Twenty-one

Do an art project or build something today. 

I’m really not feeling that creative today. Sorry. Feeling kind of lousy, I mean, better than Kim Jong Number Un, but still a bit rough.


And writing more because it’s a compulsion.

I was in a bad mood today, too, largely because of what I was seeing in relation to the COVID-19 lockdowns, and some of the things going on in Montgomery County, Democratic People’s Republic of Maryland (DPRM). Interview/story.

The same police who are so upset about people protesting about being told to stay at home would be the ones forcing people to stay home…where they could come in and shoot them in the middle of the night.

In my avoid-everything-Chuck-Todd mode, I’ve been bouncing among different local TV morning shows. The past couple of mornings, I’ve found myself on Get Up DC.

The first few times I saw it, I gave up, and went back to WJLA, or Fox 5. This week, however, I’ve found myself heading back over ot WUSA. I like the tempo, and I don’t really care about the polished plasticprofessional delivery.

This morning, however, there was some real animus towards the people who wanted to just leave their houses, or whatever. And nothing towards the cops who broke in, and shot a guy sleeping in his own bed.

Get your fucking priorities in order.

I would also submit that the local if-it-bleeds-it-leads media are actually fostering this sort of behavior.

Would people show up to a rally if there weren’t cameras around?

Also, how are you, yourselves, not potentially aiding the spread of the virus by not staying home, yourselves? Practice what you preach, and maybe the protestors dwindle.

Just like your graying audience.

And that’s the real problem, isn’t it. You’re important. No, not as important as you think you are. Sorry to break the news. (And I’m sorry I’m takin’ your jobs.)