Side Effects And Sharpies

Thought about titling this post Back To Black but it’s not what Amy Winehouse was singing of. And I wouldn’t appropriate. But these are dark times. Just got to resist, as we can.

It’s pretty clear many of that vomit of sharpie signs will not last. You don’t amend the Constitution with a sharpie, dimwit.

It’s a lot to get through, but what drooling orc would end cancer research, Alzheimer’s research, diabetes research. Freeze communication between scientists trying with great expertise to help people dealing with these ailments and a lot more.

The drink bleach fool. Who was fine with hundreds of thousands pandemic dying, yes, dying, patients and care takers both. Lies, well, obviously, and just the disgusting so-what-ness of it.

Now leaving WHO, even FEMA, which save and restore lives. Putting political conditions on disaster aid.

Chaos. Havoc. What a disaster.

Monster is the only word.

I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around this. Already, short time in, so much to repair. Once the orc is gone.

I hope the fools who brought this back will, if needed, find gratitude for the kind hearted and skilled people trying, with actual knowledge, to get them restored and well.

Maybe the obesity in the golf cart might need non-quack medical help someday. Or that atrocious zero taste thing in Florida might find flood relief someday. Karma.

And Gavin Newsom, class act through it all. Blue state Governor. Gosh it must have been hard to greet that flight.