Day 1198, A Song for May Day Chorus: Mayday! Mayday! The country’s going down. The virus lurks; we’re out…
Day 1197, Saving Our Bacon We have to have our pork chops; we have to have our steaks. We…
Day 1196, High Dudgeon I rise in high dudgeon, protesting Mike Pence. He went to a hospital without a…
Day 1195, Press Conferences Press conference on; press conference off; press conference on again. Trump thinks exposure on TV…
Day 1194, Plague Responses When germs attack, no mystery, We learn from reading history That leaders always bungle first.…
Day 1193, Our Fig Tree Our fig tree doesn’t know there’s a pandemic in the land, Its leaves the…
Day 1192, Rugged Individuals (1) You clear your land, plow the rows, plant the seeds, and hoe the weeds,…
Day 1191, More Absurdity The latest implication from what Trump’s gut rumblings tell— If you go outside naked, it…
Day 1190, Opening Georgia The barbers down in Georgia use fruit…
Day 1189, Protesters Some Southern states seceded in the nineteenth century. They started our great Civil War, defending slavery.…