Mr.
Hands-On
If Chunky Hitler
had just stepped
out
of the
way and let the already
installed safeguards
against a possible
pandemic perform
their functions
then the coronavirus
crisis would have
been much, MUCH less
catastrophic to
the U.S.
People could have
continued working,
schools would now
be opening, the stock
market
could have kept chugging
along, and life would
have continued normally.
And t-Rump would
have lost the election.
But, no. He decided
to let people die,
to let the pandemic
spread, and to
let economic chaos
ensue. As a bonus
(or as a planned
event) somewhere
in the midst of this
disarray George Floyd's
murder caused a firestorm
of public reaction,
and the Mango Madman's
reaction was to make
it worse by sending
storm troopers to
teargas and shoot
peaceful protestors.
Why?
So he can be reelected.
Or, actually, have
a mechanism in place
that more easily
allows him to steal
the election or shut
down the vote completely. Think
not? You watch.
Seriously, Hair Furor
had a choice
to act, at the very
least,
as a neutral observer
to the growing viral
crisis. Instead he
chose to purposely
create chaos, to
let people die, to
let people lose their
jobs and homes, to
let the country burn
in protest, to fill
the streets with
goons who will (inevitably)
begin killing civilians.
And Mr. Cognitive
Genius is just getting
started.
He will no doubt
enact martial law
and god
only
knows what other
cruel executive office
tricks dreamed up
by Barr and Miller,
and their ilk.
Four years ago we
had a choice, as
president, between
a fascist and someone
who was not fascist.
Now that we know
what fascism looks
like let's all pick
the right
one
this
time,
okay?
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Yeah, I know. It's
been a week since
the
last
Raging
Pencils
cartoon.
But I have... not
been well.
By all evidence I
have covid-19.
I say "evidence"
because the only
symptom I've had
for the past eight
days is a low, erratic
fever. This, for
me, is extremely
odd because I haven't
had a fever in my
entire adult life
so I can only assume
it's covid.
(Let me take a moment
here to say that,
yes, I had taken
every precaution
from the arrival
of this virus in
Texas to keep myself
safe. Masks, gloves,
disinfectant, and
almost complete isolation
the entire time.
Easy since I work
at home. Somehow
one of the little
buggers
just got
in.)
Midway through
this
stint I contacted
a local clinic about
a test. They said
it'd be 10-15 days
before I'd get results.
Since I thought I'd
be dead by then I
figured I'd just
wait it out.
I'm not so much debilitated
by the disease as
anxious for the moment
when it might take
a hard right turn
into
lung
and/or kidney destruction.
I have an oximeter
at hand which reassures
me that 20 years
of hard exercise
is
keeping my oxygen
levels at 98%.
At my age the mortality
rate for the virus
is about 3%, and
I have no
comorbidities, which
drops that rate even
lower, so I think
I'll pull through.
But
this
virus is
a shifty
little
bugger with many
tricks up its sleeve.
One of them being
the
ability to reinfect.
Oh, joy.
For the past few
days the fever has
dropped into the
"nuisance" range
but, to be honest,
it never
reached the
danger zone, staying
way under 102 degrees.
So thank you for
your slack, fellow
Pencilnecks. I'll
see if I can dredge
up a 'toon worthy
of a giggle next
time rather than
one that elicits
impotent rage.
=Lefty=
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