The super spreader continues to infect American. He addressed a crowd of thousands on the sacred grounds of the Lakota people. While the monuments on Mount Rushmore appear impervious, several of his escorts have already tested positive. This includes Donny Jr’s girlfriend Kimberly Guilfoyle. Tonight he will assault the National Mall with a crowd even smaller than at his inauguration. https://www.nytimes.com/2020/07/03/us/politics/trump-coronavirus-mount-rushmore.html?action=click&module=Top%20Stories&pgtype=Homepage
Texas reacted with reactionary genius against the notion that lives matter more than “bidness.” We now have a fourth consecutive day of more than 7,000 cases. Since it worked so well in Charlotte and now Jacksonville, the home grown GOP is moving ahead with a convention in Houston mid-month. Elephants will be encouraged but not required to wear masks. Our medical center is the largest in the world but this should stress them to the brink. Even the Texas Medical Association has pulled its support. (I did not know they had a political agenda.) I hope the conventioneers scamper back to their troglodyte caves before coming down with symptoms.
Here in Galveston we have 46 deaths, 98 current hospitalizations and nearly 3,000 active cases. In response, protesters on the beaches are carrying signs that “Beach Lives Matter.” The masked police are watching patiently.
This is what you shall do
by Walt Whitman
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.
Leaves of Grass