The person that chose that particular song for America’s Presidential Shitstain whilst on what must have been an absolute delightful factory tour deserves a round of applause and a raise.
If I might add one small thing: I don’t want to wear any of the masks that outfit produced while the Presidential Shitstain oozed through the place.
Out comes pure gold. Just when I was beginning to get into the groove of this pandemic curse, I learn I have to include Lysol wipes in my diet. (Need I say don’t do this? I guess I do. DON’T DO THIS.)
Will wonders never cease? Don’t bother answering that. I won’t be here. I’m going to get naked and go outside to bathe in the light whilst passing Lysol wipes. Talk about a clean sweep.
INHALE THE LIGHT!
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Guess which country this shite is coming from? No points for you if you have already called it the beer virus.
“What we’re trying to do is to utilize a laser-focused approach rather than a generic horizontal approach. And I think in the 21st century we should be able to get to that,” said no one that knows anything.
In the meantime, there is tubitv, which plays an announcement about staying in place and the odd commercial, and all that. It doesn’t have a huge selection, but it does have a lot of classics in the weird sense. Tubitv is completely free when you open an account. I have no idea what countries are eligible, but windscribe.com, which has a free version, should help with that. (It works just fine in Canada.)
And, there’s Ozark! Plus Unorthodox. And so much more good television, thanks to the interwebs and no thanks to big cable.
I began prepping for this total shitshow on March 2, and I’m not even a prepper. The first thing I did was buy a thermometer and establish a median for yours truly before beginning to take my temperature several times a day. At the same time I stocked up on Tylenol-branded pain killers.
Next I headed for COSTCO to buy gloves and Lysol wipes. I didn’t see any fistfights, but the lineup for good old bumwad wasn’t short, either. I managed to get out of the place using self-checkout, where there was no lineup. I guess the olds were a little reluctant to try something new at their fave place, although I hear that’s no longer true at my own favorite bulk warehouse.
Very early on I noticed the occasional shortage of many grocery products on store shelves. That is unheard of in this country, although I have seen it in others over my lifetime. Grocery stores were sending out emails telling all and sundry who would believe them that there was no shortage of supply. That it was upstream supply chain problems. Can I get an uh-huh on that? Don’t bother. I don’t care, grocery store magnates.
Weeks later, those same stores are still sending out the same newsletters, worded differently but spouting the same bullshit. Another uh-huh, por favor.
Six days ago, on one fine morning at 0800 I drove some supplies up to relatives in a tiny town 200 kilometers (120 miles) north on Lake Huron. The route happened to take me past a COSTCO. People were lining up already – at eight in the morning! – practicing their social distancing so they could be let in, 50 at a time. Good luck with that, although there’s nothing else to do since everything has been shut down except for essential businesses. While the interpretation of “essential” is broad, it’s what was needed.
Want to know what the biggest pain in the ass about our modern world’s unprecedented times? (Welp, besides the death and destruction of the entire world’s health care systems and its users, that is.)
It’s wiping down every single thing I bring into my household so the stupid shits sneezing and coughing and breathing and the ones still alive don’t infect me!
Okay, now that that weight is off my chest (pun intended, even if you don’t get it), what am I doing with all my leisure time? You want to know, I’m certain. And even if you don’t care, here it is:
I’m watching virus movies! Thank you tubitv.
Oh, and one more thing. My writing productivity is way up. And so are downloads.
Life is good. Write on. Breathe on.
Just don’t breathe on me.
Now we are at war with Eurasia.
Ya gotta show some lurve to those MAGAjesus propagandists on that weird network watched by old people. The network was able to turn on a dime.
I wonder how many of those socialist, toothless old Medicare bloodsuckers put their backs out when they tripped over their tax-funded walkers? Imagine sucking the lifeblood out of a country by depending on government handouts funded by hard-working taxpayers.
Have they no shame?
The incompetent, clueless Presidential Shitstain met with the titans of American cash-and-carry, who couldn’t wait to shake hands with their chief idiot and mentor. So proud of their accomplishments in the field of “medicine”, they tripped over their compadres to get to the microphone. Once in the limelight, they fondled it, adjusted it, and mumbled a few incomprehensible and meaningless words of encouragement that ended up covering the mic in spittle.
It was a great example of circus maximus, all to help drag the latest tin-pot, third-world country deeper into a cesspool of its own making. That the “titans” began or ended their embarrassing ass-kissing by proudly shaking the hand of one of the filthiest persons in the American banana republic said it all.