Save our Hamberders; Implement the ‘Defense Protection Act!’

You know I don't care what you eat. I’m a 🌱 on the down-low, so please don't give me your anti-vegan vitriol. 🎶Nothing really matters to me. 🎶 or Freddy Mercury. This is Merica, where you can: Eat can what you want! Spread whatever pandemic God has plagued the earth with. Live mask free! No … Continue reading Save our Hamberders; Implement the ‘Defense Protection Act!’

Social Distancing March to April— a poem

Ventured out to the grocer, A day four weeks past; Always responsible, Muzzled in a face mask. ~ I saw no single soul With a face-covering. Which is meaningless; Because I couldn't see a thing. ~ This is an understatement: I was discomposed. While my glasses fogged up. Hell’s fire burned in my nose ~ … Continue reading Social Distancing March to April— a poem

Super Crunchy Chicago Winters in the Days of Yore

I grew up in Chicago before winters became mild. Chicago winters today are, like creamy peanut butter, for wimps. There can not be two opinions on this, because it is not opinion, it is a fact. Real men and women eat crunchy peanut butter. Likewise, pre-Y2K Chicago winters were crunchy, super crunchy, the stuff of … Continue reading Super Crunchy Chicago Winters in the Days of Yore

Where is the Stockpile of Masks?

I haven’t been posting as often as I usually do for good reason, but today I’m taking a break from the arduous task of growing out my unibrow to fill you in (get it?) on one of many current events. As I mentioned in a post earlier in the month, hospitals across the country have … Continue reading Where is the Stockpile of Masks?

Land of the Free, No Matter the Cost— a poem

Captain O’Crazy-town, bankruptcy boy Held rallies and golfed, dumb isn’t a ploy COVID denier- was one week too late Pandemic talons sunk in every state ~ ~ 20,000 people could’ve been spared Experts warned, he didn’t listen or didn’t care Two weeks- 40,000 might not have died Instead, 60k projected lost lives ~ ~ Played … Continue reading Land of the Free, No Matter the Cost— a poem

Your Death is a Risk Trump is Willing to Take

U.S. unemployment numbers have reached a ten year high at 22 million. This won't bode well for Trump and the GOP come November. Trump dropped the COVID19 ball for 70 days, although new information tells up that he knew about the impending pandemic as far back as November. He wasted months golfing and holding rallies … Continue reading Your Death is a Risk Trump is Willing to Take