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Presser Reactions: Trump v. Acosta, Gutfeld v. Williams, and All of the Leftwing Media Versus Mike Lindell from MyPillow.com Hey guys? I know you’re upset because you now realize your Senile Rapist Candidate is going to get curb-stomped in November– if he even survives until the election — but that’s no excuse for your behavior. Cry more, bitches.

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Secret Passages: Navigating the Uncharted [Bumped]


Moonbats unleashed in Congress. Get the hook!

Covid-19 — Navigating the Uncharted | NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL OF MEDICINE On the basis of a case definition requiring a diagnosis of pneumonia, the currently reported case fatality rate is approximately 2%.4 In another article in the Journal, Guan et al.5 report mortality of 1.4% among 1099 patients with laboratory-confirmed Covid-19; these patients had a wide spectrum of disease severity. If one assumes that the number of asymptomatic or minimally symptomatic cases is several times as high as the number of reported cases, the case fatality rate may be considerably less than 1%. This suggests that the overall clinical consequences of Covid-19 may ultimately be more akin to those of a severe seasonal influenza (which has a case fatality rate of approximately 0.1%) or a pandemic influenza (similar to those in 1957 and 1968) rather than a disease similar to SARS or MERS, which have had case fatality rates of 9 to 10% and 36%, respectively.

ONLINE QUIZ: Coronavirus (COVID-19) – Apple and CDC

BUH-BYE!    Late night shows are going the way of newspapers

OTOH: It will take you “years” of therapy to recover if you watch this:

China: ‘We’ve Completely Cured Coronavirus And Everything Is Fine Here And No One Is Allowed In To Check’

ABC News/WaPo Poll: Trump approval at highest ever, majority approve of handling of pandemic 66% express confidence in the federal government’s ability to handle the outbreak” [continue reading…]

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Salve for your heart. Full screen. Speakers up. Windows open. Sing along.

The Nashville Studio Singer Community – Virtual Cell Phone Choir – “It Is Well With My Soul” arranged by: David Wise

31 of Nashville’s Studio Singers using their cell phones during Nashville’s Safer at Home order to record and lift their collective voices to share a message of hope and encouragement during these challenging days. It is well.

HT: John Venlet

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Boomer Anthems: One


One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters and my brothers
One life
But we’re not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other

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Of Leaps and Faith

This time they didn’t call 2020 a leap year for nothing.

9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
Psalm 91 KJV – He that dwelleth in the secret place of – Bible Gateway

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The most dangerous news in the world is the news you want to hear. When you hear that you often stop listening. Beware opinion lock. [continue reading…]

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Here’s is the original poem that was set to music →→→  Stay The Fuck At Home

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Released yesterday by America’s only living Nobel-Prize poet and sometimes prophet. Saying something…. something… about the need to beware of history not repeating but rhyming.


What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it’s thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that “Only the Good Die Young”
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play “St. James Infirmary” and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names

Bob Dylan releases 17-minute song about JFK assassination

Against a minimal bed of violin, piano and light percussion, Dylan frequently references or riffs on 1960s events, catchphrases or titles, with lines that include: “The Beatles are coming, they’e gonna hold your hand” (the arrival of the Fab Four in America in early 1964 is regarded by some as a tonic to the lingering depression from the assassination); “ferry cross the Mersey and go for the throat” (only part of which is a nod to Gerry and the Pacemakers); “Tommy can you hear me, I’m the Acid Queen,” and “I’m going to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian age / Then I’ll go to Altamont and stand near the stage.”

When it comes to the actual assassination, Dylan doesn’t skimp on the details: “They blew off his head while he was still in the car,” he sings in the first stanza. Later on, he traces the car’s frantic exit away from Dealey Plaza in Dallas, even taking the first-person point of view of the deceased Kennedy: “Riding in the backseat next to my wife / And it’s straight on into the afterlife / I’m leaning to the left I got my head in her lap…” He gets specific about details following the death, too — like “Johnson sworn in at 2:38.”

In the song’s view, the killing of JFK, “right there in front of everyone’s eyes,” is the “greatest magic trick” — and one he presumably thinks has some relevance in 2020.

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Dude.. this guy has Parkinson’s but he is still here singing about how we should wash our hands… respect

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Whittle does these daily now. Subscribe and pay attention. [continue reading…]

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Are you a “belly-half-full” or a “belly-half-empty” eater when shut in with lots of food?

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How We Live Now 2

CW at Daily Timewaster says: One of Glenn Reynold’s commenters posted this, and it’s just too good not to repost. I agree.

“Truckers are saying “f*** the log rules, I’m hauling” and they’re getting supplies to the stores. People are stocking the shelves all night and letting old people shop first. Folks are buying meals for truckers, who (obviously) can’t go through the drive-ups. Asking ’em what they want, then buying it for them.

“Carnival Cruise Line has told Trump “We can match those big Navy Hospital ships with some fully staffed cruise ships”.

“GM and Ford have said “hold our cars and watch this — we can make ventilators where we were just making car parts, starting next week” — by re-engineering seat ventilators which their engineers hacked together for a new purpose. In under a week.

“In a project with which I’m loosely associated, a very-effective agricultural disease-control agent was re-purposed and re-labeled specifically for Corona-virus control by the FDA and EPA in under ten days, from initial request to distribution.

“Restaurants and schools have said, “we’ve got kitchens and staff; we can feed the poor kids who used have school lunch.”

“NBA basketball players have said, “Hold our basketballs while we write checks to pay the arena staff.”
Construction companies are saying, “Here are some high-end masks for medical staff and doctors”.

“Distilleries are making sanitizer out of distilling “heads and tails” which are normally discarded. Nasty shit to drink, but effective sanitizer.

“People are tipping grocery check-out clerks and thanking them for taking the risk.

“Local, state, and county governments are taking control of everything the feds cannot do. Some are doing it wrong, but for the first time in decades … they’re doing it. Federalism is re-emerging, and the smallest unit of government is the individual and the family. This, too, is re-emerging after decades of dormancy.”

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Boomer Ballads: Lonesome Town

Slow dance. Ladies choice.

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A friend asks me on the phone, “So how is your self-quarantine doing? ”

I reflect a moment and tell him, “Even before the current insanity my whole life was pretty much a self-quarantine.”

As a result, this extension of my default lifestyle has only required a few changes to my otherwise mundane and isolated day to day.

These days I rise and try to figure out when I’ll go out for a solo perambulation either in the apartment complex or along the bike path to get in the 5,000 steps a day regimen I use to keep my numb feet working. The where and when depend upon the weather. I once defaulted to the Chico Mall but that’s closed tighter than King Tut’s tomb. Now when it’s wet I head for the nearest large (essential) box store and do laps with a cart.

If I have any room at all left in my refrigerator/freezer/kitchen cabinets/under the bed I also try to shop during the new geezer hours at the local supermarket. (From 6 to 9 at Safeway if you are over 65.)

To do a walk or shop I have to plan my exits and entrances accordingly and suit up. My KungFlu costume has evolved and it is currently made of one plague resistant glove on my right hand, one disinfectant soaked washcloth in a ziplock plastic bag in the left jacket pocket to disinfect my ungloved hand should I touch anything of “dubious” provenance (every day more dubious items appear and the two glove days are coming soon.). Then I spray a folded paper towel with disinfectant to slide down the handrail on the stairs I share with my still unknown upstairs neighbor (Here nine months and haven’t seen her once.). I place folding money and a debit card (after disinfecting) in my front pocket so I don’t have to fiddle with the wallet.

Then, over all that, I put on the full armor of God and go outside to pretend to shop but really to monitor my town and how it is evolving in the face of the present insanity. I get into the car (please no repair requirements just now thank you ) where I have another bottle of Windex Gold Special Disinfectant spray to disinfect as I go. It works well and has no ammonia so I can spray liberally about the interior. In doing so I decide that “Windex Gold” is going to be my new aftershave. (Not bad. Sort of lemony with a hint of plague-freaked geezer.)

So far. So good.

Chico is a town of about 100,000 (up 20,000 since the Paradise fires a year and a quarter ago.). It is now haunted in the downtown sections since those are populated primarily by college students and they have long ago evaporated. Essential services such as gasoline stations, grocery stores, materials outlets, waste, and delivery are all up and running and holding well. Doctors are on an as needed (Call us first. Don’t just drop in with a cough, thank you.) basis but scant if not “essential.”

Dentists are utterly closed here. I find this out when I stop by the office of the Dentist I had scheduled drastic surgery with last month to find his office closed with a “Nothing Doing” sign on the door. But as I read it I notice my dentist inside at the front desk. I knock on the door and we have a conversation without either one of us wanting to open the door and have it face to face. I ask him if there are any “emergency” dental services available. He tells me that local dentists are working trying to find a way forward but it is still early days. So it goes with the “elective” services.

As far as the “essential” services are concerned these are all up, holding well, and fully staffed.

Everywhere in these stores the staff that shows up and works pretty much non-stop is now widely known to be the heroes of Chico. neither I nor others are shy about saying so to their face and loudly. Said it yesterday at the Raleys deli counter and at least seven other (socially distanced) shoppers burst into applause.

Sometimes my daily hunting and reconnoitering expeditions bear strange fruit. Last Saturday after the open-air Farmers’ Market, I stopped by one of the three town Safeway store to see what few items I just might need in the way of fresh chicken or meat. No problem there was plenty to choose from even though it was after twelve. I picked up some pork chops and turned into the most desolate and empty aisle of the market — the paper products. Suddenly, there it was. My WHITE WHALE! All alone in the vast and echoing brown shelf desolation. An iceberg of a catch. A snowy summit out of the fog. A really large hump blooming out of storm-tossed shelving. All alone as if waiting for my disinfectint dripping fingers to harpoon and take back to my try-works for slow but certain rendering into a mere cardboard cylinder. I struck without mercy and I scored! [continue reading…]

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My current state of social distancing

 

A friend asks me, “How’s your self-quarantine going?”

I reflect on the last year and reply, “My whole life is pretty much a self-quarantine.”

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The ‘Pie Engineer’ Who Designed a Dessert For the Jazz Age 

In his 1939 book Pie Marches On, Strause’s publishers summed up his approach: “He has reduced pie baking to an exact science and measures each ingredient with the care of a pharmacist.” This style meant no volume measurements (Strause wrote that “the tea cup and teaspoon are the greatest enemies of a good pie”) and endless experimentation. Once, he made 150 different versions of cherry pie. His pie fixation also meant he had the tendency to get a little high-and-mighty. Strause once sniffed that housewives “tend to be too slipshod for scientific pie-making.”

 

The original PiePocalypse [continue reading…]

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Very soon now we will be informed that Joe Biden has withdrawn from his run for the presidency to spend more time with his memories…

Advertising signs they con

You into thinking you’re the one

That can do what’s never been done

That can win what’s never been won

Meantime life outside goes on

All around you…

It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

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