This isn’t a very fleshed out post, but I have to record that Donald Trump and a good number of influential Republicans have tested positive for Covid-19, just about a month out from the election. On one hand, it’s not surprising because they’ve spent months trying to downplay this mess as a bad flu. On the other hand, sweet merciful crap! Trump is the one guy who could have had a billion safeguards in place against getting it, and still.
We woke up at 3:30am Friday morning because Murphy was kicking around the bed, and I had to go to the bathroom, and then Ollie woke up and thought it was morning. WM took the dogs downstairs and I grabbed my phone to scroll through some Instagram photos to lull me back to sleep. I checked Twitter to see if the world was on fire (which in 2020 could literally be true) and saw the news that Trump and his wife tested positive.
It also says a lot about the state of our country that a non-insignificant number of people either think he’s lying about it or that he’s about to die and we’re not being told. The media can only report on what they’re told, and if they’re not being told accurate information, that leaves us all in the dark.
For the record, I don’t want him to die even though he’s the most boorish president we’ve had in my almost half-century here on earth. I don’t want ANYONE to die. I’m against the death penalty! I still feel guilty about the spotted lanternfly that I killed last week.
But I’m struggling to stay compassionate and sympathetic when my urge is to say “You, more than anyone else, deserve this. For mocking it, allowing the party that you presumably lead to call it a hoax, convincing Americans it would be over by Easter, saying it was like a flu when you knew it wasn’t a flu, and failing to model proper masking or social distancing practices. I hope your friend the MyPillow guy is there weighing in on treatment options.“
Trying to be nice about it reminds me of trying to be nice to the girl who ripped the hat off of my head and tossed it onto the school roof when I was in 5th grade. I can only turn the other cheek once, and in for this specific dude that was in 2016.
It has been such a tumultuous year. I would say I want all of this drama to be over, but I’m afraid that’s already being granted to us by a cursed monkey’s paw that delivered a pandemic.
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