I’ve gone to the birds. Animals, Fish. Anything but WH humans.
A week of handwashing and wringing.
I’ve ended communication with the news. You know how if the barn is burning and horses must be led out with blankets over their head? Why do they do handlers do that? The horses panic if they see the actual fire.
The thought of Donald Trump telling the country as well as doctors at the CDC that he has a natural ability as a medical expert and really gets it about science and who knows might have been working at the CDC instead of his current job was that bridge too far or in my own nonpoetic language: one bat shit crazy remark too many. People’s lives are in jeopardy, economies are strangling with this danger, and other countries have enough test kits to test their populations but not the US yet Mutant 45 praises himself.
We can’t impeach him again. We are too busy washing our hands and elbowing “hello” to friends and wondering whether this hazmat suit on Amazon runs large. But, could the CDC arrange a test to be sent to the WH to test 45’s species as he is an insult to all other primates.
So, I’m listening to birds, animals, under the ocean travelers-sounds of creatures that have integrity.
Here’s a test, offered on Science Friday on NPR. It’s called “Name that Call: Test Your Animal Sound Trivia.”
The good news? The CDC has recommended that the elderly stay in their homes. At last, the federal government affirms and approves my pre-existing condition.
