Coronavirus Lockdown Journal Day 80: the dog days of bummer



7:30 a.m. at Safeway. It's hardly worth talking about it's so normal. Meat prices are up a little bit, or a lot. I took the dogs for a walk before coming in. That's pretty normal. It's basically normal except for face masks.

They even have Casa Sanchez chips!

Alas, no toilet paper, although they do have plenty of paper towels that look sort of like toilet paper.

I kind of get the feeling I might be crashing senior's hour. No one said anything and there are no signs but I was the only person under 65 shopping as far as I can tell. 

7:57 and I'm out.





Reading the headlines. So where do I stand on all this shit right now? 


Well, the mainstream media is calling out dear leader as a dictator wannabe. So that's out in the open. 


Meanwhile his base thinks he's doing a fine job. 





And then there are the rioters, looters, inciters, subterfugers, accelerationists, militarized police, macers, skull bashers, water bottle stabbers, militias, arsonists, luau bois, flash grenades, pot shotters, unmarked anonymous federal police, etc., all basically aligned on (self)destruction. 


Plus a whole hell of a lot of people who see the situation for what it is, and want change, but have a pretty good life, or at least like the neighborhood they live in, and don't want to destroy it, so are hoping for a maybe more peaceful approach. 


That's why marching felt good on Wednesday. It's getting your voice out there without totally creating chaos. Except maybe for motorists. 



Peaceful protesting might not be enough, but with the other stuff going on, whatever your judgement of it might be, marching did help me, and as a bonus, lent a calming, participatory feeling to reading the news.



File under: of course they can!

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