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October 2, 2020: And the Beat Rolls On

Okay. And so at first, we focused on the story at hand. The president of the United States was said to have this virus that is reputed to be fatal, particularly to those who are male, old, obese, and out of shape. Oh oh, we all thought.

Then the enormity of the situation slowly came to be. He who has had total wanton disregard in terms of taking any kind of precautions is called what he is – a super spreader. And so, perhaps the supreme court nominee has it. Perhaps the Vice President has it. Perhaps the Democratic presidential candidate has it. The list goes on and on.

And so we begin thinking, if the president dies, then the vice president will be in charge. And if he dies, then Nancy Pelosi,

the Democratic speaker of the house will be president until the next election. She could also be a lame duck president. Well, that’s encouraging news.

And if enough members of the U.S. Senate get this, the Supreme Court Justice nomination process could be curtailed until after the election. That’s encouraging news. I am not sure if it is now a good or a bad time to have an active imagination. I guess if one can make light of it all, by making analogous comparisons, then it’s a saving grace in that this is what keeps one from going over the deep end.

So right now, the present government can be likened to being a boat without a rudder, out on the high seas. It’s a political perfect storm. Hmm, man overboard, several men overboard. And the lifejackets have leaks. There are a few tin cans, set aside for baling, but they also have holes in them. It does feel like it’s time for the band to strike up “Nearer, my God, to Thee.”

The problem is, there are more of us than can fit into the boat. What to do? Go with the leaky boat or go down with the ship? Ahh, there is another option, and that’s the rapture. According to scripture, in the end the cream of the crop are going to rise into heaven and the rest of us are going to continue to wallow in the mire that they, to a large part, created.

In order to be one of the chosen, you have to have an up-to-date passport, a birth certificate, a letter of recommendation from your parish priest, a letter of verification from the your dentist saying you have flossed religiously, and have on hand a few good clean jokes; as in, how many wasps does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Two. One to mix the martinis and one to call the electrician. Furthermore, when it comes time to tell your clean joke, you need to be able to deliver it well. Once again, timing is everything.

It is hard to know which way the pendulum is going to swing. I think it is going to fall off its base. In the meantime, we are preparing for what’s next – got hay in the barn, wood in the shed, tomatoes in jars on the shelf. In the words of Edwin R. Morrow, good night and good luck.

Next: 273. 10/3/20: Confucius says. . .

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