Native Veg

Our gardener “Kenedy” came by yesterday, like he does every month, to trim and tidy things up in our large, landscaped lot.

Kenedy is a Hispanic blue-collar guy, not related to the Massachusetts’ blue bloods. He and his crew of two other Hispanic guys service a lot of properties around here. They are locals and know their business. They are also cheap ($50/month) and don’t mind working when it’s toasty outside.

Did I tell you that it gets hot here?

It gets so friggin’ hot that cactus get sunburned.

No shit. Kenedy told me that yesterday when we were observing a few cacti that looked a bit peeked. He said that, in July and August, he would recommend that we put some burlap around a few of the varieties, protecting them from severe sun like SPF 85 might do for a human.

Sunburned Mexican Fence Post cactus

Most of the stuff that we have on our property is “desert” vegetation, and some of it is native to this area. And…even that stuff got scorched this Summer. Two Joshua Trees that I planted were toasted, and a once-lively Ocotillo cactus tree in the backyard never leafed-out. However, another Ocotillo that I found blown down along a street in a Winter storm survived and thrived.

Go figure.

We have a number of tall, slender cactus varieties in our yard. They’re quite picturesque, like the Mexican Fence Post, “Jumping” Cholla, Peruvian Apple Cactus, Saguaro, Argentine Toothpick, Joshua Tree, and the San Pedro Macho.

And, we have a variety of “prickly pear” cactus varieties, as well, that are pretty large. All of these are fairly fast-growing.

We also have several trees, Palo Verde, African Sumac, and Chilean Mesquite that were specimens when installed.

All of this stuff is susceptible to strong winds.

Did I tell you that it gets windy here?

Oh, yeah. Actually, the Summer is the mildest season for wind. During the rest of the year, we get breezes all of the time, strong winds frequently, and every once in a while, gale force winds.

The super gusty winds wreak havoc on trees, tall cacti, and even low-lying broad leafed (prickly pear) cacti. It is not uncommon, after a “blow”, to find large trees with broken limbs and wholly uprooted specimens. It breaks your heart. (I can imagine how those folks in the South feel when a hurricane blows through town and savages landmark trees. Ugh.)

We’ve had wind damage on our property a couple of times. This past Spring we saw a very strong wind (locals estimated it at 70 mph for an hour) that bent our 20’ Chilean Mesquite street tree all the way over to the ground…but, luckily, didn’t uproot it. A neighbor and I got out there while the wind was still blowing and re-stabilized it with huge stakes and guy wires.

Did I tell you that it gets cold here?

Well, cold is a relative term, I suppose. If you’re from Minnesota or Montana, a 32 degree day is probably short-sleeved shirt weather, maybe a good day to hop into the pool. Charlie and I are sissies from Southern California where 50 degree weather is totally unacceptable and one can golf maybe 350 days each year.

We don’t get to do this in Mesquite.

Here in Mesquite it gets chilly in the Winter, “but it’s a dry cold!”. I suppose we had a few occasions when the overnight temperature fell into the mid-20’s but, for the most part, the Winter lows were a bit above freezing. Maybe we had one bad month (January?).

I have a few plants around the property that need to be covered in the Winter to protect from frost. The sissies!

I get chilly!

Anyway, all of the desert vegetation that we employ on our property goes dormant from November through March, so our drip irrigation system can be turned off…for five months! That’s our rainy season, although rain is a relative term. I think we got 7 inches last year.

Surprisingly, that rainfall keeps the soil relatively damp during those months when the vegetation goes dormant. That’s the time of the year when landscaping is relatively easy to do…because you can dig a hole easily with a pick and shovel. In the Summertime, forget about it…the ground is hard as a rock!

Did I say “soil”? The native earth out here in the desert is, from all appearances, devoid of life-sustaining qualities. I can’t figure out how anything grows in it without human intervention (like soil amendments).

Mesquite…before there were houses

And yet, if you were to venture one mile into the undeveloped natural desert (for example, the mesa which overlooks our subdivision), a variety of plants, shrubs and 15′ Joshua trees will greet you.

It is amazing. Hardly any water, frost in the Winter and brutal heat in the Summer, and absolutely shitty soils…and the desert is lush with vegetation. How does that happen?

Granted, there’s not a wide variety of plants thriving out in the sandy dirt. My buddies and I hike a lot in the local BLM lands, off trail, and most of the stuff that we see are Creosote bushes, Native Yucca, Joshua trees, Cholla cactus, and small Cedar trees. But they’re everywhere.

The most interesting species to me is the Fire Barrel cactus, which can grow to a diameter of 24” and 48” tall…growing out of a crack in a rock! (These are also know as Fish Hook Cacti…and you can imagine what would happen in you got impaled by one!}

How do those things get so stout…without water? How does that happen? I guess that, like most of the native species, these specimens are masters at absorbing every drop of those 7 inches of rain and storing it for the 115-degree heat in the Summer months.

(By the way, an interesting thing about most cactus species: If an “ear” or a stalk breaks off, you can just plug the piece into the ground and, more often than not, it will grow. My theory is that the water stored in the body of the cactus sustains it while new roots are developed. But, what do I know? I got a C in high school biology.)

Example of a cactus remnant that I plugged into soil and it grew!

Nature is amazing.

I think that’s what I like most about living out here in Mesquite. Sure, the desert can be hot, cold, windy, and dry, but it is also quite interesting, particularly when I can venture out into BLM lands or into the local mountains.

I can hardly wait until my right hip is well again. My surgery is in four days. Hopefully, by November I can get off my ass and get out into the sun and fresh air.

Covid schmovid.

The Pied Piper

What is it about our President that attracts people?

He lies incessantly, he insults and calls people names, he surrounds himself with corrupt bootlickers, he sucks up to Chinese, North Korean, and Russian dictators, and he is a terrible manager. His Administration has yet to develop distinguishable policy on any subject except for racism and xenophobia…which, obviously, he supports. He likes tariffs, too, even though they are an un-voted-upon tax that American consumers have to pay.

While a majority of Americans swear at him, there are a rock-solid group of Americans who continue to swear by him.

How does he manage that?

The image of the Pied Piper in the Dark Ages comes to mind. The guy plays his beguiling flute and the mass of plague-infested rodents follow him to the sea…where they drown.

At least the Pied Piper could play a mean flute.

Donald Trump may be the worse public speaker ever to hold office in the United States. His pronouncements from the White House podium are so monotone and boring that even he struggles to stay awake. His lack of interest could have something to do with the content of his briefings…stuff that even he doesn’t believe. Just a bunch of lies strung together to make it appear that he’s doing something. Or, blaming someone.

And the “man tan” product that he uses to look healthy is…ridiculously orange. C’mon, your head looks like a basketball!

Orange Head is on the left

Our President doesn’t seem to understand that he’s President of the United States; i.e. responsible for Federal shit. Things go wrong in his Administration and he asserts that he had nothing to do with those problems, that the blame must fall on previous Presidents, other Administrations, a cabal of anti-Trump Federal bureaucrats who are out to stifle his ideas, or officials that he hired that turned bad. It’s not his fault, it’s not his responsibility.

Even when he hires a guy to fuck up the Postal Service, and the guy gets outed by postal workers, the Pied Piper claims innocence, even though he had been musing, publicly, for weeks that mail-in ballots would never be processed in time by the Postal Service…which he runs.

Gee, when he was a candidate for President, EVERYTHING was the fault of the previous Administration and the Democrats who didn’t control Congress. He was smarter than all of those folks. In fact, he said, “Only I can solve the problem” when describing the mess he observed from the cheap seats.

Okay, America said, “Solve it.”

Three and a half years into his Presidency and the Nation is mired in a pandemic, as many as 40 million people are out of work and there are large protests in American cities over social issues. None of these problems are the fault of his Administration, the President says. As a matter of fact, he claims that the economy is rebounding “tremendously”, the pandemic which has claimed 175,000 souls is overblown and will go away, and the protests are minor skirmishes with anarchists which will be dealt with summarily.

Everything is fine, says Donald J. Trump. And, it would be worse under the Democrats, he adds.

(He also has some oceanfront property in Arizona that he’d be willing to sell you…cheap, because he likes you.)

Incredibly, lots of people are buying into the siren song that the Pied Piper is playing, which is, “Don’t believe what your eyes see and your ears hear. Trust me.”

Here in Mesquite, Nevada most of my neighbors and friends are Trump people. Of course, most of them are religious people, which explains why they might believe something that is obviously not true. I hear a lot of “they say” (Fox News) stuff from these folk, intermixed with Qanon conspiracy theories and the latest lies that the President has Tweeted, re-Tweeted, or vocalized at a press conference.

(Gee, I wonder what these good Christians think about the President’s a-hole buddy, Jerry Falwell Jr., who was ousted from super-religious Liberty University this week for his scandalous behavior with a woman not his wife. During the last Presidential campaign, Mr. Falwell vouched for Donald Trump’s religious credentials in speeches to evangelicals, claiming his friend, who cheated on three different wives, was “chosen by God”.)

Just returned from throwing dollar bills at a strip joint

My pious neighbors, whom I consider friends, don’t doubt anything that Donald Trump, ex-salesman, TV “reality show” host, and morally corrupt “Grab ‘em by the pussy!” braggart, offers up. What is wrong with these adults? What have they been drinking?

I don’t get it.

Pretty much everything that our President utters can be, and pretty much has been, proven to be a lie of biblical proportions. Factcheck.com has documented 20,000 lies that President Trump has publicly made in 3-1/2 years. The rate of lying has increased this Summer, as it is an election year. The President will probably top 40,000 blatant lies by November 3rd, now that he’s limbered up.

If the Pied Piper claims to have a cure for Covid-19 in the next month, there will undoubtedly be 50 million American followers who will believe that. Of course, he made the same claim for Hydroxychloroquine and Chlorox, and is lately promoting blood plasma transfusions, none of which cure anything. We can expect a “miracle” coronavirus vaccine in the next week or so.

The Pied Piper said something interesting yesterday, as he accepted the Republican Party’s nomination for President in 2020. While the crowd was cheering “Four more years!”, the President was heard on a microphone clearly saying, “How about twelve more years!”.

That Freudian slip means one of two things to me: (1) If re-elected, he would have no intention to only serve one more term, even though that’s all the Constitution provides; or, more likely, (2) He is planning for another Trump, either Donald Jr. or Ivanka, to succeed him.

Shoot me.

Given the state of American politics, and the gullibility of its citizenry, I would say that anything is possible with the Pied Piper in the mix: he knows no bounds of propriety or law. He basically does whatever he wants.

This is apparently what the Trump cult is comfortable with: an egomaniacal grifter managing America in perilous times.

I can only hope that most eligible voters cast a ballot on or before November 3rd. If they do, and the Pied Piper is their choice, then I will be forced to admit how wrong I was about this guy.

In that case, he might get that Nobel Prize he’s been yearning for or his face plastered on Mount Rushmore, something he’s publicly lobbied for.

Stranger things have happened: Californians liked bodybuilder Arnold Schwartzeneggar for Governor, and millions of people elected Adolph Hitler Chancellor of Germany.

Megalomaniacs like big rallies

It’s a crazy world.

The Way It Was

(I didn’t write the following article. It includes a lot of information that I’ve lived through in the past year and have documented in my blog articles. It is a very comprehensive re-telling of the day-to-day unfolding of this tragedy by William Saletan, a journalist who often writes political articles for the Washington Post. This August 9, 2020 article was published in Slate Magazine, and pretty much tells it just the way it happened.)

The Trump Pandemic: A blow-by-blow account of how the president killed thousands of Americans.

On July 17, President Donald Trump sat for a Fox News interview at the White House. At the time, nearly 140,000 Americans were dead from the novel coronavirus. The interviewer, Chris Wallace, showed Trump a video clip in which Robert Redfield, the director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, warned of a difficult fall and winter ahead. Trump dismissed the warning. He scoffed that experts had misjudged the virus all along. “Everybody thought this summer it would go away,” said Trump. “They used to say the heat, the heat was good for it and it really knocks it out, remember? So they got that one wrong.”

Trump’s account was completely backward. Redfield and other U.S. public health officials had never promised that heat would knock out the virus. In fact, they had cautioned against that assumption. The person who had held out the false promise of a warm-weather reprieve, again and again, was Trump. And he hadn’t gotten the idea from any of his medical advisers. He had gotten it from Xi Jinping, the president of China, in a phone call in February.

The phone call, the talking points Trump picked up from it, and his subsequent attempts to cover up his alliance with Xi are part of a deep betrayal. The story the president now tells—that he “built the greatest economy in history,” that China blindsided him by unleashing the virus, and that Trump saved millions of lives by mobilizing America to defeat it—is a lie. Trump collaborated with Xi, concealed the threat, impeded the U.S. government’s response, silenced those who sought to warn the public, and pushed states to take risks that escalated the tragedy. He’s personally responsible for tens of thousands of deaths.

This isn’t speculation. All the evidence is in the public record. But the truth, unlike Trump’s false narrative, is scattered in different places. It’s in emails, leaks, interviews, hearings, scientific reports, and the president’s stray remarks. This article puts those fragments together. It documents Trump’s interference or negligence in every stage of the government’s failure: preparation, mobilization, public communication, testing, mitigation, and reopening.

Trump has always been malignant and incompetent. As president, he has coasted on economic growth, narrowly averted crises of his own making, and corrupted the government in ways that many Americans could ignore. But in the pandemic, his vices—venality, dishonesty, self-absorption, dereliction, heedlessness—turned deadly. They produced lies, misjudgments, and destructive interventions that multiplied the carnage. The coronavirus debacle isn’t, as Trump protests, an “artificial problem” that spoiled his presidency. It’s the fulfillment of everything he is.

Trump never prepared for a pandemic. For years, he had multiple warningsbriefingsreportssimulationsintelligence assessments—that a crisis such as this one was likely and that the government wasn’t ready for it. In April, he admitted that he was informed of the risks: “I always knew that pandemics are one of the worst things that could happen.” But when the virus arrived, the federal government was still ill-equipped to deal with it. According to Trump, “We had no ventilators. We had no testing. We had nothing.”

That’s an exaggeration. But it’s true that the stockpile of pandemic supplies was depleted and that the government’s system for producing virus tests wasn’t designed for such heavy demand. So why, for the first three years of his presidency, did Trump do nothing about it? He often brags that he spent $2 trillion to beef up the military. But he squeezed the budget for pandemics, disbanded the federal team in charge of protecting the country from biological threats, and stripped down the Beijing office of the CDC.

Trump has been asked several times to explain these decisions. He has given two answers. One is that he wanted to save money. “Some of the people we cut, they haven’t been used for many, many years,” he said in February. “If we have a need, we can get them very quickly. … I’m a businessperson. I don’t like having thousands of people around when you don’t need them.”

His second answer is that he had other priorities. In March, at a Fox News town hall, Bret Baier asked Trump why he hadn’t updated the test production system. “I’m thinking about a lot of other things, too, like trade,” Trump replied. “I’m not thinking about this.” In May, ABC’s David Muir asked him, “What did you do when you became president to restock those cupboards that you say were bare?” Trump gave the same answer: “I have a lot of things going on.”

Trump prepared for a war, not for a virus. He wagered that if a pandemic broke out, he could pull together the resources to contain it quickly. He was wrong. But that was just the first of many mistakes.

In early January, Trump was warned about a deadly new virus in China. He was also told that the Chinese government was understating the outbreak. (See this timeline for a detailed chronology of what Trump knew and when he knew it.) This was inconvenient, because Trump was about to sign a lucrative trade deal with Beijing. “We have a great relationship with China right now, so I don’t want to speak badly of anyone,” Trump told Laura Ingraham in a Fox News interview on Jan. 10. He added that he was looking forward to a second deal with Xi. When Ingraham asked about China’s violations of human rights, Trump begged off. “I’m riding a fine line because we’re making … great trade deals,” he pleaded.

He lauded President Xi and said previous American presidents, not Xi, were at fault for past troubles between the two countries. Three days later, Alex Azar, Trump’s secretary of health and human services, phoned him with an update on the spread of the virus. On Jan. 21, the CDC announced the first infection in the United States. Two of the government’s top health officials—Anthony Fauci, the director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, and Nancy Messonnier, the director of the National Center for Immunization and Respiratory Diseases—said the virus was beginning to circulate around the world.

Trump would later claim that he saw from the outset how grim the situation was. That was clear, he recalled, in the “initial numbers coming out from China.” But at the time, he told Americans everything was fine. “We’re in great shape,” he assured Maria Bartiromo in a Fox Business interview on Jan. 22. “China’s in good shape, too.” He preferred to talk about trade instead. “The China deal is amazing, and we’ll be starting Phase Two very soon,” he said. On CNBC, Joe Kernen asked Trump whether there were any “worries about a pandemic.” “No, not at all,” the president replied. “We have it totally under control.” When Kernen asked whether the Chinese were telling the whole truth about the virus, Trump said they were. “I have a great relationship with President Xi,” he boasted. “We just signed probably the biggest deal ever made.”

“We’re in great shape. China’s in good shape, too.”— Trump, Jan. 22

The crisis in China grew. In late January, Trump’s medical advisers agreed with his national security team that he should suspend travel from China to the United States. But Trump resisted. He had spent months cultivating a relationship with Xi and securing the trade deal. He was counting on China to buy American goods and boost the U.S. economy, thereby helping him win reelection. He had said this to Xi explicitly, in a conversation witnessed by then–National Security Adviser John Bolton. Trump also worried that a travel ban would scare the stock market. But by the end of the month, airlines were halting flights to China anyway. On Jan. 31, Trump gave in.

His advisers knew the ban would only buy time. They wanted to use that time to fortify America. But Trump had no such plans. On Feb. 1, he recorded a Super Bowl interview with Sean Hannity. Hannity pointed out that the number of known infections in the United States had risen to eight, and he asked Trump whether he was worried. The president brushed him off. “We pretty much shut it down coming in from China,” said Trump. That was false: Thanks to loopholes in the ban, the coronavirus strain that would engulf Washington state arrived from China about two weeks later. But at the time of the interview, the ban hadn’t even taken effect. The important thing, to Trump, was that he had announced the ban. He was less interested in solving the problem than in looking as though he had solved it. And in the weeks to come, he would argue that the ban had made other protective measures unnecessary.

There were three logical steps to consider after suspending travel from China. The first was suspending travel from Europe. By Jan. 21, Trump’s advisers knew the virus was in France. By Jan. 31, they knew it had reached Italy, Germany, Finland, and the United Kingdom. From conversations with European governments, they also knew that these governments, apart from Italy, weren’t going to block travel from China. And they were directly informed that the flow of passengers from Europe to the United States far exceeded the normal flow of passengers from China to the United States. Trump’s deputy national security adviser, Matthew Pottinger, pleaded for a ban on travel from Europe, but other advisers said this would hurt the economy in an election year. Trump, persuaded by Pottinger’s opponents, refused to go along.

“They say, ‘Oh, he should do more.’ There’s nothing more you can do.”— Trump, Feb. 28

Not until March 11, six weeks after blocking travel from China, did Trump take similar action against Europe. In a televised address, he acknowledged that travelers from Europe had brought the disease to America. Two months later, based on genetic and epidemiological analyses, the CDC would confirm that Trump’s action had come too late, because people arriving from Europe—nearly 2 million of them in February, hundreds of whom were infected—had already accelerated the spread of the virus in the United States.

The second step was to gear up production of masks, ventilators, and other medical supplies. In early February, trade adviser Peter Navarro, biomedical research director Rick Bright, and other officials warned of impending shortages of these supplies. Azar would later claim that during this time, everyone in the administration was pleading for more equipment. But when Azar requested $4 billion to stock up, the White House refused. Trump dismissed the outcry for masks and ridiculed Democrats for “forcing money” on him to buy supplies. “They say, ‘Oh, he should do more,’ ” the president scoffed in an interview on Feb. 28. “There’s nothing more you can do.”

The third and most important step was to test the population to see whether the virus was spreading domestically. That was the policy of South Korea, the global leader in case detection. Like the United States, South Korea had identified its first case on Jan. 20. But from there, the two countries diverged. By Feb. 3 South Korea had expanded its testing program, and by Feb. 27 it was checking samples from more than 10,000 people a day. The U.S. program, hampered by malfunctions and bureaucratic conflict, was nowhere near that. By mid-February, it was testing only about 100 samples a day. As a result, few infections were being detected.

Fauci saw this as a grave vulnerability. From Feb. 14 to March 11, he warned in a dozen hearingsforums, and interviews that the virus might be spreading “under the radar.” But Trump wasn’t interested. He liked having a low infection count—he bragged about it at rallies—and he understood that the official count would stay low if people weren’t tested. Trump had been briefed on the testing situation since late January and knew test production was delayed. But he insisted that “anybody that wants a test can get a test” and that “the tests are all perfect.” Later, he brushed off the delay in test production and said it had been “quickly remedied.” He complained that additional tests, by exposing additional cases, made him “look bad.”

To keep the numbers low, Trump was willing to risk lives. He figured that infections didn’t count if they were offshore, so he tried to prevent infected Americans from setting foot on American soil. In mid-February, even as he refused to bar Europeans from entering the United States, he exploded in anger when more than a dozen infected Americans were allowed to return from Japan. “I hated to do it, statistically,” he told Hannity. “You know, is it going to look bad?” In March, he opposed a decision to let passengers off a cruise ship in California. “I’d rather have the people stay” offshore, he explained, “because I like the numbers being where they are. I don’t need to have the numbers double because of one ship.”

When the spread of the virus in the United States could no longer be denied, Trump called it the “invisible enemy.” But Trump had kept it invisible. The CDC would later acknowledge that due to woefully insufficient testing, the overwhelming majority of infections had gone undiagnosed. Models would show that by mid-February, there were hundreds of undetected infections in the United States for every known case. By the end of the month, there were thousands.

Trump didn’t just ignore warnings. He suppressed them. When Azar briefed him about the virus in January, Trump called him an “alarmist” and told him to stop panicking. When Navarro submitted a memo about the oncoming pandemic, Trump said he shouldn’t have put his words in writing. As the stock market rose in February, Trump discouraged aides from saying anything about the virus that might scare investors.

The president now casts himself as a victim of Chinese deception. In reality, he collaborated with Xi to deceive both the Chinese public and the American public. For weeks after he was briefed on the situation in China, including the fact that Beijing was downplaying the crisis, Trump continued to deny that the Chinese government was hiding anything. He implied that American experts had been welcomed in China and could vouch for Beijing’s information, which—as he would acknowledge months later—wasn’t true. On Twitter, Trump wrote tributes worthy of Chinese state propaganda. “Great discipline is taking place in China, as President Xi strongly leads what will be a very successful operation,” he proclaimed.

On Feb. 10, just before a rally in New Hampshire, Trump told Fox News host Trish Regan that the Chinese “have everything under control. … We’re working with them. You know, we just sent some of our best people over there.” Then Trump walked onstage and exploited the political payoff of his deal with Xi. “Last month, we signed a groundbreaking trade agreement with China that will defeat so many of our opponents,” he boasted. He told the crowd that he had spoken with Xi and that the virus situation would “work out fine.” “By April,” he explained, “in theory, when it gets a little warmer, it miraculously goes away.”

Trump didn’t tell the crowd that he had heard this theory from Xi. But that’s what the record indicates. There’s no evidence of Trump peddling the warm-weather theory prior to Feb. 7, when he had an overnight phone call with Xi. Immediately after that call, Trump began to promote the idea. Later, he mentioned that Xi had said it. When Fauci, Messonnier, Azar, and Redfield were asked about the theory, they all said it was an unwise assumption, since the virus was new. The American president, against the judgment of his public health officials, was feeding American citizens a false assurance passed to him by the Chinese president.

Three days after the rally in New Hampshire, Trump defended China’s censorship of information about the virus. In a radio interview, Geraldo Rivera asked him, “Did the Chinese tell the truth about this?” Trump, in reply, suggested that he would have done what Xi had done. “I think they want to put the best face on it,” he said. “If you were running it … you wouldn’t want to run out to the world and go crazy and start saying whatever it is, ’cause you don’t want to create a panic.” Weeks later, Trump would also excuse Chinese disinformation about the virus, telling Fox News viewers that “every country does it.”

Trump envied Xi. He wished he could control what Americans heard and thought, the way Xi could control China’s government and media. But Trump didn’t have authoritarian powers, and some of his subordinates wouldn’t shut up. As the virus moved from country to country, Fauci, Redfield, and Azar began to acknowledge that it would soon overtake the United States. On Feb. 25, when Messonnier said Americans should prepare for school and workplace closures, the stock market plunged. Trump, in a rage, called Azar and threatened to fire Messonnier. The next day, the president seized control of the administration’s press briefings on the virus.

On Feb. 26, shortly before Trump held his first briefing, aides gave him bad news: The CDC had just confirmed the first U.S. infection that couldn’t be traced to foreign travel. That meant the virus was spreading undetected. But when Trump took the podium, he didn’t mention what he had just been told. Instead, he assured the public that infections in the United States were “going down, not up” and that the case count “within a couple of days is going to be down to close to zero.” He predicted that America wouldn’t “ever be anywhere near” having to close schools or distribute more masks, since “our borders are very controlled.” When a reporter pointed out that the United States had tested fewer than 500 people, while South Korea had tested tens of thousands, Trump shot back, “We’re testing everybody that we need to test. And we’re finding very little problem.”

“We’re testing everybody that we need to test. And we’re finding very little problem.”— Trump, Feb. 26

Trump’s eruption brought his subordinates into line. Shortly after the president’s angry call to Azar, Redfield told Congress that “our containment strategy has been quite successful.” At her next briefing, for the first time, Messonnier praised Trump by name. She parroted his talking points: that the United States had “acted incredibly quickly, before most other countries” and had “aggressively controlled our borders.” Azar, in testimony before the House, went further. When he was asked to explain the discord between Trump and his medical advisers, the health secretary argued that Americans, like citizens of China, needed to be soothed. The president, Azar explained, was “trying to calm” the populace because, as “we see in China, panic can be as big of an enemy as [the] virus.”

Having cowed his health officials, Trump next went after the press. He told Americans to ignore news reports about the virus. On Feb. 26 and Feb. 27, Trump denounced CNN and MSNBC for “panicking markets” by making the crisis “look as bad as possible.” He dismissed their reports as “fake” and tweeted, “USA in great shape!” At a rally in South Carolina on Feb. 28, he accused the press of “hysteria,” called criticism of his virus policies a “hoax,” and insisted that only 15 Americans were infected. Weeks later, he would tell the public not to believe U.S. media reports about Chinese propaganda, either.

In the three weeks after his Feb. 26 crackdown on his subordinates, Trump opposed or obstructed every response to the crisis. Doctors were pleading for virus tests and other equipment. Without enough tests to sample the population or screen people with symptoms, the virus was spreading invisibly. Fauci was desperate to accelerate the production and distribution of tests, but Trump said it wasn’t necessary. On a March 6 visit to the CDC, the president argued that instead of “going out and proactively looking to see where there’s a problem,” it was better to “find out those areas just by sitting back and waiting.” A proactive CDC testing program, lacking presidential support, never got off the ground. Nor did a separate national testing plan—organized by Trump’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner—which was supposed to be presented for Trump’s approval but, for unknown reasons, was never announced.

“I shake anybody’s hand now. I’m proud of it.”— Trump, March 5

Trump also refused to invoke the Defense Production Act, which could have accelerated the manufacture of masks, gloves, ventilators, and other emergency equipment. In January, HHS had begun to plan for use of the DPA, and in early February, some members of Congress suggested it might be needed. But Trump declined to use it until the end of March. When he was asked why, he said that governors, not the president, were responsible for emergency supplies and that telling “companies what to do” might upset the “business community.”

The president’s most decisive contribution to the death toll was his resistance to public health measures known as “mitigation”: social distancing, school and workplace closures, and cancellations of large gatherings. Messonnier and others had warned since early February that Americans needed to prepare for such measures. On Feb. 24, Trump’s health advisers decided it was time to act. But they couldn’t get a meeting with Trump, because he was off to India to discuss another trade deal. When he returned, he blew up at Messonnier for talking about closing schools and offices. The meeting to discuss mitigation was canceled.

Mitigation required leadership. The president needed to tell Americans that the crisis was urgent and that life had to change. Instead, he told them everything was fine. On March 2, he held another rally, this time in North Carolina. Before the rally, a TV interviewer asked him whether he was taking more precautions because of the virus. “Probably not so much,” Trump replied. “I just shook hands with a whole lot of people back there.” The next day, he said it was safe to travel across the country, since “there’s only one hot spot.” On March 5, at a Fox News town hall, he repeated, “I shake anybody’s hand now. I’m proud of it.” On March 6, visiting the CDC, he was asked about the risks of packing people together at rallies. “It doesn’t bother me at all,” he said.

As schools and businesses began to close, Trump pushed back. On March 4, he dismissed a question about further closures, insisting that only “a very small number” of Americans were infected. On March 9, he tweeted that the virus had hardly killed anyone and that even in bad flu seasons, “nothing is shut down, life & the economy go on.” Italy locked down its population, the NBA suspended its season, and states began to postpone elections. But through the middle of March, as advisers urged the president to endorse mitigation, he stood his ground. Finally, as the stock market continued to fall, Trump’s business friends agreed that it was time to yield. On March 16, he announced mitigation guidelines.

By then, the number of confirmed infections in the United States had surged past 4,000. But that was a fraction of the real number. The CDC would later calculate that in the three weeks from “late February to early March, the number of U.S. COVID-19 cases increased more than 1,000-fold.” And researchers at Columbia University would find that the final two-week delay in mitigation, from March 1 to March 15, had multiplied the U.S. death toll by a factor of six. By May 3, the price of that delay was more than 50,000 lives.

On March 23, a week after he announced the mitigation guidelines, Trump began pushing to rescind them. “We have to open our country,” he demanded. He batted away questions about the opinions of his medical advisers. “If it were up to the doctors, they may say, ‘Let’s keep it shut down,’ ” he shrugged. But “you can’t do that with a country, especially the No. 1 economy.” The next day, the stock market soared, and Trump took credit. Investors “see that we want to get our country open as soon as possible,” he crowed.

Trump fixated on the market and the election. In more than a dozen tweetsbriefings, and interviews, he explicitly connected his chances of reelection to the speed at which schools and businesses reopened. (Trump focused on schools only after he was told that they were crucial to resuming commerce.) The longer it took, he warned, the better Democrats would do in the election. In April, he applauded states that opened early and hectored states that kept businesses closed. In June, he told workers in Maine, “You’re missing a lot of money.” “Why isn’t your governor opening up your state?” he asked them.

Trump pushed states to reopen businesses even where, under criteria laid out by his health officials, it wasn’t safe to do so. He called for “pressure” and endorsed lawsuits against governors who resisted. He issued an executive order to keep meat-processing plants open, despite thousands of infections among plant employees. He ordered the CDC to publish rules allowing churches to reopen, and he vowed to “override any governor” who kept them closed. In April, he made the CDC withdraw an indefinite ban on cruises, which had spread the virus. In July, he pressed the agency to loosen its guidelines for reopening schools.

“Why isn’t your governor opening up your state?”— Trump, June 5

He continued to suppress warnings. In April, he claimed that doctors who reported shortages of supplies were faking it. When an acting inspector general released a report that showed supplies were inadequate, Trump dismissed the report and replaced her. When a Navy captain wrote a letter seeking help for his infected crew, Trump endorsed the captain’s demotion. The letter “shows weakness,” he said. “We don’t want to have letter-writing campaigns where the fake news finds a letter or gets a leak.”

Having argued in March against testing, Trump now complained that doctors were testing too many people. He said tests, by revealing infections, made him “look bad.” When Fauci and Deborah Birx, the response coordinator for the White House Coronavirus Task Force, said more tests were needed, Trump openly contradicted them. In July, he claimed that 99 percent of coronavirus infections were “totally harmless”—which wasn’t true—and that the testing system, by detecting these infections, was “working too well.”

Fauci, Birx, Redfield, and other health officials pointed out that mitigation was working. They argued against premature resumption of in-person social activities, noting that the virus wasn’t under control and might roar back. Trump publicly overruled them, tried to discredit them, and pressured them to disavow their words. To block Fauci from disputing Trump’s assurances that the virus was “going away,” the White House barred him from doing most TV interviews. In June, when Fauci said resuming professional football would be risky, Trump rebuked him. “Informed Dr. Fauci this morning that he has nothing to do with NFL Football,” the president tweeted.

Trump interfered with every part of the government’s response. He told governors that testing for the virus was their job, not his. When they asked for help in getting supplies, he told them to “get ’em yourself.” He refused, out of pique, to speak to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi or to some governors whose states were overrun by the virus. He told Vice President Mike Pence not to speak to them, either. He refused to consult former presidents, calling them failures and saying he had nothing to learn from them.

Trump didn’t just get in the way. He made things worse. He demanded that Wisconsin hold elections in early April, which coincided with dozens of infections among voters and poll workers. (Some researchers later found correlations between infections and voting in that election; others didn’t.) He forced West Point to summon cadets, 15 of whom were infected, back to campus to attend his commencement speech in June. He suggested that the virus could be killed by injecting disinfectants. He persistently urged Americans to take hydroxychloroquine, a malaria drug, despite research that found it was ineffective against the coronavirus and in some cases could be dangerous. Trump dismissed the research as “phony.”

The simplest way to control the virus was to wear face coverings. But instead of encouraging this precaution, Trump ridiculed masks. He said they could cause infections, and he applauded people who spurned them. Polls taken in late May, as the virus began to spread across the Sun Belt, indicated that Trump’s scorn was suppressing mask use. A Morning Consult survey found that the top predictor of non-use of masks, among dozens of factors tested, was support for Trump. An NBC News/Wall Street Journal survey found that people who seldom or never wore masks were 12 times more likely to support Trump than to support his opponent, former Vice President Joe Biden. Some scientific models imply that Trump’s suppression of mask use may have contributed to hundreds, if not thousands, of deaths.

On June 10, Trump announced that he would resume holding political rallies. He targeted four states: Florida, Texas, Arizona, and Oklahoma. The point of the rallies, he explained, wasn’t just to boost his campaign but to signal that it was time to “open up our country” and “get back to business.” When reporters raised the possibility that he might spread the virus by drawing crowds indoors, he accused them of “trying to Covid Shame us on our big Rallies.”

Despite being warned that infections in Oklahoma were surging, Trump proceeded with a rally at a Tulsa arena on June 20. To encourage social distance, the arena’s managers put “Do Not Sit Here” stickers on alternate seats. The Trump campaign removed the stickers. Trump also refused to wear a mask at the rally—few people in the crowd did, either—and in his speech, he bragged about continuing to shake children’s hands. Two weeks later, Tulsa broke its record for daily infections, and the city’s health director said the rally was partly to blame. Former presidential candidate Herman Cain attended the rally, tested positive for the virus days afterward, and died at the end of July.

At the rally, Trump complained that health care workers were finding too many infections by testing people for the virus. He said he had told “my people” to “slow the testing down, please.” Aides insisted that the president was joking. But on June 22, in an interview with the Christian Broadcasting Network, he said he was only half-joking. He affirmed, this time seriously, that he had told “my people” that testing was largely frivolous and bad for America’s image. Weeks later, officials involved in negotiations on Capitol Hill disclosed that the administration, against the wishes of Senate Republicans, was trying to block funding for virus tests.

Two days after the Tulsa rally, an interviewer asked Trump whether he was putting lives at risk “by continuing to hold these indoor events.” Trump brushed off the question: “I’m not worried about it. No, not at all.” The next day, June 23, the president staged another largely mask-free rally, this time in a church in Arizona, where a statewide outbreak was underway. Days later, Secret Service agents and a speaker at the Arizona rally tested positive for the virus. On June 28, Trump urged people to attend another rally, this time featuring Pence, at a Dallas church where five choir and orchestra members had tested positive.

In his interview with Wallace, which aired July 19, Trump conceded nothing. He called Fauci an alarmist and repeated that the virus would “disappear.” He excoriated governors for “not allowing me to have rallies” and accused them of keeping businesses closed to hurt him in the election. He claimed that “masks cause problems” and said people should feel free not to wear them. He threatened to defund schools unless they resumed in-class instruction. As to the rising number of infections, Trump scoffed that “many of those cases shouldn’t even be cases,” since they would “heal automatically.” By testing so many people, he groused, health care workers were “creating trouble for the fake news to come along and say, ‘Oh, we have more cases.’ ”

“Many of those cases heal automatically. … We’re creating trouble for the fake news to come along and say, ‘Oh, we have more cases.’ ”— Trump, July 17

Since that interview, Trump has attacked and belittled his medical advisers. He lashed out at Birx for acknowledging the ongoing spread of the virus. He retweeted a false claim that Fauci was suppressing hydroxychloroquine “to perpetuate Covid deaths to hurt Trump.” When Fauci told Congress that infections had increased due to insufficient mitigation, Trump rebuked him and blamed the surge on increased testing. And when Dave Portnoy, a wealthy Trump supporter, complained that his stocks tanked every time Fauci called for mitigation, Trump assured Portnoy that the doctor’s pleas would go nowhere. “He’d like to see [the economy] closed up for a couple of years,” Trump said of Fauci. “But that’s OK, because I’m president. So I say, ‘I appreciate your opinion. Now somebody give me another opinion.’ ”

It’s hard to believe a president could be this callous and corrupt. It’s hard to believe one person could get so many things wrong or do so much damage. But that’s what happened. Trump knew we weren’t ready for a pandemic, but he didn’t prepare. He knew China was hiding the extent of the crisis, but he joined in the cover-up. He knew the virus was spreading in the United States, but he said it was vanishing. He knew we wouldn’t find it without more tests, but he said we didn’t need them. He delayed mitigation. He derided masks. He tried to silence anyone who told the truth. And in the face of multiple warnings, he pushed the country back open, reigniting the spread of the disease.

Now Trump asks us to reelect him. “We had the greatest economy in the history of the world,” he told Fox News on Wednesday. “Then we got hit with the plague from China.” But now, he promised, “We’re building it again.” In Trump’s story, the virus is a foreign intrusion, an unpleasant interlude, a stroke of bad luck. But when you stand back and look at the full extent of his role in the catastrophe, it’s amazing how lucky we were. For three years, we survived the most ruthless, reckless, dishonest president in American history. Then our luck ran out.

The Black Book

On Sunday a Black man in Wisconsin was shot by police. The fellow had stopped his car, with his three kids inside, to intervene in a fight between two women. The police arrived, somehow determined that the Black man was guilty of a capital crime and shot him seven times in his back as he got back into his vehicle.

He was an unarmed Black man who was shot seven times in his back from a distance of about two feet.

Ho, hum, another day in Donald Trump’s America.

Had a Black police officer shot an unarmed White man seven times in the back from point blank range, that police officer would have been fired on the spot, the police union wouldn’t have backed him, and in all probability the officer would have been executed by his fellow officers or lynched by an angry mob.

It is what it is.

We’ve experienced an unusual year what with the pandemic, the economic collapse, hurricanes, tremendous forest fires, global warming, and unprecedented government corruption. But, for the Black community, it has been business as usual in the “hood”:

A Black jogger executed in the street by an ex-police officer and his son.

A Black nurse’s aide shot to death while sleeping during a police raid of the wrong house

An unarmed Black man who was choked to death by a police officer because he wouldn’t get into a police car

An unarmed Black teenager who was shot in the back of the head for not obeying a policeman’s command

An unarmed Black teenager who was shot three times in the back by two police officers for fleeing from a routine traffic stop

An unarmed Black teenager who fled another routine traffic stop was shot multiple times in the back

A Black teenager who was acting erratically while holding a knife was shot multiple times in the back by police officers who were not threatened by him

A Black man who was eating ice cream in his own house was shot to death by an off-duty police officer who mistakenly entered the wrong apartment

These a just a few of the incidents that I am aware of. Several of them would have gone unnoticed by the public except that someone happened to be at the scene of the crime with a cell phone camera.

If you are Caucasian, and have a charitable heart, it might be possible to assume that the perpetrators of these murders were rogue cops, operating beyond the bounds of standard police procedure. If you’re Black, you know the opposite, that Black lives don’t matter as much.

There are so many of these horrible incidents occurring all of the time throughout the length and breadth of our Nation that there has to be a better explanation than “he was just a rogue cop”. More likely, there is a separate set of standards for police interaction with Black versus White citizens.

That has to be the case because police unions and supposedly good cops always seem to take the side of the so-called rogue cop. Maybe he was following procedure?

Obviously, The Black Book, as I am calling it, is not a written document; it couldn’t be, because someone would have leaked it. Therefore, it must exist as a set of procedures that officers learn in their training. As in, “Normally, if this happens, you do X.” And “But, if the subject is Black, you do Y.”

The fact that these disparate procedures exist is apparent when one tries to recall the last time a White suspect disobeying a police command was shot multiple times in the back. It is as rare as hen’s teeth if Caucasian, but not so in the African American community.

In America, in every state that I can think of, arguing with a police officer, disobeying a command, and even perpetrating a public misdemeanor or a non-violent felony (like passing a fake $20), the punishment…once convicted…might be a fine or a small amount of jail time. Even resisting arrest might get you a good thumping by an officer and his partner and a few days in jail.

If you’re White.

That is because in Caucasian America the police exist to protect and serve, investigate crime, and arrest bad guys. Punishment is left for the District Attorney, the court system, and juries of your peers to administer.

The Black Book simplifies the law and order code if persons of color are involved. Under this system, police officers are a “one stop shop”, so to speak. If they think a crime has been committed, they can resolve the matter right then and there. If they feel that their position of authority has been disrespected, they can deal with that, too, in any way they deem fit.

Capital punishment is rare in normal White society. In fact, even after this punishment is determined justified after a jury trial, the appeal process can take years, and some states in the Union don’t even permit it anymore, as they deem it “cruel and unusual”. Prison death rows are crowded with folks who’ve been locked up there for decades.

The Black Book evidently permits capital punishment for a variety of offenses. Based upon incidents in the past decade, the “crimes” subject to on the spot capital punishment by police officers includes:

                Climbing into your own car

                Fleeing a police officer who has just tased you

                Sleeping in your bed

                Eating ice cream

                Being mentally retarded, unable to respond to a police officer

                Resisting arrest

                Exercising your right to free speech

                Falling asleep in your parked car

                Allegedly passing a counterfeit bill

                Shoplifting

                Driving your car

                Talking with friends on a sidewalk after dark

                Pulling your cell phone out of your pocket

                Being drunk in public

                Trespassing

                A child playing with non-lethal BB gun

I recall a time back in my teen years when a neighbor friend of mine and I had nothing to do on a Sunday. I had a BB gun at the time which I used to plink cans and shoot at helpless birds. Anyway, my friend Pat and I decided to investigate some houses that were under construction nearby and we headed there, me with the BB gun. After looking around a newly-framed and wall-boarded house, we were about to leave when a police man drove up in his cruiser.

Obviously, had I been Black, he would have been within his rights to murder me (and Pat) for trespassing and being in possession of a BB gun. However, he didn’t do that. He took us in the garage and told me to hand him the gun. He then pointed it at the concrete floor and shot it. The BB bounced up and broke a brand-new window in the garage. Embarrassed, he gave the gun back to me, told us not to tell anyone what happened, and drove us home in his patrol car.

I don’t know if the Monterey Park police department used The Black Book back then. I doubt it, as I can’t recall any African Americans living in our lily white city back in the early 60’s.

However, there were a lot of Blacks living in Los Angeles, only 12 miles away, and the LAPD back in the day had a reputation for its brutal treatment of African Americans. (We had a next door neighbor in Monterey Park in 1959, an LAPD officer, who liked to regale listeners with his stories featuring his “nigger knocker”, as he affectionately called his nightstick.)

I’m sure the LAPD used The Black Book up until recently. In 1992, a bunch of officers beat the shit out of Rodney King with their metal batons… for drunk driving. This videotaped episode of police brutality spawned the Watts Riots, which caused $1 billion in property damage.

My old stomping grounds of Monterey Park has undergone dramatic demographic changes since I grew up there. It is now perhaps 95 percent Asian-American. White people are almost extinct there…except for a few stragglers like my brother Terry and his wife Kay. They and their kind are minorities in a Chinese town.

I wonder if the Monterey Park police use a White Book?

Cool Me

Have I mentioned that it gets warm here in the Summer?

A week from tomorrow, on September 1st, my surgery day, the high temperature is projected to dip under 100 degrees for the first time in at least six weeks. Hallelujah…praise Jesus!

During the past month, the daytime high has been between 105 and 118, and overnight lows have averaged in the high 80’s. It really sucks when I take the dogs outside to pee at 10 p.m. and the temperature is still in the 90’s. One could bake a turkey out there…overnight.

My neighbor friends say that this has been an unusually hot Summer here in Hell. Normally, they say, there are occasional monsoon rains that cool off the place. For a couple of hours, they chuckle.

Those f…ing leather faces think this is funny.

The dogs haven’t been able to take a walk in a couple of months. The sidewalks are like frying pans and the artificial grass in our backyard isn’t much better. Desert plants are screaming “No mas!”

If cactus plants could uproot themselves and flee, they would.

I try to keep the indoor thermostat at about 73 degrees, but someone (!) keeps bumping it up to 76 degrees. I suspect it’s Charlie, because she’s always complaining about being COLD. And because the dogs can’t reach that high. And, they like it cool, anyway.

So…yeah, it’s selfish Charlie who has been torturing the four of us.

I have a hard time sleeping when it’s warm…like 76 degrees. I sleep best when we are in the RV, along the Oregon Coast, with a window open to the cool, fresh air. Oh, how I long to hit the road again.

Antifa schmeefa, I want to go to Oregon, dammit.

As I live and breathe, we are going to be absent from Mesquite next Summer…even if the bubonic plague is active and millions of people are dropping like flies. I will proudly sacrifice myself, as long as I can do so in the comfort of my Sleep Number bed, with my window open so that the gentle 60 degree ocean breeze can caress my face as I lay dying.

Give me coolness or give me death!

Deja Vu Again

It’s almost time for hip replacement surgery.

Again.

On September 1st (eight days from today) I will head up to St. George, Utah for a return visit with Dr. Scott Parry, who replaced my left hip last November. It went so well last time that I decided like Ernie Banks…what the heck!…let’s play two!

My right hip HAS been bothering me. As a matter of fact, it is in worse condition than the left one was before last year’s surgery. I haven’t been able to hike with my buddies since January. I have been golfing occasionally, hitting range balls and playing an occasional round with my friends. But, my golf game sucks, probably because I’m favoring my surgically-repaired left hip.

My right hip bothers me most when getting up from a sofa after sitting for a while, which occurs a lot when you’re confined due to the pandemic. Charlie seems to know this, as she is constantly asking me to get something for her after I settle in on the couch. The dogs are also picking on me, wanting me to get down on all fours so that I can retrieve a ball that they’ve rolled under the sofa (on purpose). Those little bastards!

My poor hip can’t get no love.

My son Jonathan is going to fly here from Lexington, Kentucky this week to help Charlie for a week or so after my surgery. He did the same thing last year and was a big help. Jonathan can cook, which Charlie can’t, and he’s also adept at picking up dog poo out in the backyard.

Jonathan is also a golf nut, so his trip west has some perks. He’s flying out here on Friday, whereupon he will golf with his friend Tony in Las Vegas on Saturday and Sunday. He will then drive the 70 miles north to our place. The next morning, Monday the 31st, Jonathan, my friends Galen and Lloyd, and myself will drive out to Coyote Springs and golf at the Jack Nicklaus Signature course. Jonathan will shoot about 80, and the rest of us will combine for about 300 strokes.

It is what it is.

The next morning Jonathan will drive me up to St. George for my showdown with Dr. Parry.

I had my pre-op today in Mesquite with Bruce McPherson, who is Dr. Parry’s P.A. We went over the procedure, which is old hat for me, of course. However, a new wrinkle: Because of Covid-19 protocols, I will likely not stay overnight after my surgery. Last year, I spent the night on the surgical recovery ward and was released the next morning after I could demonstrate my fitness by walking to and from the cafeteria. Apparently, if I can get up and painfully hobble a few hours after surgery, the heartless bastards are going to release me.

Luckily for me, I have a retired nurse living in my house. And plenty of hydrocodone pills.

By the way, the hospital up in St. George, which is one of the finest I’ve ever experienced as an employee or patient, has fallen victim to the Black Lives Matter movement. The hospital, which until recently was called the Dixie Regional Medical Center, has been renamed the Intermountain Regional Medical Center. Apparently the umpteen million Mormons up there in Utah decided to get aboard the political correctness train. It must be Mitt Romney’s doing.

Of course, neither Black people, slavery or the Civil War had anything to do with Utah or the city of St. George, for that matter. The southern region of the state where St. George is located was once the location of a failed early Mormon experiment to grow cotton. Since it was in the “south” part of Utah, and cotton was the crop, early settlers in the 1860’s playfully used the moniker “Dixie” to describe their agricultural region. The unusual name for the region lingered long after the cotton -growing experiment died out, which was almost simultaneous with the failure of the Confederacy.

Anyway, I don’t know if the Medical Center’s decision to rename is indicative of a regional trend but, if it is, there’s going to be a lot of name-changing, as scores of businesses and such have “Dixie” in their official title. Heck, the local college is “Dixie State University”!

Speaking of name-changing, we might want to do some here in our house.

Both Charlie and I keep calling our new puppy BonBon (Bonnie) “baby”. That happens to be the name of our 3 yr-old Boston. It’s confusing. In retrospect, we should have named Baby something like “Stinker” because she has a persistent anal gland issue, if you know what I mean.

Then, we would have had a “Booger” and a “Stinker” before acquiring our little puppy a few months ago.

We could have then named her “Baby”, of course.

Then, again, “Midget” might have worked.

Except that we might have offended some elevationally-challenged individuals.

Boating Follies

We’re six months into the Covid-19 pandemic, holed up in Mesquite, Nevada and it is f…ing 115 degrees outside, not fit for man nor beast.

So, I have been amusing myself lately watching boating mishap videos on U-Tube.

For some reason, the dumbest people in the world seem to gravitate to boat ownership. Sure, there are a lot of smart and responsible boat people, but the really stupid folks, the Darwin Award candidates, invariably feel the need to demonstrate their incompetence and lack of common sense on lakes, rivers, and oceans. It is a primal urge, I think.

If I lived near a boat launching ramp, I would definitely make a weekly habit of grabbing a camera, a lunch bucket, and a folding chair and spending a few hours videoing idiots attempting to launch and recover their boats. Lots of laughs and never a dull moment.

For some reason, the homo sapiens species feels that if one can afford to acquire a boat, then that qualifies them to skillfully launch and skipper said conveyance. What could go wrong?

Plenty.

For one thing, God purposely made backing up a trailer a counter-intuitive skill, something that many people cannot master. Therefore, before the boat even gets near water, lots of things can go wrong, like jack-knifed trailers, collisions with other confused boating enthusiasts (who themselves can’t properly back up a trailer), and frustrated husbands, wives, and friends screaming at each other because their hand signals sucked. Sometimes fist fights break out.

Many of the U-Tube mishaps involve submerged tow vehicles, as in some doofus backed his boat-laden trailer too far down a launch ramp and then couldn’t get it out of the water. If you’ve ever launched or retrieved a boat at a ramp, you will recall that the pitch of the ramp can be significant and, usually, there’s f…ing moss on the ramp surface under the waterline. As in…no traction, Dummy!

Unfortunately, once your $50,000 truck is submerged, it is pretty much useless from that point forward.

For some reason, lots of unqualified boaters arrive at the ramp, either to launch or retrieve, under the influence of beer. This doesn’t help matters.

(We always had a speedboat when I was young; the whole family skied. I never launched a boat, thank goodness, because I’m not capable of backing up a trailer without a lot of luck. Thankfully, my Dad was a pro. He and my Mom, working as a team, could launch a boat at a ramp in one smooth motion. They would typically retrieve the boat and trailer using a 2” hawser that allowed the tow vehicle to pull the boat-laden trailer out of the water without the tow vehicle actually getting in the water.

I think I only saw one mishap in all of the years, and that occurred at Lake Havasu when we were trying to load the boat onto the trailer in a 50 mph wind. That sucked, we got it done, but my Dad ended up yelling at everyone. It was one of the only times I ever heard him swear.)

Once on the water in their boat or jet ski, many people don’t have respect for the wind, the waves, the tides, other folk on the water, or the speed they’re going. Passengers often do stupid things, as well, particularly if they’re under the influence. Lots of people, even drivers, fall out of boats. Go figure.

There are a multitude of U-Tube videos of watercraft ramming each other, people shifting weight and capsizing a small boat, and vessels that get swamped by ocean surf. And then, there are the accidents that occur when uncoordinated people, possibly under the influence, try to hop off or onto a boat from a dock. Ha ha.

As Clint Eastwood said, “Man’s gotta know his limitations.” That’s true, and overweight, uncoordinated women, as well.

Skippering a boat is a tremendous responsibility, as it is a lethal weapon…without brakes.

Some of the U-Tube videos show large ships that got away from their skilled operators and crashed into docks, other ships, bridges, and such. A captain of a cruise ship once told me that if a passenger fell overboard it would take about a mile to stop his ship and about an hour to circle back to when the man went overboard. Good luck with that.

Unskilled boat operators, many times while inebriated, underestimate the speed of the boat or misread conditions. Some of the U-Tube videos show boats driving up onto boat ramps, over docks, and getting flipped in the surf zone.

Some nincompoops run into bridges with boats.

Actually, that happened to me, while I was skippering a house boat on the Sacramento Delta. I had seven adults on the top deck to give me a shout if we weren’t going to clear the bridge at high tide. I was virtually idling the houseboat, just barely moving forward. Of course, my team of crack lookouts were all drinking alcoholic beverages, playing loud music, having a gay old time, and no one paid much attention…until my exhaust pipe (mast) got bent by the bottom of the bridge.

Ooooooh, was I mad!

Like I said, lots of dumbasses drive boats. I was one of them, trusting seven drunk adults in the crow’s nest to shout an alarm. Stupid is as stupid does.

But, at least there wasn’t a cameraman there to document my folly.

School Daze

It is the end of Summer, a time when lots of kids dread going back to school.

This year, however, after spending the past five months cooped up at home with Mom and Dad, children are begging to attend class in a real bricks-and-mortar school. And virtually all parents wish they could. “Can we just get back to normal?” is everyone’s silent prayer.

Evidently God (or the Devil) doesn’t want it that way just yet:  Mr. Covid is not done with us.

This “re-opening” school thing is a very difficult dilemma, a societal Sophie’s Choice. On the one hand, parents have got to get their children educated (and, let’s be honest, out of our hair so that they can go to work and make some money!). On the other hand, the pandemic is still out of control and those children represent a “silent spreader” threat to teachers, parents, and relatives.

I hooked up with Charlie and took on her four young boys, ages 2 to 8, when I was 25 years old. Other than a case of mononucleosis (“the kissing disease”!) in college, I had been healthy as a horse since my teen years. I might have gone through high school without missing a day…honest to God.

However, as soon as I became a Daddy to those four school-aged boys, I would catch a cold at least once per year. I’m sure they brought it home from school like they did the measles, chicken pox, and head lice. They couldn’t help it; they were kids. Children don’t have common sense, they don’t cover their noses when they sneeze, they share food, and won’t wash their hands unless forced to do so.

Pre-teens and teenagers hold hands, cuddle, kiss, share joints and vapes, and do just about whatever their parents tell them not to do when no one’s watching. Social distancing, wearing masks, washing hands…not going to happen.

And college kids, “our Nation’s future”, aren’t a lot better.

As soon as these know-it-alls hit the university campus, the party begins. For many of these young adults, it is the first time they have ever lived outside of the family home, their parents can’t see what they’re doing, and pretty much anything goes. A good part of the college experience is social, including group studying, socializing at local bars, restaurants, and clubs, and attending football tailgate parties and fraternity keggers. And then, there are the collegiate sports events with tens of thousands of cheering fans tightly-packed into arenas and stadiums.

Of course, they don’t behave much differently than a lot of “adult” Americans who like to blow off steam in any which way they can, like the hundreds of thousands of bikers who showed up at Sturgis, South Dakota last week to drink, dance on bar tops, and share bodily fluids. They have “the right to do this”, they say.

It is what it is.

For all of these reasons, public health officials and educators are rightly apprehensive about schools at all levels re-opening in the midst of a pandemic where infection rates are still high.

Each day students will enter classrooms having done who-knows-what in the past 24 hours. They could have been infected with Covid-19 and be asymptomatic, intermingling with others and potentially contaminating desks, door handles, papers, pencils, drinking fountains, playground equipment and so forth, spreading coronavirus in their wake.

If you’ve ever been to a Chuck E. Cheese restaurant, you know what I’m talking about.

Sure, K-12 students are less likely than older folk to become very sick from Covid-19, but those who have pre-existing conditions are vulnerable. No one is guaranteed a free pass from this coronavirus; youngsters, teens, and college-age adults alike have died from Covid-19.

Students infected at school then return to their homes and threaten the health of friends, parents, siblings, neighbors, and loved ones.

Many parents are hesitant to allow their K-12 children to return to school even though it places significant hardship on the family unit. Maybe a parent must stay home to babysit and home-school the kids, foregoing his/her job and income. The children will have to “remote learn” if that is possible in their home, and not all families have access to a digital device and Internet hook-up.

More importantly, there may be someone in that household that is particularly vulnerable to Covid-19 and the risk of sending children out into a potential coronavirus hazard zone and then having them re-enter their dwelling, potentially bringing the virus with them, is too risky. Those kids are not going to school.

Many teachers and teachers’ unions are very upset about the hard choice presented to them in the Fall 2020. They have to weigh the risk of Covid-19 infection of themselves and their loved ones against the passion that they have for teaching, which by nature requires human interaction.

Many employees at schools are older folk. That includes administrators, teachers, cafeteria staff, janitors, and bus drivers. Many are “at risk” because of age, physical condition, or have pre-existing health issues. Being in close proximity to potential “silent spreaders” in dangerous to them. Employees who have been exposed return home each day, potentially infecting their spouses, children, and perhaps elderly relatives that live with them.

Politically-charged partisans are now throwing shade on the teaching community, as if our teachers are trying to undermine the Nation, the economy, and the President. More importantly, these partisans are implying that teachers do not want to do their jobs.

That is unfair, to treat these fine people as villains.

Most people who teach have a passion for their profession. They do not do it for the money but, rather, because of the sense of satisfaction and fulfillment it gives them. As much as artists, mathematicians, and career criminals are what they are, teachers are wired to educate. They cannot help it and thank goodness for that.

I did some teaching back in the day and it was very satisfying. I was a swimming instructor for several of my college years, teaching little tykes all the way up to senior citizens how to negotiate pools, lakes and oceans. I also taught Water Safety Instruction, which is the program that schools and licenses lifeguards. Sure, I got paid to do it, but there was a very real award in observing the progression of skills in a student, knowing that you had a role in that. I was proud to know that my pupils were less likely to drown or perhaps might save someone else from doing so in the future.

Responding to political pressure to re-open, many schools throughout the Nation have done so in the past month. Despite all manner of efforts to safeguard students and teachers, a number of them have already had to shut down because of Covid-19 outbreaks. The most-publicized of these openings-then-closures have been prestigious universities where massive dorm parties and off-campus events brought together hundreds of mask-less students to do what fun-loving college kids do.

The bottom line in this dilemma we face is that biology trumps beliefs and attitudes.

It was hoped that the coronavirus would simply “go away” in the Spring (or Summer). We are now nearing the end of August and 1,000 people are dying each day from this plague. Mr. Covid is doing fine because we Americans have not unified to defeat him.

Our society thinks it is “exceptional” and smarter than others, but what we’ve actually shown the world is that we are dumber and more stubborn than most other societies. Fully one-quarter of the deaths due to Covid-19 have happened in the United States while we only account for 4 percent of the world’s population.

The death toll in U.S. is 175,000 as of today.

In a nutshell, we have not taken the biologic threat seriously, while most other nations have.

The only way that our Nation will move beyond the coronavirus will be an “all hands on deck” group effort. The longer that our leaders employ half-measures and our citizens cop stubborn attitudes, the longer and more severe the pandemic (and economic depression) will plague us here in America.

If we go to war for two weeks, perhaps undergoing a nationwide quarantine with mandatory participation, the coronavirus will be knocked down and we can re-open society and move forward. And…get our kids back into school!

Anything less will result in prolonged misery.

Euphoria

I heard yesterday that the S&P 500 stock index set a new record.

Congratulations to stock owners!

Most American households don’t own stock. Of those that do, most are involved in a small-time way via retirement accounts like IRAs which may be passively managed by a brokerage. Maybe a tenth of the stock capitalization is accounted for by these small fry investors whose average stock value is $40,000.

The richest 1 percent of Americans owns half, and richest 10 percent own roughly 88 percent, of all stock equity.

So, the overwhelming benefit of the surging S&P 500 extends primarily to the folks who were already filthy rich. Way to go! Enjoy your fancy cars, mansions, and $100 cigars. Life is good.

By the way, the top 1 percent of Americans own more wealth than the bottom 90 percent of Americans. Wealth includes assets such as cash, bonds, stock, business ownership, property and other tangibles less debt.

That is a staggering statistic.

Here’s another one: Since 1978 (that’s 42 years), CEO compensation has risen 940% while typical worker compensation has risen approximately 12%. The only reasonable explanation for this phenomenon is greed.

As investor Gordon Gecko in Wall Street said, “Greed is good.”

During those same four decades, prices for consumer goods increased by 297% while the value of the dollar increased by only 140%. This means that the average working Joe is, financially, worse off now than in 1978.

It’s better to be rich.

Most Americans can’t afford to own stock or a home. Their finances are month-to-month and, in some cases, day-to-day. Food, shelter, and utilities are their priorities. Many households use, and abuse, consumer debt to get from paycheck to paycheck. This is the reality of blue-collar America.

Between 25 and 30 million of these Americans, depending upon the statistical source, are now out of work thanks to the Covid-19 pandemic and our government’s feeble response. Those folks are in danger of losing their homes and having to beg for food for themselves and their families. Any of them who previously had medical insurance probably lost it with their job and now have to pray that they or their children don’t get sick or injured.

A good proportion of these unfortunates were previously employed in the Hospitality/Leisure sectors of the economy. These low-income workers were the cooks, waitresses, busboys, dishwashers, janitors, maids, bartenders, hostesses and such that kept hotels, restaurants, bars, clubs, arenas, stadiums, theaters, casinos and theme parks running. Also laid low by the economic crash are support industries (to the Hospitality/Leisure sector) like agriculture, horticulture, dry cleaners, beverage providers, and suppliers of all manner of items. In addition, the airline industry has been laid low, as conventions, vacations, and in-person business travel has plummeted. Car rental companies are going bust.

Interestingly, the S&P 500 Index doesn’t reflect much on this sector of the economy, which accounts for perhaps 2/3 of the folks who are currently unemployed. That may be why the word “disconnect” is often used when describing the relationship between the stock market euphoria and the overall depressed economy.

The market capitalization (dollar value) of the S&P 500 is dominated by a small number of companies. Four of them (Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, and Facebook) account for roughly 20 percent of the S&P 500 capitalization. And roughly one-third of the market value of S&P 500 firms comes from only 15 companies, none of which has much to do with the Hospitality/Leisure sector of the economy.

Thus it is possible for the Hospitality/Leisure sector to take a grievous beating, causing as many as 20 million Americans to lose their jobs… and the S&P 500 to actually surge upward…during a deep recession.

Typically it is bad news, politically, to be in a recession or, worse, a depression. That’s what’s occurring now as, according to one poll, as many as 40 percent of Americans who have jobs are worried about losing them in this pandemic/economic collapse.

In a cruel irony, many parents who have not yet been fired from their jobs are having to give them up to stay home and babysit/home-school their children because so many K-12 schools are closed due to the pandemic.

And, yet, President Donald Trump continues to boast about “his” economy.

Evidently, as long as Apple, Microsoft, Amazon, and Google are doing okay, the rest of the economy can go to Hell and the American economy will still being doing “great”, according to the 1 percenters…like Donald Trump. Billionaires lose sleep at night worried about share prices, not making rent payments or wondering what they will have to eat the next day.

But what happens when 32 percent of households fail to make their monthy rent or home mortgage payments? That would be an enormous hit on the banking industry.

And that is exactly what happened in August 2020.

Even though perhaps “only” one-fifth of working-class Americans are currently jobless, virtually all of those folks have monthly housing payments. Accordingly, the impact on landlords and mortgage bond holders is magnified. Recent Federal, State, and local actions requiring lenders to show forbearance during the pandemic are sunsetting within the next month or so. At that point, it will be hard to sustain stock market exuberance when the financial sector goes into freefall.

This scenario is eerily familiar, harkening us back to 2008 when the mortgage finance sector of the economy imploded. Following that debacle, the Federal government bailed out the wrongdoers (i.e. the greedy 1 percenters) because…they were “too big to fail”.

In the past six months, the Trump Administration has spent an unbudgeted $5 trillion to prop up the crashing economy. Regardless of who wins the 2020 Presidential election, simply printing new greenbacks to bail out failing businesses and households is not sustainable in the long run.

Some real pain is coming.

And you can bet who will have to endure it and who won’t.

As Marie Antoinette once said about the starving masses who couldn’t afford bread, “Let them eat cake.”

Just In Time

Did anyone notice the news last week that the Russians have developed a vaccine for Covid-19?

It was an announcement that seemed to have surprised the scientific community as well as people throughout the world.

Not that the two are connected, but did anyone notice the news in the past week or so that the Russians are, as in 2016, going all out to influence the 2020 Presidential election in President Trump’s favor? This has been confirmed by our intelligence agencies, who also reported that the Chinese are meddling, too, in favor of Joe Biden’s campaign.

Maybe the Presidential debates can focus on who is getting the most campaign help from these communist countries?

With about 75 days left before Election Day, and Biden ahead in most polls, the Trump re-election campaign is desperately seeking something to stop the bleeding. Typically, an incumbent who is losing will throw a Hail Mary pass in the last couple of months to reverse the campaign momentum.

In Political Science 101 it’s called an “October Surprise”.

At this point in the Covid-19 pandemic, which the Trump Administration has managed miserably, about the only thing that could save the President’s bacon would be the miraculous development of a Covid-19 vaccine to save American lives and, hopefully, get the economy back in gear.

Despite Trump’s vaunted “Operation Warp Speed”, which is trying to accomplish this very thing, the scientific community predicts that an effective and safe vaccine won’t be developed and ready for distribution until at least January 2021.

That is after the election.

Back to the Russians: Is it possible that Vladimir Putin, the guy who helped Donald Trump get elected in 2016, is attempting to contribute an October Surprise for his buddy with the surprise news of his country’s  miracle Covid-19 vaccine?

Another stunt? How cynical of me.

Of course, I would be thrilled if the Russians or any country had solved the Covid-19 mystery. It would be one of the most important scientific accomplishments of the 21st century and would save millions of people worldwide, a Nobel Prize would be in order, and I would happily stand in line to get my innoculation.

However, the news of the miraculous development has been met with the sound of one hand clapping by the world epidemiology community. Why would this be so?

Probably because the Russian vaccine hasn’t been proven to be effective or safe.

Many of the most promising vaccines in development right now are in Stage 3 clinical trials, testing candidate vaccines on thousands of people to determine whether the medicine…is effective and safe, which is standard procedure. There’s nothing worse than a vaccine that doesn’t work or actually hurts people.

Russian President Putin, in his announcement, was careful to address this issue by noting that his own daughter has been inoculated with the vaccine.

Maybe in Russia you only need to test one person? Maybe she’s the volunteer? Maybe he doesn’t like his daughter? Who knows?

Based upon the reaction of the scientific community, it appears that the consensus opinion is that the Russian vaccine is not yet ready. Or could be a hoax. As Ronald Reagan used to say, about the Russians, “trust, but verify”.

President Trump has been absolutely silent about this potentially earth-shaking development, which is fishy; this is a guy who comments on everything. One would think he would congratulate his good friend, whom he is fond of publicly complimenting.

What gives here?

Is it possible he is waiting to see if the American people take the bait?

If the Russian vaccine is accepted by the public without being subjected to months of clinical trials, then potentially President Trump’s new medical advisor, Dr. Atlas, can recommend to him that he fast forward our candidate vaccines and declare victory over Covid-19…prior to the election.

Just sayin’.