Our house is a very, very, very fine house with two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy 'cause of you
And our la, la, la, la, la,…(Our House/Graham Nash)…..
NOT!
The People’s House, the one we all thought of as OUR HOUSE, is anything but easy, anything but fine, and more and more like the inner sanctum of a gulag, a place Vincent Price might send invitations offering you to dare spend the entire night and survive until daylight. Except in THIS HOUSE, the creatures that roam in the Living Quarters from the West Wing to the East Wing, to the newly minted COVID Rose Garden, despise DAYLIGHT, because it causes transparency, illumination, and rays of truth and fact, usually in specks and prisms, of color and life. No prism in THIS HOUSE, it IS in fact more and more like a PRISON, a location where the CORONAVIRUS lingers, lives, thrives, and finds comfort. A location, filled with gluttonous, greedy GOONIES, gorging on the lifeblood of anyone NOT THEM!
I had to wait to write this particular BLOG, I knew today would be the day Music Died, as the Senate approves the nomination of a Handmaid, a liar, who says she cannot comment on the equality, and freedoms which will soon beg her for her jurisdiction. I waited, wondering how many more of Mother Pence’s, own Handmaid Mike’s, personal staff (The COVID-19, Task Force Chair) would test be found to be positive with the Chinese Virus. I held my breath wondering if the new normal spike of COVID cases averaging 67,767 would continue. And I sighed, because EVEN the RED STATES, the one’s Jesus, selected as SPECIAL NATION-STATES for TRUMP, began to understand Mother nature could give one fuck about politics! I waited to write this BLOG because I actually grew tired of the worry, the angst, the pissed feeling, the outrage, the anger, the exasperation, the folly, and the mere fact that even with all of this constant chaos, TRUMP has enough support that NO ONE really knows how our 2020 election will end…and if with it the end of democracy!
