Covid-19 Days – 83

Missed one. Skip it. Just continue on with today.

I don’t understand what the end game of the police brutality going on this week with the protesters. What happens when we all go back home? Do you expect us to be silent again? Can the police look their families and friends in the eye and know they have their respect?

In the end, when you think about the protests during President Obama’s years and compare them to the protests of Donald Trump, you see that leadership matters. A leader tries to be the best and calm things down. Donald Trump just provokes. His is a tyrant and not a president.

We know now that the police and the military is a stone throw from being the gestapo and SS. They have put lie to the fact that they protect and serve the community. They have put lie to the fact that it is just a few “bad apples.” The entire orchard is rotten to the core.

America is broken.

Covid-19 Days – 81

1989. 2020. 1987. 1991 is missing. Those are the guys who have been Gilman graduates in my family. My nephew today received his tie. Just one of the things you get when your family spends some money on an education. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be a good man. I don’t know, but I hope so.

Covid-19 Days – 80

We are in martial law. Who knew?

It was all about hippy punching to the max.

Truly has made America the worst.

Covid-19 Days – 79

The country is burning. People are upset. Cops are beating and murdering. People are rioting — it’s so much pent up frustration coming out. It didn’t have to be this way.

That’s how I thought. Except now it is this way. Donald Trump declared that ANTIFA is now a terrorist organization. The one that is anti-fascist. If you’re not anti-fascist, the you’re pro. Donald Trump is pro-fascist, and the Republicans as well. To support them, you make the deal with the devil, so that you can burn in this hell you’ve made.

They have made the country not so great.

Covid-19 Days – 78

You know I think the world is opening up again. I see signs of more activity happening. Beer gardens. Restaurants. Things moving. Are we getting back to normal? Only time will tell.

Covid-19 Days – 77

Turns out don’t store your wine above the stove. That’s what I did because I don’t really drink wine and above the stove put it way out of my way. But if one day, you make some spaghetti, and you want to drink some wine with it, you’ll find out that it went bad because you didn’t store it in a way to ensure that it will be good to drink someday. I made some terrible tasting vinegar. The spaghetti was okay.

Covid-19 Days – 76

Done for the week. I don’t think I did much. It moves slowly. It moves fast. Doesn’t matter. We’re not going to get very far.

The other day the US passed 100,000 deaths from the corona virus. We treat it like it ain’t no big thing. Like we think it’s not too small a price to pay if we can just get things back to normal. I say it’s a shame. I don’t think it should’ve happened. We don’t care so we’re gonna let it happen again this fall. We are bunch of sad sacks.

Also, I haven’t yet done my taxes. When are they due?

Covid-19 Days – 75

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. What have we here? Almost missed a day! But I just hopped out of bed to check on this blog and knew I was missing the post. Must not forget.

I think the door frame to my bedroom is not square. The door sticks to it constantly. I’m wanting to shoot someone because of it.

They are rioting in the Minneapolis. FUCK THE PO-PO.

I still hate my job.

Covid-19 Days – 74

I really didn’t feel like working today. So I barely did. Just moseyed around the source and checked a few things. Then I did some actual work in the afternoon! Not my fault. I wanted to go back to the couch after the daily standup, but there was a need for some help which I reluctantly provided. So I made my hours, but didn’t log them yet.