Masks v. Freedom to be Dumb

My little doggie. So black, he absorbs light. Even though he’s neutered and less than a foot tall, he’s got a lion’s heart and can actually be quite vicious for a cute little guy.

I think he’s smarter than many Republicans.

For posterity’s sake, allow me to describe the situation we’re in.

COVID-19 has kept our state and our country basically locked down for about two months. The Republicans are screaming to reopen everything, post haste.

So in order to reopen, we have to use every precaution available, because the virus is still lurking among us and it is highly contagious.

For that reason, both the CDC and 50 countries throughout the world are asking—if not requiring—that people wear masks.

The masks are not to protect the wearer, but rather to protect other people from the wearer, who may be C19 positive, but asymptomatic, or presymptomatic.

Now get this: many Republicans are refusing to wear masks because they consider it an assault on their constitutional rights.

One went so far as to call me an authoritarian fascist after I explained to him the importance of the mask. I went on to explain that both I and my mother were in high-risk groups, to which he replied:

Then isolate yourself & stop fucking up things for everyone else who takes the time to be healthy. Get healthy & quit imposing on my life you jerkoff.”

So, yeah, that’s what we’re dealing with in Trump’s America, and Trump is doing nothing to help. He refuses to wear a mask and, to the best of my knowledge, has never encouraged his followers to wear one.

We’re in the midst of a deadly global pandemic that might linger with us for years, and Trump and his people don’t even want to do something as simple as wearing a mask to keep folks safe and reduce the spread.

And that’s crazy.

Alive Again

Back on Twitter. Back on Facebook. The Republican “Keyboard Warriors” are on the march again, so we keyboard slackers must rise to the task, don our armor, and ridicule them mercilessly.

Twitter is kind of a downer. As I’ve said before, a brilliant mature man will be lucky to get 500 followers, while an ill-educated teenage girl with dirty underwear will capture tens of thousands.

Twitter suspended my Sam Brodeaux account last year, and it cut me deeply. So this time, I’m going to avoid heated confrontation and just try not to take it too seriously. Unfortunately, it’s easy to take little things like Twitter seriously when you don’t have a lot going in your life.

But, with Twitter, it’s the little things that count. “Like” a good post. Add a sly comment here or there, good or bad. I think it matters, but I can’t say exactly how much.

It’s a war of degrees.

I pretty much hate Facebook. I’m probably not going to get involved with anyone there. It’s a pretty shitty platform and the owners are data pigs, but I need it to comment on a lot of websites, to fight the good fight.

I had a lot of pretty good friends on FB, but most of them turned out to be Trump supporters, and I just couldn’t stand it any more. I couldn’t look the other way. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t matter.

I’ll bet money most of them are still Trump supporters, which is tragic.

But…anyway…we do what we can, even if it’s next to nothing.

Lignum Vitae

I wish I understood life, but I don’t. I just don’t. I don’t understand people. I don’t understand politics. I don’t understand women. I don’t understand Republicans.

I don’t even understand myself.

So many things I want to do, but I usually do nothing. So many people I’d love to meet, but I avoid the public with due diligence. Would love to be more directly involved in politics, but I’m too honest, and I can’t stand shading the truth with self-serving inflections.

The happiest days of my life? I have nothing to show for it.

The worst days? Cover my heart with hidden scars.

I don’t really want much of anything, other than time, more time. A little place of my own where I can sit and think unmolested.

I honest to God can’t believe that Trump is still president, and as horrid a job as he’s done, almost all of his supporters will vote for him again. It’s a mass hypnosis, the stuff of science fiction.

But it’s here, now. It’s real.

I’m not a man in need of much these days, thank Providence, but I am in dire need of motivation, desperate need of a reason to keep going. I know that it’s almost criminal to squander these resources at my fingertips. But I’ll be damned if I can figure out how to make it work.


A touch of romance, maybe that’s what I need. Just overruled my inner cheapskate and joined a dating site for $149.00. It ain’t much…but it’s worth a try.

Lignum Vitae loosely translates into “The Wood of Life.” It is a very hard wood, said to have magical properties, and that Merlin’s magic wand was made of it.

True confession: I don’t have much these days, at my age, but I still have wood.

And that’s a good thing.