Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I see today that Our Betters are starting to beat the drum that we should be treating glowbull enwarmening and coronapalooza at the same time and in the same way.

By a staggering coincidence, I already happen to be doing just that thing.

Maybe not the way they’d like, but hey, at least it’s something, right?

UPDATE:  The lovely and talented Sleepy Beth drops a comment on the “Oooh, but economic lockdown is sooo wunnerful for The Environment!!” watermelon** shibboleth.  This happened to come up at dins last evening.  One of the Gels mentioned the (apparently fake) story about dolphins returning to the canals of Venice, to which another immediately replied, “Well, at least the Italians will have something to eat.”

Another Gel remarked that although the folks in India may starve to death, at least they’ll have a nice view of the Himalayas while doing so.

(Heh.  Ol’ Robbo is at least comforted that the apples did not fall very far from his tree.)

Peej O’Rourke, alas, has in the last few years completely lost his mind.  But in what I still consider to be his best book, All The Trouble In The World, he put this biznay very succinctly:  “Communists worship Satan.  Socialists believe perdition is a good system run by bad people.  And liberals think we should go to hell because it’s warm there in the winter.”


Oh, and on the subject of Lefty talking points, we were also discussing the dread Second Wave which apparently is lurking around the corner, waiting to pounce if we dare go back to making a living.  Even Mrs. R, who has been far more cautious than I about things, said. “Look, we’ll just have to man up and trust to heard immunity at that point.”


**Watermelon. Green on the outside.  Red on the inside.

UPDATE DEUX:  Did somebody in the comments mention Metro’s capacity for inconveniencing and irritating people?  Well word breaks this morning that they’re now planning to shut down the whole damn system in my neck of the woods for the entire summah, the better to move forward their revitalization plans.  That’s all well and good while we’re all still under house arrest and there are only a handful of riders, but what the blue blazes do they think will happen when we all get whistled back in to town?  Ol’ Robbo has been itching to break quarantine.  Now?  Not so much.