It’s Day 256 of The First Ohio Shutdown, Day 16 of 21 Days to Flatten the Holidays and Day 192 of The Leftist Lollapalooza.
If you’re wondering where we are as a country and a culture right now, looking for signposts along an unfamiliar stretch of road, a recent quote from the mayor of Los Angeles should provide you with a useful (if disconcerting) marker:
“It’s time to cancel everything.”
This is a place we’ve never been before, my friends. We can’t stay here much longer.
Today I’d like to personally apologize to my fellow Buckeyes for voting for now-Governor Richard Michael DeWine in 2018. I knew what he was, what he’s always been — a stealth progressive in a red necktie, the prototypical RINO, a near-lock to be Kasich’s second act.
His wretched handling of the “pandemic” has done irreparable damage to The Great State of Ohio. It’s brought great shame as well.
Take what his Ministry of Health announced this week — in updating Ohio’s “travel advisory” map for the citizens of Ohio, it instructs those in Ohio to avoid traveling to Ohio. Anyone in Ohio returning from a visit to Ohio is advised to self-quarantine (presumably in Forbidden Ohio) for 14 days.
Don’t bother reading that again. You got it the first time.
I’m thoroughly embarrassed — not to be from Ohio, but of Ohio’s government, and I’m ashamed to say that I voted for the guy at the top.
While the mobile RV service tech was working on Ernie yesterday, I was quite interested in watching him. Obviously I don’t have the knowledge, skills or experience to audit what he does, but I hoped to learn a thing or two.
No, not every tradesman likes to have someone hanging around while they work, I know that. But after establishing an early conversational rapport, I asked him straight-out if he was one of those guys who prefers to be left alone while doing his thing.
“Not at all,” he said. “You’re more than welcome to stick around and ask questions.”
And ask I did, stopping short of being a distraction. He seemed to appreciate my willingness to understand what he was doing, not to mention saving him time and steps by flipping switches as he was running his diagnostics.
If it sounds like I just painted a picture of what a curious little kid might do, you’re not far off. It’s the sort of thing I did when I was growing up and a tradesman came to the house — ask lots of questions, fetch tools and try to “help.”
It’s a whole ‘nother game now.
Deb and I are into our seventh month with an RV occupying part of our American Life (and most of our driveway). The Bumper Bunker has served as a great primer, its basic systems easing me into this odd world and essentially showing me how much I didn’t know. The motorhome, by contrast, is a rocket ride of opportunities to learn a whole lot more — from myriad coach systems to a pair of diesel engines. It’s both intimidating and exhilarating.
This is how we learn, right?
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #OhioAgainstDeWine