Showing posts with label seriously. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seriously. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Something to Say

Apologies to Teej. I will need to revisit that comedic, simpler time in a minute, but I have something to say.  Just to dampen the mood.

This story is just horrible:


Read if you can stomach it. Jesus.  

My significant other is part of the general counsel team for a multibillion-dollar American chain of discount variety stores that sell items for $1 or less. Their company is now firmly wedged between the wretched rock and hard place of not protecting their employees from COVID (by enforcing mask wearing) versus not protecting their employees from violence. I guess you have to save your people from violence first, which makes you seem like an employer who doesn't care about the pandemic. It's acknowledged fully that there simply exist citizens of our country who, when told that they must wear a satisfactory facial covering to protect themselves and others from a virus that has recently claimed 670,000 human lives, will become enraged resort to physical harm, in some cases extreme.

This is a given.  I just can't process that very well.

Because this is Gheorghe: The Blog, I will try.

That's the best I can muster to lighten the mood. But no. It doesn't work.

One of the understated gross elements of a really gross story was this quote:
A Trader Joe’s crew member at the Murray Hill location who witnessed the events told Motherboard that upon entering the store, the men told an employee that masks would not be necessary after the upcoming election—seeming to suggest that Donald Trump would be reelected in November.
And here's what I have to say.

The cerebrally stunted, emotionally ruined boy posing as a man that was put into office has unleashed the least civilized, most dishonorable parts of many American citizens and has granted utter refuge and pedestal for the true sociopaths and unhinged, well-past-redeemable detriments to society that now run hideously amok among the general population.  The bravest, boldest, and strongest of the voting contingent that elected Donald Trump will be those that concede -- without any accompanying attempts at justification whatsoever -- that it was a grave, egregious mistake that has not garnered anything close to their intended result, and that the next four years must be a universally dedicated and concerted effort among all of upstanding society to undo the ills of 2016-2020 and restore civility and dignity and decency to a country that desperately needs it. And while aberrations from those principles happen everywhere, their orchestrated abandon cannot. Daily terror as status quo must be loudly and forcefully excoriated in unison, and those who propagate it should find and eventually fear starkly punitive consequential retribution for enacting any form of it.  

The likelihood of people mustering the courage to admit that they were very wrong but are now fully committed to rectifying the state of things not merely by casting a ballot but by demanding decency of some threshold . . . well, those chances may be up there with aeronautic swine, but I'd be satisfied with even one voice making such a proclamation.  Just one.  That would be a start.

That's all.

Monday, January 11, 2010

G:TB's Once and Future Favorite Politician

From time immemorial (give or take several thousand years), the Democratic Party has let its political opponents define it as soft. On terror, on defense, on immigration, on sleeping with interns, the donkeys have over and over again been branded as weak. And frankly, the last year hasn't brought much in the way of image rehabilitation, as the party with an overwhelming Congressional majority and the Presidency has managed to repeatedly let the other guys kick sand in its faces - even if the sand itself is made up of 98 parts fine-grain lunacy and 2 parts legitimate conservative principle.

That all started to change in September, when the author of this quote was released from Federal prison: "I will take with me a file, chisel and a knife. I'll try to get some major explosives to fight my way out. Then when I get out, I'll grab a sword like Maximus Meridius and as a gladiator, I'll stab people in the crotch."

Needless to say, we heartily approve. If our political system is going to be a circus, it may as well be a circus. Fraud, corruption, the world's most awesome hairpiece (described by one outlet as "a carpet remnant sewn from the fur of swamp rats, stapled to his head")? What's not to love? And truly, in an era where we've got Michele Bachmann, Jim Traficant's crazy might make Congress more sane.

I've directed Teejay to take the proceeds from our AdSense account and donate to Jim Traficant for Congress. It's the least we can do, for ourselves and for America.