It’s Day 349 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are ok today.
Never do I go out of my way to tune-in to Daffy McHairsniffer’s pressers — they’re not “appointment TV” (or radio) for me. But today I happened to be listening to a station that broadcast his sack-dance over the Senate passing the $1.9 trillion pork bill. Right off the bat, he mumbled,
“Help is on the way.”
I was immediately transported back to 1986 and Ronald Reagan’s famous quip,
“The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I’m from the government, and I’m here to help.'”
Reagan was right. No one does anything worse than government does. Knowing that Doctor Dementia and his leftist cabal are the source of “help” should strike fear in every true American.
Let’s get real about what’s happening here and now, in America, in 2021 — statist progressives created the “pandemic” crisis as a means of exercising control. They knocked the People down so the State could “help” them to their feet (with 9% of that $1.9 trillion of political pork). It’s classic pay-for-play. Progressives are buying votes.
Put another way, progressives are the firefighter who becomes an arsonist so he can be declared a hero when he puts out the fires.
Later in his bumbling remarks, Daffy said,
“For over a year, the American people were told they were on their own.”
At the federal level, for the most part, that’s true. Few Trump-administration WuFlu mandates affected Americans’ everyday lives, and that was as it should’ve been. That’s the way actual Americans prefer it — to be left the hell alone.
Now we’re stuck with a president who says that creating a culture of dependence on the State somehow corrects an error. It’s an abomination. It assaults Founding Principles. It misunderstands the proper role of government in a representative constitutional republic.
It’s not America.
My Saturday began early, while Deb was still asleep. I quietly gathered every battery destined for the bus — cameras, audio, lights, radios, tools, jump-start brick, backups and backups to backups — and I charged them all. It took almost eight hours, but it’s done.
Then it was off to run a couple of errands in a neighboring town. I picked up lunch for Deb and me at a BK drive-thru (where I saw the cringe-worthy sign captured in today’s header image) and returned home, where a friend was wrapping up work on the TV in the motorhome’s front living area.
Just like the job he did on Ernie’s bedroom TV, this was a pretty damned slick install. We took the new-fangled “smart TV” for a test drive, picking up Wi-Fi from the house. Audio is routed through the coach’s original-equipment (circa 2002) surround-sound amplifier.
Quaint, but it works for now.
We fiddled with the settings for a while — after auditioning them all we decided that we prefer “concert hall” over “jazz club” — eventually slumping into the comfy furniture and enjoying the new ambience. It was well after dark before, reluctantly, we returned to the house.
Today, I expect, Deb and I will start by installing three LED light fixtures and hanging window shades in the bedroom, then move on from there. Lots still to do.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath