The president doesn’t want to do much about the virus in the
US, apparently, but is happy to offer help to North Korea and Iran, allegedly
two of our country’s bitter enemies. Why
does he have these ridiculous pressers during which no news emerges and that force
his minions to stand behind him, cheek by jowl, underscoring his scorn for the
CDC and the recommendations for social distancing. Bad optics, Don!
Vice President Pence, by comparison, seems godly, righteous,
and sober. One might say even presidential, at least by current standards. I get his ridiculous sycophancy when it comes
to his boss, so I am learning to disregard it.
It sounds childish when Pence launches into his litanies of praise, but
flunkies who are not sufficiently adoring do not stay long in Trump’s White
House. Whatever it takes, Mike!
Dr. Fauci, the infectious disease expert who has served
presidents since Ronald Reagan, seems to be holding his own and successfully
navigating the thin line between being sufficiently respectful and telling the public
that the president is wrong about many virus-related matters. He is one of the
grownups in the room and I hope he manages to stick around for a while.
In other news, Mitzi the Cat seems unaffected, although she
appears confused on occasion because we are creating piles during the
decluttering. For example, she tried out the pile of discarded sheets in a warm
corner as a napping spot for a bit, but then removed herself to a little-used room
where the temp is 55 degrees. Go figure—she’s a cat!
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