It’s Day 200 of the Ohio Shutdown and Day 136 of playing the home version of Jeopardy.
My family and I are well. Lots going on these days, but at least it’s the weekend.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll spend my Saturday winterizing the Bumper Bunker. It’ll be my first time doing this, as well as the first time putting this particular trailer to bed. It’s not a complicated task, really, just tedious.
And maybe a little bit sad. Necessary, though, at this latitude.
The hardest part, I think, will be getting to the bypass valves on the back side of the water heater — if they’re not accessible from the top, under the mattress, I’ll be crawling on my belly into the front storage compartment and removing a panel. We’ll see.
Yesterday I talked about how much time our governor spent babbling about irrelevant stuff, but I failed to mention what he said about WuFlu.
“People are simply not being cautious,” he whined. “They’re going about family life, meeting with people, we’re not seeing masks being worn.”
Imagine that, eh? It’s as if Ohio citizens are no longer paying attention to his royal decrees.
Here’s the payoff pitch — masks, said DeWine, are “the entrée into freedom.”
Freedom, you little tyrant, is conferred at birth. Americans who have the misfortune to live in your Ohio don’t recognize this “entrée” bullsh!t — we do as we choose.
So, governor, it’s long past time for you to sit down, shut up and let the People handle this.
He won’t do that, of course. Today he took his Tour of Fear on the road, hopping all over western Ohio in an attempt to stir up hysteria. The guy’s destroying this state.
I listened to most of Trump’s “Largest Radio Rally in History,” which occupied two hours of Rush Limbaugh’s program this afternoon. It was remarkable, actually, with both men sounding damned good — one coming off hospitalization for WuFlu, the other having undergone treatment for cancer earlier in the week.
Oh, and Trump dropped an F-bomb. ‘Merica. #MAFGA
Rush’s audience is a known quantity, so yes, it’s fair to characterize today’s event as “preaching to the choir.” But again, what’s Trump’s key to winning?
Spending a couple of hours whipping up Dittoheads was a calculated move, and a wise one.
To close this out tonight, I want to point out Daffy McHairsniffer’s latest tactic. When asked yesterday if he favors adding seats to the Supreme Court, he said this:
“They’ll know my opinion on court-packing when the election is over. … I know it’s a great question, and… I don’t blame you for asking it. But you know the moment I answer that question, the headline in every one of your papers will be about that.”
Translation: Daffy wants to add seats to the high court so that he can pack it with leftist judicial activists. And he doesn’t want to say so because it’ll cost him votes.
And he’s daffy enough to admit it. These are strange days indeed.
Take care of yourselves. Stay free — no “entrée” required.