Just a suggestion
It ought to be evident to just about everybody by now that our beloved President will not go cheerfully, if at all. He may get out of the White House by January 20th, but not with a smile on his face. And who knows whether he will find some excuse to refuse to get out?
What if he has to be ejected by force? Some folks relish the thought of his being escorted out in handcuffs. Or just walked out with each arm held in a hammerlock by a different Secret Service agent or U.S. Marshal. Not I.
I prefer carrying him out in a straightjacket, like the addled madman he is. It reinforces what everyone ought to know — that he is an out-of-control loser who belongs not in the Oval Office, but in a padded cell at an institution for the criminally insane.
Which brings me to another bit of insanity.
Yup. This thing. It popped up (supposedly) in the Utah desert one day, all science fiction-y and Mysterious. Then just as mysteriously it vanished, only to pop up again (assuming it's the same one) in Romania. And then in California.
Some think it's a beacon for interstellar space ships, manned by extra-terrestrials on their way here to conquer and eat us. Some think it's a practical joke. Some, including me, think it might be a new phase in the work of that mysterious English artist, Banksy. Either that or you practical jokers in Sigma Alpha Epsilon had better cut it out.
But lately, my opinion on the matter has begun to change. I think its mysterious disappearance is of a piece with the disappearance of the cat who used to intrude on the reports-from-home of PBS Newshour reporter Lisa Desjardins.
Thanks to the COVID-19 Plague, Desjardins has been reporting to us more or less regularly from a room in her home. From time to time, her tuxedo cat would pop up in the background. I mean this cat (circled in black on the white shawl atop the gray ottoman) who I caught snoozing while Lisa was giving us the Washington lowdown.
Once, (alas, I didn't think to photograph it) the cat was lasciviously licking its most private parts. Perhaps that's why I haven't seen the animal recently. I suspect that during broadcast hours it has been banished to the bathroom that contains its sand box.
Or perhaps, Lisa's cat is with the monolith in Utah. Or is it Rumania?Or is it California?
Between the pandemic and all the Trump insanity, not to mention the wandering monoliths and the banned cat, I wouldn't be surprised if all of us end up in straightjackets.
