Trump’s Competing to Kill More Graduates Than Obama
Since it’s in the mid-80s today, we’re getting some air with windows open and fans going, which Max says makes for a “Happy Caturday!”…
The chives have lots of new roots. They’ve all got at least two shoots. Even the late bloomer on Day 6 is sprouting what feels like hay, but we’ll see…
I’m about six episodes into a new Amazon Prime series called Upload. Gamespot has an excellent synopsis of the premise, summing it up as, “The Good Place if it were run by Google.”
Upload has comedy, sci-fi, romance, drama, suspense and mystery. I’m enjoying it, although it took me an episode or two to engage.
In Upload’s future, when you die, your consciousness can be uploaded until mankind figures out how to reunite you with a body. The various “clouds” where uploaded people reside are advertised to the living like timeshares, based on what you can afford. They’re run like hotels, with charges for everything.
Uploaded people can stay in touch with loved ones, and it’s even possible for them to mingle with the living if the live one wears a virtual reality suit.
It’s all very high-tech.
Our hero, Nathan Brown, dies suddenly due to an apparent technical glitch in his self-driving car. He gets uploaded by his wealthy, narcissistic girlfriend into the poshest cloud because that’s where her family goes. Since she’s footing the bill for his upkeep, he could be stuck in the relationship eternally.
He has a customer service rep named Nora (living) who can pop by virtually whenever he needs her. Of course, they’re developing feelings for each other.
No spoilers, but if you liked The Good Place, you’ll find this version of the afterlife worth checking out.
Tonight at 8 p.m. (ET) Obama delivers a commencement address to high school seniors on all the major TV networks. When schools closed, graduation ceremonies were canceled. These kids were first graders when Obama was elected in 2008, so he was the only president they knew until they were freshmen.
Mango Mussolini must be bouncing off the walls because he wasn’t even considered for a national commencement. After Trump sees how Obama captivates and uplifts the country, as only Obama can, Trump’s head may explode.
Tit for tat, Trump is forcing West Point to let him deliver a commencement address on June 13. A thousand cadets will be forced to return to campus (in upstate New York) by the end of May. It’s expected that 60% may be carriers, and they’ll be on planes and public transportation.
The cadets — infected and healthy — will live separately for two weeks. Trump has said he won’t like seeing the grads social distancing. He’d rather they be packed “nice and tight” like his campaign rallies. I assume he’ll forbid masks at the ceremony.
What’s guaranteed is that Trump speech will be an incoherent litany of boasts, lies, exaggerations, and paranoid delusions, interspersed with prepared text delivered in a halting monotone like a three-year-old learning to read.
Obama’s commencement speech won’t kill anybody, but time will tell how many of this year’s crop of the army’s new second lieutenants will become human sacrifices on the altar of Trump’s narcissism.