Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dears!  How are you?  I'm OK, I guess.  I'm sorry that I took the last two weeks off.  I just get sick of writing about the corona bologna.  There's nothing else in the news.  COVID this and COVID that.  And now the city of Racine has extended the emergency declaration until July 31.  I'm sure that most small businesses will be dead by then.  Mr. Mayor Cory 'Butterball' Mason has no idea of how to handle this emergency.  He's had no experience or training in such affairs.  Yet he's our "leader,' another overpaid politician groping in the dark, trying to look official.  It's all too much.  The absolute failures of our "leaders" shine through at a time of real emergency.  Butterball has no idea of what he is doing.  He is flying blind.  And all of Racine suffers for it.

Do you get sick of living in a third rate city?  I remember when Racine was a huge success, an industrial powerhouse cranking out goods for the world to consume.  Now it's a welfare swamp, filled with those who don't want to work. We've created a generation of bums.  Oh my.

I see that the Common Council approved Mr. Mayor Butterball's wish for an extension of his emergency order.  Plus we have the Safer-at-Home order from the state, and Racine's Health Department declarations.  Who would have thought that following the rules under undeclared Martial Law would be so difficult?  I don't know whether to poop or get off of the pot.  Give corrupt politicians an inch and they take a mile.  Soon, Mr. Mayor Butterball will declare that we all must wear our underwear on our heads.  For safety's sake.  To confuse the COVID-19 virus.  Will you comply?  Will Police Chief Art Howell arrest you if you don't?  Will he have his underwear on his head?  I know that Sheriff Schmaling won't . . .

"They" are suggesting that professional sports be played with their arenas and stadiums empty.  Will they be as much fun to watch without the roar of the crowd?  Will the athletes play as hard?  Who cares?

I'm getting tired of shortages at the store.  Whenever I go shopping, there's been a run on a different item or two.  One time they will be out of eggs, the next time they will be out of bacon.  Or deli meats.  Or soup.  Or canned vegetables.  I think that if the hoarders see someone get an unusually large amount of something, they pounce on the product.  It doesn't matter if they don't need it.  It just matters that someone else wants it.  Personally, I think that hoarders should be shot on sight.  And then thrown in jail.  Let them hoard their food  in there. 

Well, Junior is bouncing off of the walls.  I send him out to run around the block every now and then, but it doesn't seem to help.  He has so much energy and no way to burn it off.  Why can't we bottle that energy?  It would sell great. 

Well, that's it, kiddos.  Thank you for reading my blog today.  I love each and every one of you.  We are family.

Please be sure to respect one another.  It's our best hope for peace.
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