July 13th, 2020

Bowie3

"I've got drama, can't be stolen. Everybody knows me now."

A warm night of cicadas and katydids and frogs and crickets. No rain today. With the heat index, we made it to 95˚F, and it is currently, at 1:13 a.m., 74˚F.

No real work today. Reading. I am reading a lot.

Knowledge is supposed to be a prophylaxis against the night, is it not? Even indiscriminate knowledge?

This morning, having just read about the French bus driver who was killed by his passengers for asking that they wear masks, I was angry and I posted the following to Facebook:

We need our grandparents' generation (well, I'm speaking as a Baby Boomer). We need the guidance of people who have known privation, real privation, and who understand that wearing a goddamn mask is LITERALLY the least you can do to save the world. It's not the goddamn Great Depression. It's not going off to fight Hitler and Hirohito. It's not even ration stamps. It's not stealing your basic human rights. It's just wearing a mask. In France, a bus driver was beaten to death for asking his passengers to put on masks. That's psychotic. You want this to end? Trust in science, the ONLY hope we have, and wear a fucking mask until we have a vaccine.

Jesus might give you comfort, but he ain't gonna save your ignorant ass from Covid-19.

Oh, and Grant Imahara died today. That's two Mythbusters down, and these days I would say that Mythbusters are as good as Dragonslayers.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast




11:15 p.m.