Coronavirus Lockdown Journal Day 81: adios quarantine (beard)
Every winter I grow a beard, but I've never really let mine grow as long as it has during lockdown. I really liked it. Except when I needed to eat and a couple other things. But after this experience I definitely think next winter it will be straight to full growth.
But don't worry, I did take a few screencaps to capture the ongoing trends here in covid-BLM-fascism-land.
My cousin The Rock posted this graphic of humans checking off boxes in the total climate catastrophe to-do list.
Friend Mr. Brown posted this graph of how the Covid curve reacted to Easter, early protesting, and Mother's Day.
something between "this will be seating for houseless people" and "expect fast casual."
These are probably great plans laid out by well meaning people, but here's another idea: How about telling restaurants, "Go for it, just be safe" and see what they do?
Honestly, I'm surprised at both of these numbers. Because you know the hospital would bill about two grand for that outfit.
This is the very end of the march we attended Wednesday. 25 arrested for being out after curfew. (The curfew which was rescinded the next day, partly because tens of thousands of people marched.)
I had this to say about the brownshirts currently patrolling our nation's capital.
And here's what one of the generals had to say:
And here's what one of the generals had to say:
Finally, here's a poem I wrote just about four years ago, right after the last election.
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