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Month: June 2020

Masks are all we’ve got

Trump Tries to Revive Struggling Campaign at Tulsa Rally | Time
Trump’s rally last night. The campaign handed them masks. They didn’t wear them

This is the unpleasant truth that I know people don’t want to hear:

“It’s really all we have…it’s a tool that’s been demonstrated to have an impact if everyone does it or if most people do it. There’s not much else you can do. There’s no quick intervention that’s going to bring this to an end”

Trump’s crowd seemed younger than usual which I think is obviously because of the risk to the older folks. But young people can get sick too and they certainly can spread it, particularly if they are of the mindset that this whole thing is bunk.

It’s entirely possible that the rally last night will not prove to be a so-called “super-spreader” event. Nobody can predict that for sure. But there’s no doubt that it was very risky.

They are estimating that 6200 people were in that arena last night. That’s better than 19,000, of course. Fewer people at risk of contracting and spreading the disease. But it’s about the best that can be said for it. The virus spreads exponentially so it only takes a handful of yahoos to spread it to hundreds of others.

You sir, are no Ronald Reagan

Donald Trump vs. Ronald Reagan - Chicago Tribune

Let’s talk about dogwhistles. Check out this fantastic piece by Rick Perlstein:

Last week we learned that someone with a deep knowledge of a certain kind of history seems to be advising Donald Trump’s reelection campaign. This week, the campaign announced that Trump’s first post-COVID-19-lockdown campaign rally would take place on June 19, in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Immediately, commentators observed that Tulsa was the site of American history’s most harrowing racial pogrom in 1921, and that June 19 was Juneteenth, a holiday commemorating the day slaves in Texas learned they were free. The campaign decided to move the rally to the next day instead.

It was easy, perhaps, to imagine all this was a one-off coincidence, “snowflake” liberals manufacturing outrage out of thin air—until the announcement that Trump’s acceptance speech was to take place in Jacksonville, Florida, on August 27. It was soon pointed out that black people in Jacksonville know that date as “Ax Handle Saturday,” when participants in a 1960 NAACP demonstration were chased through downtown streets for beatings. Next, the campaign tweeted a frightening message about Trump World’s latest boogeyman, ANTIFA—illustrated with the same upside-down red triangle the Nazis forced socialists to wear.

“This campaign is nothing but a dog whistle,” a friend emailed me, referring to the phrase used to describe the longstanding right-wing practice of signifying solidarity with racists by sending signals on coded frequencies that non-racist voters won’t recognize. The comparison most frequently drawn is to the first major speech of Ronald Reagan’s presidential general election campaign, on August 2, 1980, at the Neshoba County Fair in Mississippi. 

There, in the 1950s and ‘60s, politicians competed to outdo each other with nasty imprecations at civil rights organizations like the NAACP—an acronym a politician named Paul Johnson said—in his successful 1963 run for governor—stood for “Ni**ers, Apes, Alligators, Coons, and Possums.” In 1964, the fair opened as planned on August 8, even though six days earlier the bodies of voting rights activists James Chaney, Andrew Goodman and Mickey Schwerner were discovered buried in an earthen dam a few miles away, assassinated by the Ku Klux Klan with the assistance of Sheriff Lawrence Rainey.

And yet Reagan raised the curtain of his campaign there with a speech in which he affirmed his support for “states rights,” the signature code phrase of Southern racist politicians going all the way back to John C. Calhoun. Three months later, he swept all the Southern states save Georgia against Peachtree State native son Jimmy Carter. 

In years since, conventional wisdom hardened: dog-whistles work. No wonder, forty years later, Team Trump is eager to sound them again.

But my work suggests a contrary lesson: it’s likely that this speech hurt Reagan more than it helped him. In 1964 Barry Goldwater, after voting against the landmark 1964 civil rights act, got 87 percent of Mississippi’s vote. In 1976 Gerald Ford, who first supported, then voted against civil rights legislation, and whose Republican Party by 1976 was widely understood as anti-civil rights, lost Mississippi by only two points. But in 1980 Ronald Reagan, who had opposed all the civil rights bills of the 1960s, barelywon Mississippi, improving on Ford’s performance there by only one percentage point.

Why? Return to that hot August day in Mississippi. Listen to the speech, which is available on YouTube. Of the scores I’ve listened to, this is perhaps the most diffident Reagan performance I’ve heard. He took less than ten minutes, an unusually large portion comprised of stories and jokes which went over much better than his most famous line, which he rushed and muffled, as if he was nervous—far from the sort of demagogic bray you’d expect reading accounts of the event.

According to unpublished research by historian Marcus Witcher of the University of Central Arkansas, the infamous words were added at the last-minute by the private suggestion of Reagan’s host, Congressman Trent Lott. That makes sense because, in fact, the phrase contradicted the campaign’s central messaging strategy. 

Documents I’ve studied reveal a campaign veritably obsessed with fighting the perception that Reagan’s conservative, anti-government politics camouflaged prejudice. A 1978 memo from Reagan advisor Peter Hannaford to Edwin Meese, for example, concerning “SUBJECT: ‘gay issues, revisited,’” observed “a very thin line to tread between getting the support of fundamentalists, on the one hand, and people who need to know how strongly RR is opposed to bigotry, on the other. The latter, in my opinion, are much more potent politically and in terms of swaying the opinions of others.”

That spirit carried forward through 1980. Reagan pollster Richard Wirthlin devised a strategy for Reagan to appear as often as possible before black audiences. “We weren’t expecting to pick up any black votes in New York,” an advisor later noted. “We just wanted to show moderates and liberals that Reagan wasn’t anti-black.”

The same message even held for white Mississippians. 1980 was well into the ascendancy of what historians like Matt Lassiter call “colorblind conservatism”: advocating policies that disparately impact African Americans, without appearing to do so. 

Indeed, one of this story’s strange ironies is that the campaign was originally planned to open before the Urban League—a venerable national civil rights organization. A scheduling problem resulted in the Neshoba speech coming first.

It’s not that the campaign did not seek to appeal to bigots; one 1979 Wirthlin memo said the most promising potential seam of Reagan voters were Democrats scoring highest on “authoritarianism—and a low score on egalitarianism.” And it wasn’t only Ronald Reagan’s general election campaign that opened in a racist epicenter. His nomination campaign did as well, in South Boston, site of vicious violence against integrating black students only five years earlier. Beside him on the podium was a politician named Albert “Dapper” O’Neil, an anti-integration leader famous for never going anywhere without a gun, and for his adamant support for South Africa’s apartheid government.

Next Reagan traveled to Cicero, the Chicago suburb so inhospitable to black people that Martin Luther King once gave up on a plan to march there for open housing after the Cook County sheriff told him it was “awfully close to a suicidal act.” Reagan’s briefing materials instructed him that that a top issue of voter concern there was a “recent HEW [Department of Health, Education and Welfare] decision to force a busing program on the city of Chicago and surrounding suburbs.”

He delivered his standard speech in Cicero and “Southie,” mentioning nothing about busing, just government overreach in the abstract. The campaign was skillfully treading that “thin line” described by Hannaford. Had he also delivered his standard speech in Neshoba nine months later, he would have done so again. Instead, he stepped over the line, taking Trent Lott’s advice—and his endorsement of “states rights” turned the dog whistle into a train whistle. 

His diffident delivery suggests Reagan understood how risky this was. If so, his suspicions were correct. It was the immediate conclusion of voices across the political spectrum that this was a terrible blunder.  

Carter joined seven southern governors in demanding an apology—skillfully playing to Southern political tropes by portraying Reagan as an unwelcome carpetbagger. Andrew Young penned a moving essay for the Washington Post about stopping in Neshoba County during Martin Luther King’s 1966 March Against Fear. King described the lynching in his speech, concluding, “The murderers of Goodman, Chaney, and Schwerner are no doubt within range of my voice.’  A voice rang out: ‘Yeah, damn right. We’re right behind you.”

The Reagan campaign had begun on its back foot—not least in Mississippi. Witcher unearthed a report on the ground from a party worker there: “Three weeks ago Reagan had a landslide victory in Mississippi. Today it is a tossup.” The state Republican chairman listed the campaign’s liabilities—writing “states’ rights flap” at the top. At Reagan headquarters, the fallout was so great that the campaign brought in a ringer from a major Washington lobbying shop to handle press relations.

And, just the opposite of Donald Trump of late, the campaign doubled down in its outreach efforts toward liberal constituencies. This was something Ronald Reagan was rather skilled at. After the candidate met with National Organization of Women president Eleanor Smeal to affirm that he supported feminist goals, she emerged to tell the New York Times that Reagan was “finally waking up to the fact that this issue is a lot hotter than he realized,” repeating campaign talking points that he had supported fourteen civil rights bills as governor.

Meanwhile, black surrogates hymned Reagan’s praises: “for too long the Democratic Party has taken black people for granted and lied to them about Republicans.” 

These efforts were so successful that, astonishingly, in the middle of October, none other than Ralph Abernathy stepped up to the pulpit of an African American church in Detroit, identified himself as “the man in whose arms Martin Luther King died,” and said, “I have been praying and I have been studying and today I have had an opportunity to come to a decision after a private meeting with Governor Reagan. And after we discussed certain issues, I am thoroughly convinced. . . . I endorse the candidacy of Ronald Reagan as the next president of the United States!”

And, of course, all the while, Reagan passionately plumped for policies that his voters full well understood would disadvantage African Americans. Thomas and Mary Byrne Edsall would later find that Carter received 93 percent of the vote of those who most enthusiastically supported efforts to improve conditions for black Americans. Reagan got 71 percent of the vote of those who most strongly opposed them. 

Ronald Reagan had the skill to recover from a lapse in discipline when it came to treading the fine line of race. Compare that to the current Republican aspirants. Juneteenth? “Ax Handle Saturday”? Nazi symbols? Shithole countries, Mexico sending their rapists? Memo to Donald J. Trump: you’re no Ronald Reagan. Dog whistling takes skill, and your racism is far too blatant to walk that fine line.

That’s why his ceiling is 45%. Sadly, it also means that his floor, probably 38% or so, represents the tens of millions of Americans who are blatant racists just like him.

Even more troubling is the fact that Trump has exposed weaknesses in our system that a more skilled politician can exploit in the future. The power of the presidency has been pushed to new limits and in the hands of someone who can walk that fine line as Reagan did could see a dedicated authoritarian go even farther. Trump is limited by his ignorance, narcissism, and need to express every thought that passes through his head. A smarter would-be dictator could use these newly revealed weaknesses in a way that keeps a much larger number of Americans on board as Reagan did.

Nixon, Reagan and Bush-Cheney weakened the guardrails that Trump has crashed through. But they were old school, with at least some sense of what we used to think of as patriotism or, at least, concern for their legacy. (Trump’s will in all likelihood be the worst in American history.) And in the past Republicans in congress cared for their own integrity and institutional prerogatives. Clearly, we can’t count on that. So, I have no doubt that a smarter president can use the openings he provided and finesse them with some rhetorical continence.

Trump has shown us that the presidency with a polarized Congress is now a direct threat to American democracy. The “checks and balances” envisioned by the founders turn out to be an illusion. Future President Tom Cotton has surely taken note.

The morning after

A sad little weasel slinks back into his hole.

That rally was … something.

https://twitter.com/atrupar/status/1274510591235850242

Terra incognita

The coronavirus countdown clock is running now that the acting president’s underwhelming Tulsa rally is over. After the Trump campaign bragged that over a million people had requested tickets for his event at a venue that holds 19,000, Andrew Little, spokesperson for the Tulsa Fire Department told Forbes that only 6,200 actually attended. It appears the Trump campaign got punked by a Fort Dodge, Iowa grandmother and teen users of TikTok.

What we will be watching for over the next week or so is how many of those unmasked Trumpers and Oklahoma residents with whom they interacted contract the coronavirus. How dangerous their choice to attend was could impact how other Americans vote this fall.

Among the choices voters in most states will have to make is how to vote, meaning by what method. Five states — Colorado, Hawaii, Oregon, Utah, and Washington — hold all-mail elections. The rest offer a combination of methods. Voters may vote absentee-by-mail or in-person via early voting or on Tuesday, November 3. The particular voting machinery states and localities use is not up to the voter. Yet, amidst this deadly global pandemic, voters will need to weigh the health risks associated with each method against the chances their votes will be counted.

Already, election boards are bracing for a flood of absentee ballots and worrying about how to process them. Scrutiny by teams of examiners is involved before ballots are accepted.

While voting absentee-by-mail may decrease the chances of contracting the coronavirus, it increases the chances your vote will not count.

The Washington Post reported last month:

According to the U.S. Election Assistance Commission, of the more than 140 million votes cast in the 2016 general election, 23.7 percent were via mail. Of the roughly 33.2 million mail ballots that election administrators received and tabulated, approximately 1 percent weren’t counted. Reasons for rejection include “the signature on the ballot not matching the signature on the state’s records,” “the ballot not having a signature,” a “problem with return envelope,” or “missing the deadline.” By contrast, a third fewer ballots cast in person were rejected in 2016.

Even in states where voters have had several years’ experience in voting by mail, such as in Washington, Oregon and Colorado, mail ballots get rejected. In the 2016 election, 0.81 percent of Colorado’s mail ballots were rejected; in Oregon, 0.86 percent; and in Washington, 0.90 percent. And that doesn’t include the hundreds of thousands of ballots mailed to voters that were returned as undeliverable.

Note: “returned undeliverable” does not mean that voter did not cast a ballot by other means.

Voters this fall will have to weigh their chances of contracting a potentially lethal virus or waiting in lines so long that they may leave without voting against the one-percent chance that their mailed vote will not count.

In its review of mailed ballots in Georgia’s 2018 midterm elections, the Post found “younger voters, people of color and first-time voters” were more likely to have their mailed ballots rejected “either because of an error on the return envelope or because they arrived after Election Day.” Errors on the envelope could mean lack of a signature, lack of a witness, or the signature on the ballot envelope not matching the signature on the absentee ballot application form. Richard Salame of The Intercept examines what can go wrong with that process and the inconsistent way states train examiners to identify signatures as nonmatching.

There are ways to avoid some of the potential pitfalls. Especially the mail delivery problem. Amber McReynolds, director of elections for the City and County of Denver, found that 80 percent of voters mailed ballots in 2016 dropped them off rather than depend on the mail.

Election results come down to turnout and turnout to having a ground game. Which major party is nimble enough to mount an effective one in the middle of a pandemic remains as unclear as how many of Trump’s rallygoers will turn up sick in the next two weeks. We are in terra incognita.

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Note: The pandemic will upend standard field tactics in 2020. If enough promising “improvisations” come my way, perhaps I can issue a COVID-19 supplement.

Primal doubts and all: Tommaso (***)

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The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.

 — Federico Fellini

There are few tougher sells to moviegoers than a film that simmers in the navel-gazing angst of a creatively blocked filmmaker. Yet it has become a venerable sub-genre you can trace at least as far back as Preston Sturges’ 1941 satire Sullivan’s Travels. Joel McCrea plays a director of populist comedies who yearns to make a “meaningful” film. Racked with guilt about the comfortable bubble that his Hollywood success has afforded him and determined to learn firsthand how the other half lives, he hits the road masquerading as a penniless railroad tramp. His crash-course in “social realism” becomes more than he bargained for. What did he expect? I mean, talk about “bitching in Paradise”…am I right?

As I noted in my 2013 review of Paolo Sorrentino’s La grande bellezza (aka The Great Beauty), a drama regarding an acclaimed novelist who is weathering an existential crisis:

Sorrentino’s film left me ambivalent. Interestingly, it was very similar to the way I felt in the wake of Eat Pray Love. In my review of that film, I relayed my inability to empathize with what I referred to as the “Pottery Barn angst” on display. It’s that plaintive wail of the 1%: “I’ve got it all, and I’ve done it all and seen it all, but something’s missing…oh, the humanity!” It’s not that I don’t understand our protagonist’s belated pursuit of truth and beauty; it’s just that Sorrentino fails to make me care enough to make me want to tag long on this noble quest for 2 hours, 22 minutes.

While The Great Beauty is not about a film maker, it is nonetheless a direct descendant of Federico Fellini’s . Fellini’s 1963 drama about a creatively blocked director stewing over his next project offered a groundbreaking take on the “blocked artist” trope. With a non-linear narrative and flights of fantasy, it injected the “metaphysical” into the “meta”.

It was outrageously over-the-top and completely self-indulgent (especially for 1963), but Fellini’s film managed to strike a chord with audiences and critics. That is not an easy trick to pull off. In a 2000 retrospective on the film, Roger Ebert offered this explanation:

Fellini is a magician who discusses, reveals, explains and deconstructs his tricks, while still fooling us with them. He claims he doesn’t know what he wants or how to achieve it, and the film proves he knows exactly, and rejoices in his knowledge.

It also was (and remains) a hugely influential work. Films like Paul Mazursky’s Alex in Wonderland (1970), Francois Truffaut’s Day for Night (1973), and Woody Allen’s Stardust Memories (1980) are a few of the more notable works with strong echoes of 8½.

Writer-director Abel Ferrara’s Tommaso [now playing nationally in virtual cinemas via Kino Marquee] is the latest descendant of ; although it offers a less fanciful and decidedly more fulminating portrait of a creative artist in crisis. The film’s star (and frequent Ferrara collaborator) Willem Dafoe is certainly no stranger to inhabiting deeply troubled characters; and his “Tommaso” is (to say the least) a troubled, troubled man.

Tommaso is a 60-something American ex-pat film maker who lives in Rome with his 29 year-old Italian wife Nikki (Cristina Chiriac) and 3 year-old daughter Dee Dee (Anna Ferrara). At first glance, Tommaso leads an idyllic life; he has ingratiated himself by taking Italian lessons from a private tutor and appears to be a fixture in his neighborhood, cheerfully going about his daily errands with the unhurried countenance of a native local.

However, as we are given more time to observe Tommaso’s home life, there is increasing evidence of trouble in Paradise. Aside from the classic schisms that tend to occur in May-December relationships, Tommaso and Nikki obviously struggle with some cultural differences. Tommaso is also on edge because he is working on a storyboard for his next film (with elements that recall The Revenant) but can’t decide what he wants it to “say”.

The angst really kicks in when Tommaso attends an AA meeting. And then another, and another. While these scenes (i.e. monologues) are somewhat static and are potential deal-breakers for some viewers, they are key in communicating Tommaso’s inner turmoil.

Of course, the question becomes…do you care? Is this all just more of that “Pottery Barn angst” that I mentioned earlier? Dude…you have a beautiful young wife and an adorable little girl, you’re slumming in Rome, you’re an artist who makes his own schedule…and all you do is whinge and moan about how your life sucks, meow-meow woof-woof. Oh, please!

On the other hand, keep in mind this is an Abel Ferrara film. Historically, Ferrara does not churn out “light” fare. If you have seen China Girl, Ms .45, Bad Lieutenant, King of New York, The Addiction, The Funeral, 4:44 Last Day on Earth, et.al.-you know he is a visceral and uncompromising filmmaker. What I’m suggesting is, don’t give up on this too early; stay with it, give it some time to stew (I confess- it took me two viewings to “get there”).

The main impetus for sticking with the film (which ultimately shares more commonalities with Bernardo Bertolucci’s Last Tango in Paris and Terrence Malick’s The Tree of Life than with ) is to savor Dafoe’s carefully constructed performance. Handed the right material, he can be a force of nature; and here, Ferrara hands Dafoe precisely the right material.

Previous posts with related themes:

Mia Madre

Synecdoche, New York

All That Jazz

Top 10 movies about the movies

More reviews at Den of Cinema

Dennis Hartley


Lock him up?

Protesters chant 'Lock him up' at Flynn as he leaves courthouse ...

The Daily Beast reports Trumpie is excited:

In recent days, President Donald Trump has casually asked administration officials and close advisers if John Bolton—his former national security adviser who is releasing a new, tell-all book about working in the Trump administration—is prison-bound, three sources with knowledge of his private inquiries tell The Daily Beast.

“Do you think he’s going to go to jail for this?” Trump said, according to one of the people who’ve heard him ask this…

The president’s aides have argued that the work is filled with lies. They’ve also insisted that it’s filled with classified information, prompting a mad dash effort to stop its publication. Trump’s reaction to the allegations, including the casual pondering of imprisonment, underscores the stakes that he believes are at play. It comes as federal prosecutors are reportedly weighing criminal charges against Bolton.

Trump has wanted to jail his political enemies from the very beginning., we know that. It would be deliciously ironic if the only one to actually do time were John Bolton.

But it’s highly doubtful that this will happen unless Trump wins re-election (at which point I expect all of us to be sent to re-education camps somewhere in Death Valley.) Bolton may lose his money though and that’s something.

The enemy is the Deep State

This is unusual:

I get the sense from listening to the interminable interviews with Trump voters standing in line that they think it’s impossible that Trump will lose. They don’t fear Biden, they don’t even acknowledge him.

Their enemy is a much darker force arrayed against Trump — The Deep State which they believe encompasses everything from the local mayor’s office to Apple Computers to China and the Department of Education. They are convinced that Trump has “drained the swamp” however and is on a trajectory to win in a landslide.

This is a cult that’s focused on itself. The Democrats are considered to be evil, but essentially powerless. It’s fun to play with them and “own the libs” but they are not a serious threat.

And when you think about it, you can sort of see why they believe that. They have not shown any capability of stopping him. Sure the Republicans in Congress have been unable to dismantle the hated Obamacare and other signature Democratic achievements, but Fox News and the Grim Reaper have assured them that the judiciary is now totally in their back pocket so they don’t really have to worry about anything. (This week may have shaken that faith a little bit, but they want to believe so they will.)

Their psyches will fracture if Biden wins. But Trump is already working on that, insisting that if he loses it will be because of mail-in voter fraud. They certainly don’t believe Joe Biden can beat Dear Leader. In their eyes, he is divine.

Those who didn’t listen to Trump saved lives

Staff members at the Maryland Baptist Aged Home in West Baltimore make heart signs with their gloved hands. The oldest African-American owned and operated nursing home in the state has had no infections from coronavirus among its 30 residents and 40 employees.
Staff members at the Maryland Baptist Aged Home in West Baltimore make heart signs with their gloved hands. The oldest African-American owned and operated nursing home in the state has had no infections from coronavirus among its 30 residents and 40 employees. (Maryland Baptist Aged Home)

Zeynep Tufekci tweeted this today:

Wow. A nursing home in Baltimore, oldest African-American one, did not lose *a single person* to COVID because as soon as they heard Trump say cases would soon go to zero, they realized it was going to be a catastrophe, stopped visits and masked up.

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For contrast, a staggering 6% of all nursing home residents in New York and 12% in New Jersey died of COVID.

After they had to stop the visits to protect the residents, the nursing home director hired more staff to make sure the elderly residents had more activities within the nursing home so they wouldn’t feel as isolated. They also arranged for more social-distancing within the home.

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And now they’re allowing for distanced porch visits, the sanest way to make sure the elderly have human contact, something essential, during the pandemic. We would all be better off if Revered Derrick Dewitt ran the US pandemic response from day one.

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Another case:

Nursing home manager, Iraq vet, saw Seattle cases: started buying PPE, stopped visits. He learned of asymptomatic spread so he got staff to live at his home and in RVs next to the facility. He’s losing “a couple hundred thousand dollars” but no infections. https://wbur.org/hereandnow/2020/05/18/nursing-home-coronavirus-rvs

About 40% of US COVID losses are in nursing homes and assisted living facilities—an undercount, too. The examples above show this wasn’t inevitable. 40,000+ elderly people died, mostly alone and unable to breathe, because we didn’t have our act together. https://nbcnews.com/health/health-news/government-counts-26-000-covid-19-deaths-nursing-homes-s-n1221496

I don’t have anything to add. It’s a national horror.

And, obviously, the best thing anyone can do is do the opposite of Donald Trump.

Lest anyone thinks that perhaps that was inevitable and they were all going to die anyway as many of the Trumpies are saying, how about this:

That is heartbreaking.

I heard a couple of the experts noting yesterday that most of the new cases are among people under 50 and you just never know which of them are going to get very sick and wind up in the hospital. And they don’t know yet how much damage this disease does over the long term so even if if you get it and live, there is a possibility you won’t get your health back.

Also, people. Have a heart. You’re not just risking yourself you’re risking your friends and relatives for frivolous reasons. And if you have to go out, follow the guidelines. It’s the least any of us can do.

Just Imagine

There you are, the very center of a sea of faces. They’re all there for you, to hear you, to bask in your presence. They came from all over and they’re thousands of them screaming your name over and over, delirious with excitement.

As you look around and watch these twisted, transfigured faces, you realize with absolute certainty that two weeks from now a significant fraction of the people before you will begin dying a horrible, preventable death. Because of you! For you! Because they love you!

The intense pulse of this realization goes far beyond orgasm. You — you alone — have the power to introduce people directly to their deaths solely in order praise you.

It is a god-like power. God-like? Doesn’t God command life and death? No, you are not God-like: you are God…

If I believed that evil existed, this is what it would look like.