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Trump's Coronavirus Presser Was an In-Kind Contribution to Joe Biden's Campaign
Meanwhile, we should be serious for a bit. Listen to the serious people. Look, as Mr. Rogers advised us, for the helpers.
(Permanent Musical Accompaniment For The Last Post Of The Week From The Blog’s Favourite Living Canadian)
Someday, in the dim twilight of our gotterdammerung, when we’re fighting tooth and claw for the last edible nematode on the planet, let’s all take a moment to recall that Yamiche Alcindor of PBS once tried to save the world as we once knew it.
YA: You said you don't take responsibility, but you did disband the White House pandemic office, and the officials working in that office left the administration abruptly. What responsibility you take for that? And officials that worked in the office said the White House lost valuable time? What do you make of that?
THE PRESIDENT: It is a nasty question. What we have done is we have saved thousands of lives because of the quick closing. And when you say me, I didn't do it. We have a group of people. I could ask, perhaps my administration, but I could ask tony about that, because I don't know anything about it. You say we did that. I don't know anything about it.
Having already denied responsibility for any mistakes that had been made in relation to the global pandemic here at home, the president* then explained that he was not responsible for anything that happened within his administration. If there were a cock to crow in the Rose Garden, he’d be dead from exhaustion by now.
Anyway, the press conference was a joke but, in its defense, it probably counts as an in-kind contribution to Joe Biden’s eventual general election campaign.
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “Four Women” (Nina Simone): Yeah, I still pretty much love New Orleans.
Weekly Visit To The Pathe Archives: Here are some horses being treated for horse flu in England in 1949. It is not easy work, as you can tell from the people trying to get the horse to take the pill. I have a feeling that by about week two of self-quarantine, Grandpa and Meemaw are going to be pretty much in the same temper. History is so cool.
Is it a good day for dinosaur news, Nature? It’s always a good day for dinosaur news!
Here we describe an exceptionally well-preserved and diminutive bird-like skull that documents a new species, which we name Oculudentavis khaungraae gen. et sp. nov. The find appears to represent the smallest known dinosaur of the Mesozoic era, rivalling the bee hummingbird (Mellisuga helenae)—the smallest living bird—in size. The O. khaungraae specimen preserves features that hint at miniaturization constraints, including a unique pattern of cranial fusion and an autapomorphic ocular morphology9 that resembles the eyes of lizards.
We all have our miniaturization constraints, after all, not that it matters or anything. Even tiny dinosaurs lived then to make us happy now.
We should be serious for a bit. Listen to the serious people. Look, as Mr. Rogers advised us, for the helpers. They really are out there. For the first time, I’ve aged into a “vulnerable category.” It feels very weird. I also have Medicare, which I adore, and which I wish everybody had. My mother was hit with polio during the 1950s and spent considerable time in an iron lung. It scarred her for life. Epidemics do that. Call your kids. Call your folks. Keep in touch.
The shebeen will conduct business as usual, unless, of course, I get hit by another car. My self-quarantine has been materially affected by the cancellation of all sports, especially the NCAA men’s and women’s basketball tournaments. (I am severely Markus Howard-and-Sabrina Ionescu-deprived. I also am suffering from a severe Ernie-Jet-and-Chuck depletion.) It was the right call and I’m glad they made it, but damn, it really does put a hole in my year. Be well and play nice, ya bastids. Wash your damn hands and stay above the snake-line, or the ghosts of a hundred angry nuns will descend upon you and ruin your whole day.
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