responsibility

Why do these words strike a kind of terror in my soul? I guess it’s because of the sort of simulated world I find myself living in in 2020. Because of a global pandemic, we don’t touch other humans anymore. “Virtual Hugs!” is a normalized form of address.

Instead, we interface with computer monitors and we have total strangers “running” for our groceries. This is not the cool kind of “simulated world” all of us 6 year olds in the 60s dreamed of after watching The Jetsons.

No, this is a simulation borne of disease, depression and deficient and possibly demented politicians. We huddle indoors and watch the world go by. No RoBo maids cook and launder for us. Food is available, but some strangers gets it an delivers it for you and we have to pay a $20 surcharge.

And now, instead of staying with the program until we as a world community are victorious over this virus, the Nut Job in the Oval is declaring a victory which no scientific, demographic or medical data support.

Instead he moves on to focus on “restoring” the economy. Get production up and running again (three words: meat packing plants). Money over lives. Greed and dualistic action over empathy and courageous leadership. Get out there and get back in the swim (15 words: 100 person Church service with one person with COVID exposing all the rest to it)!

I personally felt that he wasn’t the right person for the job in 2016, and God bless him, he hasn’t proven me wrong. I still shake my head. Hard. Hard enough to encourage a concussion.

Do I understand him as saying better to have more lonely painful deaths of citizens than to see a dip in the sacred stock market? We live in a simulated world that would make Rod Serling’s head spin.

A homonym for “staff” is “staph”, as in infection, as in sickness, as in being made to feel weak. And the Chief of this country right now is making all of us with a decent IQ and with a high EQ very sick and weak. Or maybe weary is a better word. Weary of his bald-faced lies and frightening egoism and narcissism. Whenever he opens his mouth (according to those who still listen to him; I do not.), the focus of what he says is entirely on 1. him; 2. himself; 3. what a wonderful job he’s doing in the white house; 4. castigating leaders who outperform his leadership; and 5. invecting string of non-sequiturs starved for punctuation or resolution.

The man is a farce. But one can’t laugh at him because he is responsible for the growth of illness and its resultant deaths. Although he says he’s not responsible, he’s in the number one leadership position and with that seat comes: RESPONSIBILITY. He’s responsible for ignoring or suppressing information related to the COVID-19 VIRUS coming into our country. He is a literal image of Alice falling through the tunnel on the other side of the looking glass and ending up on his bottom in the middle of the Queen of Heart’s croquet match in which he has blocked any escape himself.

The real and quite present danger is that this nonsensicality is taking lives, costing money and unseating the social norm. And the shame of it is lost on him or has the shelf life of a dog’s thought.

But we will not forget it. We saw it coming. We saw the danger it threw at our health care system, food supply chain and economic well-being.

And we who’ve suffered at his hand’s folly will not forget.

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