Archive for August 3rd, 2020

No Confidence

I agree totally with what U.S. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi said to ABC’s Martha Raddatz yesterday about Dr. Deborah Birx.  Here is her quote:

“I think the president is spreading disinformation about the virus and she’s his appointee.  I don’t have confidence, no.”

She is the coordinator of the Coronavirus Task Force and look where we are at.

Texas passed New York this past weekend for third place on the COVID-19 infections list.  And we want to trust Gov. Greg Abbott on when we should send our kids back to school?  I don’t think so.  Listening to our local officials is the best bet.  Abbott has been inept and derelict.  The proof is in the data.

We need to find a cure or a vaccine so we can be out and about.  We are spending way too much time comparing Larry Bird to a tomato.

According to local GOP leaders, a bigot is now the Chair of the Harris County GOP.  The GOP doesn’t have a problem courting the bigot vote.  Having bigots in leadership positions is another matter.  Congrats.

I retweeted a tweet this past weekend about getting behind former Vice President Joe Biden’s pick for his running mate.  Commentary hopes it is U.S. Sen. Kamala Harris.  I will not spend this week talking about Benghazi, Scientology, Cuba or other stuff that will be brought up by the GOP.  The stakes are too high.

On the border fence.  Who said this 13 years ago?

“I assure you there will be local consultation. There will not be … unilateral actions on the part of the Department of Homeland Security without local input.”

It was the spineless bootlicker Sen. John Cornyn.

My Beatles lyric calendar for August has:

Sounds of laughter

shades of life are ringing

through my open ears
   Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love
      which shines around me

like a million suns,
   and calls me on and on

      across the universe.

jai guru deva om
   Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world.

From “Across the Universe.”

The other calendar has the lads leaning over a staircase railing in 1964.

Wilford Brimley is no longer with us.  Folks remember him for “Cocoon” and “The Natural.”  I also liked him in “Absence of Malice”, “The China Syndrome”, “The Firm” and “The Thing.”

It has been an excruciating 9 games of baseball with 51 games remaining before the playoffs.  Since we can’t go to the games, 6 of us who would gather before games on Opening Day and the playoffs group text during the games.  Talking sh_t of course.  We gripe, criticize, moan, joke, analyze, question and never get serious.

We finally figured out how to win a game in extra innings.  No game today.

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