briana finishes filling hers out (which will be a while with the 12 or so propositions to look into) we will take them down to the drop box in Oakhurst.
I have a goddamn Republican congressman that I got to vote against, which was an entirely different kind of a good feeling from voting for Barbara Lee every other year for so long. His opponent is a weak-tea Democrat who will probably lose, but she might have a chance if there are enough of us gentrification refugees out here in the hinterland now to swing it. We'll see. Also, there was one goddamn Republican running unopposed, and we fucking have to never let that happen. You can't win if you don't run.
Thank you again for the podcast, we knew this would be a good one, and we were right about that.
The goddamn Creek fire four ridges to the east of here is 312,000 acres and 49% contained, so aside from the smoke that hangs in the trees like a fog, we dodged that bullet.
Littlebeast the cat, murdered a luckless bird and brought it into our room and dropped it on the floor in a drift of sad little feathers, and the goddamn raccoons have invaded to the point that they have eaten all of the mosquito eating fish in the pond and now the little bloodsuckers are eating us alive, and last night one of them climbed up the spiral staircase and knocked one of Zsuzs' plants in a decorative ceramic pot off and broke it.
The fire has the bears on the move, and several of them have been spotted on the road lately, just as they are trying to fatten up for winter, so the cat stays in after dark.
-Doug in Sugar Pine
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