Keep the faith– er, fear

It’s Day 352 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are fine.

Word is that Daffy McHairsniffer will address the nation tomorrow evening, ostensibly to mark the first anniversary of the WuFlu panic. In related news, Richard Michael DeWine ordered that all flags be lowered to half-staff yesterday, noting one year since the first WuFlu case here in The Great State of Ohio.

It’s all pointless symbolism, more Pandemic Theater. There’s not a single American who needs reminding of what’s been inflicted on us over the last year, all in the name of “public health.”

Real leaders don’t act this way, and yet they persist. They have their reasons.

The virus is real. The virus reportedly is quite easily transmitted. The virus apparently can be deadly to a statistically small segment of the population. The “pandemic” hysteria, however, was manufactured and perpetuated for purposes of control.

To maintain that control, the State must keep fear alive. Quashing essential Liberty can’t happen without it. Complicit in this endless barrage of un-American decrees and social engineering is a captive media, catering to a populace which clings to the illusion of “safety.”

I didn’t lower my flag yesterday. I won’t listen to Doctor Dementia tomorrow. I’m too smart — and too American — to bow to that kind of bullshit.

Monday’s 60 degrees was trumped by Tuesday’s 65, another tease of springtime in central Ohio. We’ll take it — and we took it, logging a second straight day of making big strides toward putting Ernie on the road.

Several tasks we simply hadn’t gotten ’round to, for one reason or another, finally got done yesterday. First I replaced the worn and faded “AstroTurf” covers on the retractable entry steps, a job that turned out to be more annoying than I’d anticipated. Attaching the stiff spring-and-hook tensioners that hold the covers in place — and basically doing it blind — produced a lot of cussing and a little bleeding before it was over.

Laying down carpet inserts on the treads of the interior steps was a damned sight easier, of course. We expect that the five new-and-improved stair covers will go a long way toward keeping grit out of the interior of the coach (and, naturally, cut down on cleaning).

Easier still was dealing with a couple of broken control knobs on the washer-dryer unit in the rear bathroom. Deb had ordered new-old-stock replacements from the manufacturer, and swapping them took about a minute. Pull off, push on, piece of cake.

Finally, we put the finishing touches on the bedroom. The original leopard-print-and-gold-lamé window treatments are out. Taking their place is a wonderful set of Roman shades, hand-made by a friend in a warm red-and-white check fabric.

The brass-and-glass wall sconces over the headboard are gone, too, replaced by considerably less gaudy fixtures with burlap-covered shades. They’re also LEDs, a whole lot more energy-efficient than the original halogen lights. Because we were working in tight quarters, mounting the new sconces presented something of a challenge, but we found a creative solution and got ’em done.

All of the bedding came straight from the Bumper Bunker.

Deb’s vision for the space was to create a sanctuary for us, welcoming and cozy, warm and woodsy — or, as she says, “lodge-y.” Mission accomplished.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath