This covid-19 pandemic
is definitely stopping all fun in its tracks. I was not planning to blog today, because I had been scheduled to be on travel right now to the UK tonight from Orlando International Airport. Enroute to visit with virtual friends [from this blog, whom I’d meeting for the first time] and seeing the now cancelled Human Seventeen concert in London on Friday. Speaking of which, Heaven 17’s first US tour is also on hold. As is probably everything you may already have a ticket to this year. It’s only a matter of time until my work is on hold as well as I anticipate all non-essential businesses to close soon simply because the social stability necessary for successful capitalism to flourish is rapidly draining down the plughole as pseudo-life forms that are indifferent to the requirements of capitalism follow their programming to propagate, and by extension, thin the herd. No matter how much money any one person may have in the bank.
The horror of the Resident in the White House have been like a surreal nightmare for the last three years and four months.
Anytime I thought about it, my mind refused to accept the truth. That the least fit man in America for the Presidency had been handed the reins of power by the part of America’s election process designed to give slaver states almost 250 years ago a disproportionate voice in our Presidential elections. But it was a conceptual nightmare until now. The nightmare of seeing virtual boots on necks as a dry run for actual American Authoritarianism. The nightmare of dog whistles being put away and the sordid underbelly of America paraded out in full view for all to see without the shame of the postwar era.
We are preparing to enter an actual nightmare unlike anything seen since World War II. With global infrastructure impacted by a deadly disease that can and will kill en mass. And the front lines are not thousands of miles away, on other continents; they are outside of your front door. And the odds are less than a coin toss that anyone reading these words will be affected by the pandemic.
Many nations, such as Italy, are already there, and no amount of defense spending will stem its tide. In fact, we can blame defense spending in America for part [sadly, not all] of the incredibly poor response to the crisis thus far. There’s no lack of will to take money from the citizen’s pockets and fill the coffers of defense contractors, who elect our officials by proxy thanks to our insane election processes that see presidential candidates running for two years leading up to the actual election. But there is lack of will to invest in public infrastructure that would be very useful right now if the current Resident didn’t have a irrational vendetta against anything the previous President [whom he didn’t even run against!] had achieved in office and therefore sought to dismantle out of childish spite.
We will never get leadership from the twelfth rate celebrity f***up currently occupying 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Nor will we get it from his enforcer, the Senate Majority leader, whose only activity in office is to foster the corrosion of the government itself from within to better let money in the hands of a scant few – our true masters – run riot over the land. When faced with an existential crisis like this, he simply ran away and let any remaining adults attempt to cope with the problem. But what IS he doing from the safety of his Ol’ Kentucky home? Calling on his Democratic opponent on the November 2020 election to cease running his ads that trumpet this action. And frantically stepping up his task of packing the US Judiciary branch with right wing idealogues ahead of the November 2020 election. Apparently he’s not full of the old confidence. Could it be that the current regime will be owning this debacle that has the power to transform world society with its impact?
One hopes so. So pardon me for the political venting, but I am pissed off! Lives are at stake and the response at the federal level in America has been a worst case scenario of primates throwing feces in the face of an unknown threat. Join us tomorrow [maybe] for more of the light-hearted musical fare that we’ve come to expect at PPM. [possibly]
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