Chapter 103: COVID Chronicles

By Karen

Day 120

Waxing Poetic & Pissed at SCOTUS

Once upon a time, I was an English major. But one of my least favorite things about it was analyzing poetry. I remember slamming into the wall on this little gem by e e cummings in both high school and college. Perhaps you’ve seen it…

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

a red wheel

glazed with rain

beside the white
chickens describes the high school experience perfectly. I’d want to strangle every teacher who taught this one and asked, “But WHAT depends so much on the red wheelbarrow?”

NOTHING! Can’t you recognize gibberish, you fool? The guy doesn’t even know how to capitalize or punctuate!

Now another pesky poem from my past that used to make my eyes roll back in my head, by William Butler Yeats, keeps popping up in the media.  You’ll understand why if you read it with Trump in mind. It makes terrifying sense…

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Our “Second Coming” would be a Trump second term, should he last that long. But the “rough beast” actually arrived in 2017 and has been tearing the center to ribbons, aided by “the worst, full of passionate intensity.”

Today the Supreme Court finally ruled that Trump isn’t above the law in New York, and a grand jury can have his financial records. But then SCOTUS had to kick Congress in the balls by sending their similar request back to the lower courts, in a prime example of what happens when “the (supposed) best lack all conviction.”

In bringing about a quicker end to the vile scourge of Trump, Congress has failed us and now the Supreme Court has failed us. Meanwhile, Trump exploits a lethal virus — and the gullible nitwits willing to spread it for him — to kill off as many of us as he can.

Our only hope left until November, when we can slay this beast ourselves at the polls, is for COVID-19 — aided by Trump’s own myriad health issues — to find him and slay him first.

11 Responses to Chapter 103: COVID Chronicles

  1. Anita says:

    Karen, I have missed your last 3 emails from your posts. I don’t know how, but I must have gotten unsubscribed. I actually looked at Twitter today to see if you were ok. People out in internet land care about you.

    I was shocked about the 7-2 SCOTUS ruling on the NY case. Kavanaugh going to get a nasty gram in the mail. Someone said Vance could move quickly with the lower courts to get his hands on the tax reports in the new few months so let’s hope that happens.

    The good news is Trump doesn’t see this as good news so is having his normal narcissistic Twitter meltdown. What will happen to us if he is elected in November?

    I was reading back on your past 3 posts and saw you did a musical review. I love musicals. Did you see Hamilton? We don’t have Disney Plus and I wasn’t willing to pay for it. Wish I had seen the original but didn’t. Would like to see a touring show but that won’t happen until late next year at the earliest.

  2. catsworking says:

    Anita, thanks, and thanks for telling me that. I have no idea what happened to your subscription, but I suspect it was a WordPress snafu because I’ve gotten NO comments for the last few days and was wondering where TF did everybody go? That might explain it. I hope they come back.

    Trump will be shit-tweeting hard all through the night, and Mary’s book hasn’t even come out yet. Bit by bit, his enablers are starting to stand up to him. He’s got NOTHING good happening between now and the election. Unless he and Putin manage to pull off an epic cheat, he’s going down. The Tulsa numbers are starting to trickle in and his rally seems to have caused a spike in COVID there. Duh!

    Now senators are pulling out of the GOP convention in Florida. Grassley, Romney, Collins, Murkowski, and another one I forget.

    I haven’t seen Hamilton, but I would like to, but I don’t want a Disney+ subscription. Hoping it shows up somewhere else in a few months. Another musical I started watching but couldn’t get past the first 20 minutes was Moulin Rouge. I had no idea what a total derivative clusterfuck that was.

  3. Anita says:

    Karen, noooooo!! Moulin Rouge is one of my favorite musicals ever. I watch it every Christmas. You have to hang in there. One thing to help is to put on close caption because the talking goes so fast (it is Aussie) that you miss what is happening.

    It is now a Broadway play and was touring in 2021 and I saved the event when it was coming to SF but it likely won’t happen not until at least 2020.

    I loved the film so much I took my husband there in 2010 as part of our France trip for his birthday. It was quite the interesting event. The tables are not socially distanced (they won’t be opening soon) and lots of titties but also lots of other acts that were great. Food sucked as you can imagine.

    Btu we sat with this bizarre mother/son duo from Australia and they were in town to go to all of the topless shows around Paris. Say What?!? They were going to Lido the next night and others later.

    Made me realize I am a very boring Midwestern girl at heart.

  4. catsworking says:

    Anita, I am seriously surprised to hear you say this about Moulin Rouge. If it’s still on, I’ll see if I can find it again and rewatch, but I seriously hated what I saw.

    Europeans are far less prudish about tits than we are. I remember many years ago being on a cruise and there was this tall blonde who looked like Brigitte Nielsen the Danish actress. She stood out wherever she was. Well, one day she came to the pool, dropped her top and started sunbathing. Of course, everybody immediately started whispering, and after a while someone from the ship came and spoke to her and she left.

    But a mother and son taking in all the tits in Paris is definitely another level of weird.

  5. Anita says:

    Karen, I went through a major Paris phase of my life when that film came out and still find it to be just beautifully filmed. Seeing it on a big screen was magnificent but now in hi-def at home it’s also gorgeous.

    I remember now that the son and mother were from Spain because the mother didn’t speak English and the son did all the translation. You are right our Pilgrim heritage have made us all a bunch of prudes.

    In the “how could this year get worst” moment, I was just outside putting out the garbage and a For Sale sign was going up on the neighbor’s house that took out the big tree in the backyard. I’m going to throw up.

    There were older renters in the house when we moved in and they were lovely, but she cancelled their lease to move back in. I thought she would only be there two years to fix it up to sell it but she told us she would be there forever. Guess not.

    We have had 6 houses sell around us since we moved in 3 years ago and no it’s not us! We are the quietest mouses in the world. Housing market is hot here because it’s only 90 minutes from the SF Bay Area and now with people working from home because of coronavirus it’s very hot.

    Well, I need to live like a cat and crawl in a corner and lick my wounds for a while.

  6. Randi says:

    I now have my friend’s dog to look after for four days, a Springer Spaniel, called Tripple. So far, I have taken her for one walk (there’s a small park and a cemetery two minutes away). I can tell why she was named Tripple. She can’t decide whether to walk on the right or left side, she keeps changing. She is very sweet, though. I just hope she will sleep through the night! I take her for another walk before I go to bed.
    Karen you are right, Europeans are less prudish than Americans, but in the last decade or two, girls have started wearing tops when they sunbathe, even on beaches, I think. Oh, Brigitte Nielsen, she is the prototype of a golddigger, and probably got the ONE acting role, because she was married to Sylvester Stallone for a little while. Did you ever hear the story of how she got hold of him? My husband knew her ex. Anyway, she is history now.

  7. catsworking says:

    Anita, Moulin Rouge is all over HBO this month, so I’ve set the DVR to catch it again at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. I love all things Paris, so I was excited to see it. Maybe I was just in the wrong mood. As Trump says, “We’ll see what happens.”

    Hope you get a better neighbor than the one who’s there now and the house doesn’t end up rented again.

    My subdivision sits in a very handy location for getting around town, near two major highways but with a rural feel (at least until they cut down every tree), so houses sell in here really fast, and the values are going up steadily. If my house didn’t still look like 1983 inside, I could make a nice profit on it. But it’s cheaper to stay than to move anywhere else.

  8. catsworking says:

    Randi, I remember Brigitte being married to Stallone. That seemed to be her only claim to fame, and then she sank out of sight after they split. Is she even still alive? If I knew how she snagged him, I’ve forgotten.

    Good luck with your dog-sitting. At the end of the day when I go downstairs to make dinner, Tony loves to see if he can trip me on the stairs by getting in front of me, or putting his tail underfoot, on every step. I had to stop wearing slippers without backs (scuffies?) because I was afraid I’d fall and break my neck on a cat trip.

    I’ve got nothing against dogs but their smell and their bathroom habits. The constant need for walking would get old fast. Some of my neighbors with dogs would just let them out in the yard to pee and shit everywhere and never pick it up. On hot days it can smell like a barnyard around here.

    That reminds me, one of the upsides of coronavirus is that a speedway near me (I don’t know if it’s NASCAR or just redneck racing) canceled their whole season. It’s several miles away, but on summer Friday nights, it would sound like they were driving laps around my house. I can’t even imagine how deafening it would be right there. I don’t miss the noise.

  9. Tracy Moses says:

    Karen, I missed your last 3 entries as well! I thought maybe I was going crazy. I only found them by going back through your blog, because usually I just read it in my email inbox. I swore I saw one where you talked about a movie called “Frankie” and I commented that I should watch it because we seem to have similar taste in movies. Now, I can’t find either of those. Geez, I hope it’s not dementia!

  10. catsworking says:

    Tracy, I never wrote a post about Frankie, but discussed it in the comments. Don’t waste your time on that one. It shows the beach at Sintra and a street or two and some woods (not sure where). No Lisbon, though one of the characters leaves the story to go there. The ending is pure garbage that goes on too long. I really don’t know why it was so lauded at Cannes. I watched it because it was set in Portugal and I thought I’d get to see some good stuff.

    Anita said she stopped getting notifications as well. Unless I post that I’m taking a break, assume there’s one every day and check if you don’t get it. That’s so weird.

  11. Tracy Moses says:

    Okay, thanks for the heads up and for reminding me to always read the comments! I agree that it’s weird because until I had gone to search for the thing about the movie, I hadn’t seen 3 of your posts. I read them all for the first time last night (it was like a bonus though!).

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