26 March 2020: Daily Humor

I despise Agent Orange. He is the most insidious cancer and putrid rot.

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Isn’t this terrific? I mean, I thought this shit was airtight contained. Larry Kudlow told me so. So did trump. So did all his slobbering minions. Puh-lease. My neighbors are all sewing masks for hospital workers right now. We are one of the wealthiest countries in the world, and neighbors are going to Joann Fabric for mask-making kits to help out. Plus 81,782 cases as of several hours ago. I detest the GOP/T.

Hilarious:

This woman’s outfit alone deserves an award. She WILL survive!

This little girl cannot handle the thought of relying only on her mother’s cooking. Don’t we all just want a Nando’s, honey?!

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Kevin himself addresses the degrees of separation.

Lovely (thank you, Liz):

What the world needs now a la Berklee School of Music.

25 March 2020: Daily Humor

What this woman is NOT. Hilarious! (Thank you, Dulsi).

A fine joke, courtesy of my MIL:

Plane with 5 passengers on board: Donald Trump, Boris Johnson, Angela Merkel, The Pope and a ten-year-old boy. The plane is about to crash, and there are only 4 parachutes.

Trump says “I need one. I’m the smartest man in the USA and am needed to sort out the problems of the World!’ He takes one and jumps.

Boris says “I’m needed to sort out Britain.” He takes one and jumps.

The Pope says “I need one as the world needs the Catholic Church.” He takes one and jumps.

Angela says to the ten-year-old: "You can have the last parachute. I've lived my life, yours is only just starting."

The 10-year-old replied: "Don’t worry, there are 2 parachutes left. The smartest man in the USA took my school bag."

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thank you, Anne!

thank you, Anne!

24 March 2020: Daily Humor, not much of it

Friends, while today was not bad, I don’t have much in the way of humor for you. People are dying alone, giving birth alone, being buried largely alone, feeling alone. Two friends and I had virtual quarantinis tonight, and that was grand. While I gardened earlier, I caught up with many lovely neighbors. One is borrowing a sewing machine from another to make masks for local hospitals. My squash seeds are up, all this rain promises life and growth.

And yet, our federal leadership is an offensive joke, and I am disgusted and enraged. Citizens sewing masks? Lovely but not something that should be needed. States closing schools for the rest of this school year? If we had enough tests, that probably wouldn’t be necessary.

Then Tom and I watched Bombshell, and I am telling you that Roger Ailes can die again for all I care, and Bill O’Reilly should be miserable for life. My god, am I sick of grotesque men. WTF did Harvey Weinstein get a Covid-19 test? How did he even get it? I suspect this is some wealthy-man’s plot to stay out of the showers at Rikers.

So, all I have for you are the following. The first is totally amusing; the second is just nasty-true.

Ben Wittes of Lawfare does cabin fever. If you don’t read his and Susan Hennessey’s Lawfare blog, you should.

the tiny hands!

the tiny hands!