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Drudge Report

The FAKE MEDIA lead by Drudge Report appears to be collaborating with CNN. How Matt Drudge came to this point in his illustrious career is baffling, but how else can anyone explain why he’s lying about how many Americans can get infected by a bug that’s no more dangerous than the normal flu? And why would anyone talk about the Fed pumping a TRILLION dollars into a market that should have the confidence that Donald Trump will turn this around in a day or two? When Obama gave $80 billion to the automobile industry there was outrage and now there’s talk about having to bail out the airlines and possibly a whole host of industries that allegedly will suffer due to a fake virus. Jeez, it was just on February 28th at a campaign rally in South Carolina that our President inferred that COVID-19 was part of a Democratic hoax and now he’s on the verge of maybe spending TRILLIONS on bailouts? Either I’m being betrayed or fake news strikes again.

Empty display at Costco in Phoenix, Arizona

First America was frightened into buying ALL the surgical masks and respirators before the media told us to hoard all the toilet paper. Then we cleaned the shelves of hand sanitizer after they gave us new instructions, followed by needing to buy up paper towels, rubber gloves, cough meds, cleaning supplies, bottled water, and some other stuff I’m losing track of. Seriously, how can any of us remember what we’re doing when the fear-mongering panic-inducing fake media tells us fake things that have real consequences? Take today, I was catching some subliminal messaging going on that was being broadcast by MSNBC or maybe even recently deceased CNN mouthpiece, Bobby Batista, because that’s how liberal propaganda is done, and it said to go out and buy all the chicken. I was able to resist the pressure of their brainwashing tactics but had to witness for myself how many sheeple listened to those socialist tools. Sure enough, ALL the chicken is now gone. I was at Costco when I took this picture and obviously the fresh chicken would be gone because that’s what those yuppy, Gen Z, Millennial, hipster freaks eat with their quinoa and avocados, but then to my amazement over at the frozen food area where I was certain good old Republican Americans were able to exercise some self-control and not give in to the media tripe, ALL the dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and frozen pizzas were gone too. So either the liberals bought up our supplies to make us look bad or some of the MAGA faithful are growing weak from the constant attacks on our beloved President.

Empty display at Fry's Grocery Store in Phoenix, Arizona

Needing to restore my faith in my fellow white Republican brothers and sisters I left for a local grocery store called Fry’s that is located in a lower-income neighborhood and was happy to see that the Mexicans bought up all the dried rice and beans, dumb asses. Tomorrow I’ll head over to Whole Foods and report back if those whack jobs are sold out of wild-caught salmon, wheatgrass, and organic all-natural pompous bullshit.

#SARCASM!

Social Distancing

My writing setup on the day I try to do the social distancing thing

It was a bit longer than two weeks ago that I wrote about N95 respirators being nearly sold out along with some foodstuffs, and then a few days after that, I noted that hand sanitizer was mostly gone from the shelves. On that day, America had its first COVID-19-related death, and now, just 12 days later, we are at 31 deaths.

The speed at which we people respond or choose not to respond appears to play a large role in how quickly systems that support and maintain pandemics are able to deal with the rapid onset of overwhelming logistics. Northern Italy is warning people within their country and trying to message others that the seriousness of the situation cannot be understated and that with just 10,000 reported cases, their healthcare system is at the breaking point.

Angela Merkel today said that up to 70% of the German public could be infected if steps are not taken to limit exposure to the virus. If Italy is reeling from their cases now, what kind of environment would they struggle through if, even stretched out over the next two years, they were to face something like 42 million sick Italians and just 1% of those people required hospitalization? The system would be in total collapse. With only about 1,000 people hospitalized of the 10,000 infected in the Lombardy region, the system is out of beds and is trying to transfer patients to other areas. How would any health care system deal with 420,000 COVID-19 patients needing hospital treatment, even over a two-year period, when in 6 weeks Italy went from reporting its first case to a countrywide quarantine?

Since sitting down to write this entry, I’ve cringed at the three sneezes people have let off near me. Every time someone coughs, my head whip pans to see if the person covered their mouth. I can’t look at tables, silverware, glasses, gas pump handles, number pads on credit card processing equipment, or shopping carts without seeing these surfaces as germ-infected opportunities to acquire COVID-19. I want to see past this and not be affected by my sense of evolving panic, but the lack of initiative in America to deal with this head-on has not instilled confidence in my quickly devolving behaviors.

For days now, I’ve considered backing away from social contacts as I’m becoming neurotic watching those around me. I’ve taken to traveling with hand sanitizer, and I have wet wipes in the car so I can disinfect surfaces, but this is not always convenient or remembered, so I contribute to my ever-growing fear. I know I need to start this process of social distancing, but damn, it’s hard to self-enforce that when most people around you are going on with all things appearing to be normal.

I’m telling myself that with this post, I have to back away from my visits to coffee shops, restaurants, and other public gathering places until we know more details about how people and society are dealing with this force of doom. Am I being hysterical? I feel like it, but then it feels like an issue of semantics that I cannot explain the difference between hysterics and being proactive. As I look around me and feel that I should tell those people I’ve become familiar with at my regular coffee shop hangout, I’m feeling ambivalent about how others will perceive me in my paranoia.

#StayTheFuckHome

Why We Wish For Apocalypse

Somewhere in Los Angeles, California circa 1982

I’m positing that personal economic vulnerability is at the heart of America’s desire for an apocalypse. We joke about a zombie apocalypse, and during the reign of Trump, people bandy about ideas of civil war as an inevitable outcome if their president is removed from office, but at the heart of American life for the past twenty-some years is a generalized wish that the entire system should somehow collapse. Why?

Housing costs, credit ratings, job insecurity, and lack of a safety net if someone gets sick, are contributing to our hopes and dreams that something should break with such ferocity that the playing field is reset. Many people voice how they have the mettle to survive true hardship and if it were to come to a gunfight, they are ready to go all out. This is not rational. On the battlefield of the job market, if you are not in demand and earning over $100,000 a year, your entire sense of stability is hinged on variables that if any of the dominos topple, the person might see the crumbling of not only their dignity but the roof over their head, the food they hope to eat, their relationships, and their health. With a blotch on their credit rating, they may not be able to rebuild the house of cards. With this kind of instability and lacking the intellectual skills to compete, it’s better to hope for a street brawl where a person can lay claim to what they need through sheer force. Isn’t this the mentality we already see among gang members?

Capitalism and the gross imbalance of how wealth is distributed in America have created a toxic economy and mindset where millions of people seek redemption and greater participation through the demise of civility. They perceive that a breakdown in the social order will allow them to rise above as they prove to others their value through strength and fortitude. The current environment where people are being victimized by the ever-increasing cost of housing, which is one of the three basic necessities of life, plays a large part in the economic chessboard where your home is a move away from checkmate.

We have allowed capitalism to devolve to a point where many people feel insecure trying to participate in an economic model based on debt and the resultant relative servitude. There is no security when someone feels trapped and in potential danger. Fear then becomes exploitable, allowing those holding the purse strings to exercise the tools that force people to bow their heads and hope nobody hears them complain. Surround the most economically vulnerable with the threat of imminent violence coming from crime, the migrant horde, or the unseen viral plague, and you have the recipe to keep the bottom 50% of a population captured on a hamster wheel where stepping off would be economic and cultural suicide.

We are no longer a community or cohesive nation; we are the consumer body prodded along to deplete inventories with perfectly timed marketing. We are like a shopping bacteria under threat of a Black Friday antibiotic that will extinguish any hope of learning who we might have otherwise been.

How are the signs of this expressed? First, I should admit that my filter is a biased interpretation of randomly ambiguous signals. I feel that it is most often witnessed in toxic masculinity, where guns, cars, tattoos, piercings, attitudes, and a potential for violence all segue into a person with something to prove in appearance, and they might argue substance, but the intellectual underpinnings are often missing. This is not a rule or a universal and I certainly know of many exceptions to this ugly and gross generalization. The differentiation is easiest for me to demonstrate by the example of who stands behind strength as a bulwark of an all-encompassing totality and those who integrate it as an effective part of their character and a small aspect of a persona.

Mastering hunting and killing skills in order to brag about them. Lifting trucks and employing massive tires that never see dirt but elevate the driver above others. Wearing a pistol on one’s hip in public to show dominance. Projecting allegiance to a group via specialized clothing that acts as de facto uniforms, such as those used by motorcycle gangs, veterans, political ideologues, and many sports fans, are all symbols that transform these people into the conformist lifestyle/brand dolts afraid to be themselves. To a large extent, I do not find these behaviors among women, but among the overly masculine and lesser-educated, I am willing to make the preposterous supposition that these behaviors are cover for the person’s own awareness of their intellectual shortcomings.

Maybe that 1-4% of Neanderthal DNA we inherited is fighting to come out and express itself? Should the troglodytes win, the irony will be that everything they covet will disappear in the flash it will take to return humanity to the pre-stone age era of living in caves or simple huts where they’ll hone their hunter-gatherer skills and celebrate having killed off thinking.

Uh Oh

Toilet Paper is sold out in Phoenix, Arizona

The madness at Costco here in Arizona for the past week has resulted in this sign on my local store, announcing at the door that they are OUT OF STOCK ON ALL TOILET PAPER. I was on my way in to buy our 15th 144-pack of triple-ply ultra-soft toilet paper which would have taken us from our current stockpile of 2,153 rolls to 2,297 rolls. At only 76.5% of our objective of keeping 3,000 rolls on hand in case of emergency I think the writing might be on the wall that we’ll fail in amassing enough to have us feeling secure that we’ll be ready for any type of poopsplosion that might occur.

I was considering raiding McDonald’s bathrooms but even if I were to recruit Caroline to help me pilfer toilet paper from the women’s rooms I’m now thinking the effort might not produce the results I’d hope for. With only 212 McDonald’s in the entire state and calculating that we might only get 3 rolls per store and some may have only a few sheets left on nearly depleted rolls, we’ll have to drive thousands of miles for what kind of payoff? Plus, we have a Kia and while it’s a hatchback I can only squeeze in so much TP before I have to bring it to our storage unit, our apartment is already full. That’s a lot of driving and raiding Mickey D’s Johns but then again, what’s the price for peace of mind?

Then I see that there are 726 payday lenders in Arizona, so with this in mind, I’m thinking I’ve struck pay dirt. After visits to nearly a dozen payday lenders though I find this is a bust; because apparently while they are willing to lend me money at ridiculous interest rates they don’t seem to believe that people who are about to get a really shitty deal deserve to use a public toilet for the 10 minutes they are visiting their establishment.

Hah, I’ve figured out how to game the system during our crisis and instead of waiting for the stores to resupply their stock and fighting the horde who are resorting to violence in order to secure their own emergency supply, I’ve gone to nearly every Joann’s, Hobby Lobby, and Michael’s in the greater Phoenix area and bought out their supply of yarn. Caroline will start knitting us a supply of toilet paper in the morning and we’ll sell all this real toilet paper on eBay and be rich. Booya!

Goodbye Boomers

Anybody who might be wondering why America seems to be taking such a passive approach to dealing with COVID-19 need not look further than simple economics.

We know that this flavor of coronavirus is especially dangerous for the elderly and those suffering from chronic illness. We also know that people with chronic illnesses are an especially huge drain on medical resources. Combine those facts with the idea that Millennials and Generation Z are barely holding their own, and you have a recipe to fix a lot of problems with one easy exercise of neglect.

Don’t deal with the pandemic, and the pandemic will likely deliver just what the system needs. I’ll explain. If this virus has its sights set on the old and the Boomers are sitting on 56% of the nation’s wealth, representing about $36 trillion in assets, by accelerating their demise, that money will move out of fixed assets, becoming liquid and allowing the younger generations to not only pay off their student loans but to have money for consumption that they’ve never experienced – thus propelling the American economy.

If, in short order, there were suddenly millions of young people carving up large inheritances that Bernie wanted to tax for his socialist ideas, these now-wealthy people would kick Bernie to the curb. I believe Donald sees this, and for the long-term economic stability of America, it’s better to sacrifice those who’ve already lived full lives and are now becoming drains on our economy. Personally, I tend to think it was Putin who shared this brilliant idea with Trump and how to be the leader for life or maybe guarantee his children a legacy of Trumpian leadership from now through 2050.

So, wake up, Boomers, you are about to be sacrificed on the pyre of progress so your assets can be liquidated and your home sold on the cheap. With the promise of a fat inheritance, your lazy offspring will head off for lavish vacations full of Instagram happiness, taking the entire global market to new heights. And what do we as a nation lose in this equation? Well, it’s not like the majority of Boomers are working now that they’ve reached retirement age.

The paradise of eliminating significant medicare costs, reducing social security obligations, and the rapid evolution of media that would no longer support Judge Judy, Fox News, big fat gas-guzzling cars, and climate deniers would have radical impacts on all facets of life.

COVID-19 is your panacea. As a matter of fact, I’m trademarking PANACEA-19™ right now.

#SARCASM!

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Hopi Weaving at Tuzigoot

Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

If you read my previous two entries, you might be inclined to think I’m moving onto a theme, but what fun would that be? This has been quite a nice weekend, really, Saturday Caroline went to Sahuaro Ranch Park, where the annual Glendale Folk Festival was taking place. Various fiber artists committed to being on hand to demonstrate the crafts of spinning, weaving, and other aspects of the art. After hanging out a bit, I took off for some writing before heading back in the afternoon for the two of us to go grab lunch. Today, we headed north out of Phoenix up to Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona.

Hopi Weaving at Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

The reason for this particular visit was in some way similar to our previous one in 2017, when we drove up to attend a presentation by archaeologist Zack Curcija, except today we are interested in meeting Hopi weaver Davis R. Maho, who’s presenting his work. Davis is also known as The Hopi Roses. Our first question for the guy was how long he’s been practicing this particular art, and we learned that it was just five years ago at the Hopitutuqaiki, also known as The Hopi School, where he started learning to weave.

Hopi Weaving at Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

Davis is a modest weaver admitting he’s still on the learning curve with a lot of curiosity to explore far more about the art than he’s done yet. He mentioned his interest in natural dyes before telling us that he, in fact, spins his own yarn. Intrigued, I asked if he uses a hip spindle or a spinning wheel, but his answer elicited a laugh-out-loud chuckle when he told us that he uses a drill motor. I never thought that this would be the intersection where modern and ancient techniques met.

Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

Back outside, we enjoyed a short hour-long, two-mile walk out to the Tavasci Marsh next to the Verde River. Cattails, grasses, mesquite trees, and some large cottonwood trees punctuate the marsh, and while we were told to be aware of snakes, sadly, none were seen.

Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

Lunch was had at a local grill in the trendy old town of Cottonwood, but the highlight was caused by how crowded the place was. You see, Caroline and I got the last table, but a friendly enough couple walked in after us and accepted our invitation to have them join our table if they didn’t feel like sitting outside. Rose and Bill are a retired couple from Phoenix who now live over in Rimrock. Sharing the table was not like sitting with two people who wanted to be alone; it was like having lunch with a couple of our relatives. Our hour spent with these two was filled with smiles.

Tuzigoot National Monument in Clarkdale, Arizona

Afterward, we sat down somewhere else for a coffee and a bit of writing while Caroline got some knitting in before we headed south for our 90-minute drive home. This was our Sunday.