Hanging On


Green. The color of spring.

Symbol.

That’s what this picture brings to mind. A symbol. I saw this little weed growing through a gap in the concrete and I knew. I knew that we would keep on hanging on through this dark time. A time of uncertanty and fear. A time of outright greed and corruption.

And, that’s not out on the street. That’s in The White House.

When I heard Jared Kushner say that the national stockpile of medical goods was not the states, but theirs, I knew. He and his fellow administration members want to monetize needed supplies by selling them to the highest private bidder, who will in turn sell them to hospitals. I knew. I knew that we will have to fend for ourselves because this White House will kill us all if we don’t.

So.

It’s time to prepare as best we can. To use all of our resources. To use all of our creativity. To beat this virus. And, them. I no longer want them voted out of office. I wanted them imprisoned. I want them stripped of their ill gotten fortunes. I want them to rot behind bars.

I have been calling this time and place, life during wartime. It really has turned out to be that. This is not a political thing. A red v blue state thing. This is about surviving a dark hour.

Yes.

Many people are pulling together. Doing the right things. Our city and state government leaders are doing just that. Leading. There are governors, including ours, who are doing incredible jobs. Even the mayor, of whom I’m not a big fan, is doing just great.

I read a story in the New York Times about a landlord who owns twenty buildings. In Brooklyn. About 200 to 300 people’s housing. He forgave their April rent, saying that they should take care of each other and keep food on their tables.

It’s at the federal level that the problems begin.

If the Jared Kushners of this world aren’t corrupt than they are merely incompetent boobs. Kushner has never actually succeeded at anything. He blew a hole through the Middle East Peace Process. He bought property that should have never been bought. He ran his father’s business into the ground. The golden spoon in his mouth does not mean anything when he has no talent. No ability.

Angry? Me? Hell yes.

The world is in the toughest fight of our lives. These bastards who claim to be leaders want to pillage us. They want to line their pockets at our expense. They want to revive their now failing businesses with our money.

I’m not sure which is worse. The pandemic or the corruption. You can tell me. Please.

I won’t be around, but I hope in 40 or 50 years that the history books will decribe this era as one of the worst periods in all of modern civilization. I also hope that they will discuss the heros — famous and unknown — who did their level best to help us to survive.

Stay safe. Care for each other. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Stay indoors. Vote when it’s time. Enjoy all the bacon.

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