Anthony Fauci and Donald Trump together prove that a patient, modest, intelligent man is a better leader than a man filled with aggressive, grandiose, empty bluster.
Especially when dangers present us with a need for information instead of showmanship.
Seeing these guys together is like watching a morality play about the value of being a mature adult.
So I hit the supermarket last night because I NEEDED fresh meat. (I’m part velociraptor. 23andMe says so. I even wrote it in on the census.)
Let me tell you something — Roanokers are 100 percent diligent in maintaining the recommended six feet of distance. And on top of that, they’re STILL polite and good-natured. My neighbors are smart, classy people.
And I’m doing my best to blend in … I think they’ve mistaken me for one of their own.
I’m honored today to see The Drabble feature my short poem, “November, Blue Ridge Mountains, 1992.”
“November, Blue Ridge Mountains, 1992,” by Eric Robert Nolan
If you’re lonely and you’re not sure when quarantine begins or ends, use some extra parts to make some robot friends.
Update: People should get started on this in the not-too-distant future.
But it’s at least better than PENNY Marshall law, because that shit’s just never enforced. (Give her any rule, she’ll break it.)
If Republicans like Dan Patrick truly want to sacrifice themselves to the Coronavirus for the country, then there’s a simple way for them to prove that. They can volunteer today to provide direct care at hospitals to people who are already sick and symptomatic. If martyrdom is what they really want, then they should forgo all protective equipment, saving it for the healthcare professionals — who will be working even harder to save lives, if social distancing isn’t in place.
What are Republicans waiting for? I’m sure that the doctors could already use their help.
When the pandemic inevitably erupts further here, it will be even easier for them. They needn’t find a hospital. The dying will be easy to reach nearby.
Republicans, put your lung function where your mouth is.
Felipe Esquivel Reed / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)
Stay in The Batcave. Practice Social Bat-Distancing.
I’m honored today to see my poem “March Midnight Window” appear over at The Piker Press. You can find it at the link below. As always, I am grateful to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to join this terrific creative community!
“March Midnight Window,” by Eric Robert Nolan
This is just a quick word of thanks to all of the people working in stores and supermarkets — the cashiers and service people, along with the warehousing and supply workers. We know that your jobs can be difficult even on the average day! (Hey, I worked retail for a long time.)
Now you are on the front lines as America faces a crisis that is barely comprehensible to a lot of us. The dangers you may be facing are not lost on us.
Thank you.
It’s for everybody.
