Nero's Fiddle Redux.

                                                                                     

 

I can't do this anymore. 

Smugly writing cutesy blogs about inconsequential ephemera is disgustingly self-indulgent when forensic psychiatrists tell us that the mental health of the President of the most powerful nation on the planet poses a clear and present danger to the nation and to individual well being.

Trump is this century's iteration of Nero, tweeting, rather than fiddling, while his country burns with COVID 19.

I mean WTF, AMERICA?

                                                                

(Just a quick addendum before I throw myself off the nearest cliff: 
Redeeming features should always be considered before surrendering to despair.
Advice from famous philosophers often helps clarify an otherwise dire situation. 

Here are two:
1: However bad things may be, they can always get worse. (B.Clibrig)

2: Remember when you're feeling very small and insecure how amazingly unlikely is your birth, and pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space, 'cause there's bugger all down here on Earth. (M.Python)


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