The theme of today's White House Press briefing is "Changing the subject." Angry like a man with Jalapeno in his hemorrhoid cream. The Orange one makes a point of saying Chinese virus, yet again. Clearly, he's painting this as a Chinese failure. If it's China's fault, it can't be Donald Trump's fault. They did this to us! And just when I had things perfect too. The victim Donald Trump. Rambling like Grandpa telling you about the good ole days, and how he'd once owned an Oldsmobile that came from Cincinnati. Fantasy plans and miracle cures and we'd like to thank our corporate sponsors. He looked tired and looked as if he had a double coat of the old orange Earl Scheib. Can paint look tired?
I am in the house under lock down. On Tuesday morning I woke up congested on one side and felt poorly. I stayed home just in case. I never had a fever. On Wednesday, I made sales calls I felt certain I didn't have the virus. My symptoms were mild I had a sore throat, but it went away. Wednesday night I saw a CNN story about the best and the worst case. One woman was hospitalized and went through hell as the worst case. The other case was a preacher and his symptoms sounded a lot like mine. Thursday morning, I felt moderately worse so I'm in the house.
You know the orange one is pulling out all the stops, in this crisis confronting his administration. How can he convince the American people he's not incompetent in the face of clear incompetence? How can he convince us that this couldn't have been alleviated? You know, the old razzle dazzle. The economy is going to be fantastic, a chicken in every pot and a new car in every garage. Trump is worried about Trump. Trump's committee is worried about Trump. The bowing and scrapping is embarrassing, Thank you, oh lord of life. Thank you for allowing the sun to shine upon us unworthy mortals.
But Trump doesn't talk about us, he talks about statistics and cases that no one could see coming and his Herculean efforts to save us from a pandemic that no one in the whole world saw coming. Detached from reality he mutters about wonder drugs and research, but the crisis is today. People, you know, those warm lumpy things with a heartbeat are getting sick every day. The numbers of corona virus victims reported are those hospitalized or who have gone to the doctor. I'm not that sick and I hope not to be that sick, but what do I know? I haven't gone to the doctor and I wonder how many others are sick with mild to moderate symptoms?