A poem by E. E. Cummings -- dedicated to the souls who make up Trump's COVID19 Death Toll:
From Dorothy Dawe:
My post below is highly unusual. This is the first time EVER that I have included an entire twitter thread from a single individual. In the past, I have included tweets from others here an there, but never an entire thread -- but what Steve Schmidt tweeted today MUST be read in its entirety by as many people as possible.
Do not go gentle into that good economy, warriors! Just make sure your wills are up-to-date!
From Jarvis MacKinnon III:
A few of our recent tweets about life in quarantine:
Day 30: I cleaned my vacuum cleaner. NOTE: I did not say, "I cleaned WITH my vacuum cleaner." I said, "I cleaned my vacuum cleaner."
Day 32: I cleaned the inner tub of our washing machine.
Day 35: I started to alphabetize all of the items in my fridge, but I wasn't sure if the Mt. Olive Bread & Butter Pickles should go under M, B, or P -- so I stopped. I ate a family size bag of double-stuf Oreos instead.
Day 37: @IvankaTrump would be proud of me. I just finished reading the Sumerian mythological account of "Lugalbanda in the Mountain Cave," and I've learned to play the Hornucopian dronepipe. Now I'm thinking of learning to play Mayan temple trumpets.
Day 40: I'm beyond the "what day is it?" phase. I'm in the "what meal is this?" phase.
Day 43: You remember that quip from Lady Grantham, the Dowager Countess of Downton Abbey, "What is a weekend?" Yeah. That.
Day 44: Big day today. We're going to inventory our condiments before some online shopping.
Day 49: It was a gray morning, the sort of gray you’d see in the roots of a dame who’d finally given up the battle to go with color for a more youthful look & just go gray, but you wouldn’t notice the gray because everything in this day was gray like the color of a television tuned to an off air channel. It was 8:26 a.m. & the morning held the promise that nothing would happen. All day. Nothing would happen at all. It was the first of May, but at best, felt like Maybe.
Day 51: Another day of binge watching -- the refrigerator.
Day 52: I'm experiencing symptoms of pain, numbness and tingling in my backside. I believe I'm suffering from couchal tater syndrome.
We'll post a few more on @The_Dickinson as life in quarantine continues.
For now, we have changed the names of the days of the week since no one can remember what day it is any way (the days are now Someday, Mundayne, Chooseday, Whatsday, There'saday, Fraudday, and Sadderday), we have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "My Ass so has so little to do" below on the left. Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The Grass has so little to do," below on the right, and -- as an added bonus -- we've included a new weekly planner where you can organize your daily "to do" lists in one seamless lump.
Below: To simplify your life during the 2020 global pandemic for the Trump Virus, we have provided this "Weekly To do List" where you can organize your daily "to do" lists in one seamless lump.
From Dorothy Dawe:
Early signs of pandemic trouble came with Faith Salie's, "Ladies, what are we doing about hair color?," the startling shortage of toilet paper, and the utter necessity of learning how to mute and unmute on Zoom. Then came inertia, weight gain (the "Covid 19"), and the inability to remember what day it was.
On top of all of our troubles, we have an incompetent, odious clown in the White House who did absolutely NOTHING to prepare our country for the coming pandemic. He golfed. He claimed it would "wash through" and disappear -- "like a miracle." He yipped and yapped about a "Democratic hoax" (interestingly a TEENAGER in Seattle set up a coronavirus tracking site -- HERE -- in DECEMBER 2019).
To make matters worse, Sniffy the Clown began touting miracle fixes, including hydroxychloroquine (and as a result, someone died from ingesting fish tank cleaner with chloroquine phosphate), injections of disinfectants, and bright light inside the body.
The ineptitude. The lies. The delays and the deceit. Everything about Trump and the Trump Virus called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "His Chemical predictions" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The Chemical conviction" (below on the right).
From Dorothy Dawe:
I realize that Trump preys upon the poorly educated and ill-informed, but just how stupid are those people? Don’t they see that flip-flop Donnie doesn’t just talk in circles – he talks in scribbles. First “It’s a hoax,” and then ”I always knew it would be a pandemic” to "Who could have seen this coming?" to "We got bad information." First it’s "The cure can't be worse than the the problem" to “Reopen America with packed churches on Easter,” to now ”The United States made the correct decision (to lockdown)" -- plus he's said everything in between!
Flip-Flop Donnie did NOTHING to prepare our country for what was to come.
In December 2019, a teenager in Seattle in created this site (HERE) to track the virus. Did you catch that? A TEENAGER. IN DECEMBER.
For months, though, Flip-Flop Donnie went on golfing trips and Twitter rants about the "Democratic hoax." Now he and Liddle’ Lurch Kushner are out and about touting Trump’s leadership as "a great success"? Are you kidding me?!?
We've had more deaths from COVID19 than the entire span of the twenty-year Vietnam War. Twenty-seven percent of all COVID19 deaths world-wide are from the United States -- as a direct result of Trump's apathy and inaction. That's a great success?
To top all of that, Governor Ron “We’re God’s waiting room” DeSantis is blocking Florida’s Health Department from reporting any addition COVID19 deaths. Well, I suppose if we can block all reporting of deaths, then yeah – the Trump strategery will be seen as very successful – because the truth will be buried with all the dead bodies! How fortunate – the grave will contain all of the stats!
Hmm. That reminds me of a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson, “How fortunate the grave” (below on the left). Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same opening line (below on the right).
From Emerson Nettles:
I heard two things yesterday that floored me:
1. We have had more COVID19 deaths than the total number of US fatalities in the Vietnam War. In two months time, we have had more deaths due to coronavirus than a twenty year war.
2. The US has 4 percent of the world's population (below left). However, we have 33% of the COVID19 cases as of this date (below middle), and we have 27% of all COVID19 deaths (below right).
AS OF 4/29/20
We are in this position, of course, due to Donald Trump's apathetic, neglectful and disastrous response to this global pandemic. His strategy -- and I use that word very, very loosely (I suppose I should say his "strategery") -- was to deny, deceive, delay and discredit (in the course of the pandemic, Trump has whistled a new tune over and over -- from claiming the coronavirus was a "hoax" to knowing that this would be a pandemic before anyone else knew this would be a pandemic to now blaming others for delivering incorrect and/or faulty information to him).
Then I saw something yesterday that infuriated me: our so-called Vice President visited the Mayo clinic AND REFUSED TO WEAR A FACE MASK.
First of all, the Mayo Clinic SHOULD HAVE REFUSED TO LET HIM IN!
What is it with these GROSS OLD PERVERTS (i.e., the GOP) that makes them think that they are above the law and don't have to follow rules?
GOP members refuse to honor subpoenas. They walk out on testimony during a house impeachment inquiry. They refuse to allow witnesses at a Senate trial. They refuse to cooperate with investigations, and they blatantly and regularly lie under oath. They change the rules of the Senate to approved confirmations. Trump even pardons war criminals yet fires real heroes (from Sally Yates to Captain Brett Crozier).
We are no longer a land of laws, but more and more a land of old white, rich privilege -- and nothing has epitomized that more than Mike Pence's visit to the Mayo Clinic.
Hubris, thy name is Pence.
I loved David Letterman's take on this on Howard Stern's SiriusXM radio show:
“If you’re going to the Mayo Clinic because you have COVID-19, you really have it,” Letterman said. “You’re not going up there because you like the turn-down service. And [Pence] goes up there, and he takes time off from his gig as a mannequin, and he’s walking around without a mask taunting these poor people who are bedridden and wearing a mask.”
“To me that's just taunting people who are ill,” Letterman added later. “To see that guy in his $40 suit walking through the Mayo Clinic without a mask.” More on that HERE.
The Pence debacle called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's 1853 poem "We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin's poem with the same opening line (below on the right).
Emmett Lee Dickinson is certainly regarded by scholars and historians as a visionary, and this poem is yet another example of that -- and Mike Pence absolutely fits the bill as the "Pretender" Dickinson refers to in the fourth line of the poem when he blatantly ignored his obligation to wear a mask.
Pence then answered the public outcry with the most bizarre response possible: "Since I don't have the coronavirus, I thought it'd be a good opportunity for me to be here, to be able to speak to these researchers, these incredible health care personnel, and look them in the eye and say 'thank you.'"
Really? He wanted to look workers and researchers in the eye?
What sort of face mask did he think he was supposed to wear?
Sorry, Mr. Pretender, your response is as hollow as your beliefs in science. He, like Trump, tries to "Con us o'er and o'er" (line 8 of the poem), and I for one am sick of it.
I also love Dickinson's choice of the word "Vice" in line 11 of the poem since it speaks of dishonesty and deceit -- and alludes directly to the position Pence holds.
In a tweet eventually deleted but captured in screenshots and by the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine, the Mayo Clinic wrote that it had "informed @VP of the masking policy prior to his arrival today."
Gee -- I wonder who told them to delete the tweet? I wonder if some sort of blackmail or extortion was involved. I would not be surprised at all.
From Jarvis MacKinnon III:
Donald Trump is such a clever man, huh? He is so intelligent. In fact, I would venture to say that he is a stable genius, a very stable genius.
Here's what Trump tweeted -- and then later deleted:
After he was ridiculed beyond belief, Trump deleted his tweets, and then posted this:
What's your sarcasm detector telling you? Was Trump being sarcastic? I think not. If he were, then why did he delete his original tweets? I tell you what -- my BS-detector is ticking off the charts! Off. The. Charts.
The entire affair calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Lest any doubt that he is nuts know he was mad Today" (below on the left). Dickinson's lines inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today" (below on the right).
I suppose if the Noble Committee ever does bestow a Noble Prize on Donald Trump -- it will be for sarcasm! (...and I bet your sarcasm detector is ticking off the charts again!)
From Dorothy Dawe:
In December 2019, a teenager in Washington state built this site and started tracing the spread of the coronavirus: HERE.
NOTE 1: December 2019. NOTE 2: A TEENAGER.
On January 7, 2020, The New York Times posted this story on page 13: "China Grapples With Mystery Pneumonia-Like Illness."
From CBS News: “At four o'clock in the morning on Thursday, January 9, taking second billing to a pop star's big revelation (‘Singer Justin Bieber revealed that he's been battling Lyme disease; he says that he's getting treatment’), coronavirus got its first mention on a CBS News broadcast.” Read and see CBS’s complete article HERE.
What about Donald Trump?
HE WAS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL.
Coronavirus was a hoax. It was contained. It would disappear like a miracle. It would "wash through" due to higher temperatures. “We have it totally under control,” he bragged. "It's the Democrat's latest hoax," he grumbled.
“We wasted six weeks of early warning time," said Professor Ashish Jha, head of the Harvard Global Health Institute.
Trump did nothing. His was approach was denial, deceit, and delay.
TRUMP WAS ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL.
The deaths that could have been prevented if Trump had acted reminded me of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "If I shouldn't be alive" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same first line (below on the right).
From Dorothy Dawe:
In my post from the Ides of April, “Go for the Kill” (HERE), I noted why MAGAts don’t see Trump as an imposter, a fraud, a charlatan. It’s because they are cult members – “social deviants who possess shallow and very easily manipulated mental capacity, an unhealthy if not miserable view of personal identity, disinterest in the truth, and pronounced capabilities of being controlled.”
They cannot understand that Trump’s response to the global coronavirus pandemic has been nothing but an unmitigated disaster. He ignored every warning and every briefing about the coming calamity. Instead of preparing for and managing a federal response to the crisis, he golfed and staged rallies. He told his MAGAts that the virus was a Democratic hoax. He told everyone to stay calm and it will go away -- it will just wash through in April. Then, at the onset of the crisis, he spouted his desire to see packed churches on Easter (this from the man who cannot quote even a single verse from the Bible). Now he wants to "Reopen America." He wants to put everyone back to work -- and he wants to make a killing.
The cult and the Klan members are now rallying behind their leader -- they are dying to get to get back to work (the "Who is paying for the coffins" slide was posted on Twitter by @eduboltito).
The blind devotion on the part of MAGAts calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "Not with this Cult, the Truth is Spoken" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Not with a Club, the Heart is broken" (below on the right).
Pictured below: Donald Trump with some of his closest advisors, David Koresh, Marshall Applewhite, and Jim Jones.
From Dorothy Dawe:
Today I happened to catch this tweet from @jakeslens:
"The lies fed to them" called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "It's easy to invent a Lie" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "It's easy to invent a Life" (below on the right).
@jakeslens wondered, "When will the truth about 45 come to light?" Sadly, the truth has come to light, and it's been in the light for years. The truth about trump came to light long before he descended the escalator in Trump tower in 2015 in a move that symbolized our country's descent into hell.
Have MAGAts been "duped"? Why don't MAGAts see that Trump is an imposter, a fraud, a charlatan? Because they are cult members -- social deviants who possess shallow and very easily manipulated mental capacity, an unhealthy if not miserable view of personal identity, disinterest in the truth, and pronounced capabilities of being controlled. The truth is that MAGAts will never see the truth.
Now Trump is dead set on reopening America. He had hoped to have us all packing churches on Easter Sunday, but now his deadline is May 1st. He has Princess Ivanka leading a task force to get us all back to work on May Day, the biggest holiday tied to labor movements for the communist party. Today he and Ivanka announced their recovery initiative "America Is Dying To Get Back To Work," and they want people to tweet their support and use the hashtag #GoForTheKill.
Will MAGAts buy it?
Hook, line, and sinker.
A poetry log for the Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum (above the coin-op Laundromat on Dickinson Boulevard in historic Washerst, Pennsylvania).