Tea With Me: 21st January, 2021 Thursday
Lung Rabies Stats
USA: 24.4 million cases, 406,190 deaths,
World: 96.9 million cases, 2 million+ deaths
Well, we survived Trump. Or some of us did. Our case and death toll accounts for one quarter of the global case and death toll. The “greatest country in the World”, home of Trump MAGA policies for the last four years has a higher death toll than any other single nation in the world.
Trump has many neuroses, one of them being germs. When the “China Virus” licked at our shores a year ago, he absorbed the information, assessed the potential for it to derail his agenda, and because of his personal psychology which disallowed any empathy for physical impairments of any kind, the concept of his being responsible for protecting the masses his oath of office mandates was impossible for him to grasp at any practical level.
Denial, denial, denial. The man is so sick. Really.
And we have lost so many and every second another one succumbs.
I rant. Yes. You are over it. I am too.
And then there was the election shit.
And a “riot” which I believe as time goes on we will find was a planned and susidized failed coup by Trump and his family.
Biden. How many years has he trained for this? How many offices has he held? How many committees has he sat and/or chaired?
Yesterday I woke at 5 am and watched the departure of the Wrecking Ball that was our 45th President and his Slithering Family. Joint Andrews Airforce Base had a loudspeaker blaring a selection of 70’s disco pop sleaze capped by Frank Sinatra’s “My Way” playing as the plane taxied down the runway and eerily finished as the wheels of the last flight AF1 will ever have to hold Trump slime left the ground.
200 souls were there.
Noone but cameramen from obscure news sources greeted the landing in West Palm.
By the time Biden had been sworn in, been to Arlington, walked Pennsylvania Avenue and signed three executive orders, I realized in the previous five hours I had been woken out of the nightmare of the last 4 years into the dawn of another day in the America I had known all my life.
The nightmare was over.
Like all nightmares, however, this one was sourced in the things we shut up tight in our psyches we do not want to drag into the light of day.
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