War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Nutty as the world spins along — we are indeed caught in some Twilight Zone episode, flavored with a bit of Outer Limits, where I’m no longer in control of the TV. Two/three times a day, I receive e-mails from the County of Merced titled, ‘COVID-19 Notifications’, updates on the local situation with regards to…
We’re in an era of ‘you can’t make this shit up,’ shit: Background via the Guardian‘s live blog this morning: The Trump Death Clock, the real-time tracker that seeks to put a figure on the number of Americans who have died needlessly during the pandemic as a result of White House inaction, has just gone…
The entire T-Rump operation is one of lying and double-blabber (Raw Story): Story at Mediaite this evening: During Wednesday’s White House press briefing, Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany was confronted over comments she made weeks ago downplaying the threat of the coronavirus to the United States. In late February, McEnany spoke with Trish Regan — a…
Early-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, and the heat is already heating. A breeze does keep it down a bit, but only so much can be done. In the backyard again, and still nice in the shade — getting warm, though. (External Station — even mystic bamboo in the faded background). One conclusive result…
Sunday early-afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. In the backyard again, blogging to outside sounds while being outside. Realism insinuated as normal. (My plague portal, or just my laptop). A most-horrible note of this pandemic is the T-Rump — a deadly virus to handle while putting-up with a terrible asshole that is literally killing people…
Saturday afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. Pleasant day overall, breezy and not bad. Considering. Blogging in the backyard again. Outside has become a habit, a quiet influence over a mental-screaming exasperation for our dour-looking predicament, watching a world disintegrate on that laptop seen below (also off an iPad). A high vexation point is the…
Once again breezy and warm in California’s Central Valley, an afternoon on a Tuesday — I think. Blogging in the backyard again, developed a taste for the heat in the shade. Age of the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, is near-about indescribable right now away from the virus itself, face masks, the social distancing, shelter-in-place, the odd…
Another day of pestilence of the health-related kind, fueled by America’s insane predicament in the throes of a complete lunatic who is making our virus-infested Twilight Zone episode even more deadlier. The T-Rump is a danger to the planet, get him the fuck out of there. Hurdle we face, however, is reflected buried at the…
Another warm day in California’s Central Valley and once again Leroy and I dog-walked a bit on the Rascal Bike Path here in Merced. Although breezy outside the path, hot and near-still strolling along it. Summer looks close and Leroy was starting to labor some after about an hour. We need to hit the walk…
Sunny-bright near mid-day Wednesday in California’s Central Valley. A peaceful-looking expansion in a weird-reality setting. And today the start hopefully to a daily exercise in local journalism — a post on my walk with my daughter’s basset hound/greyhound mix, Leroy, through the meandering Rascal Bike Path in southeast Merced. We make the walk about every…
