Robert Urbanek
Platinum Member
I think about or write about things and the coronavirus makes them happen.
In 2019, when shopping at Walmart or Target, I kept stopping by the toy section to see what kind of jigsaw puzzles they had but kept putting off buying one because I didn’t have any spare table or desk space to assemble it. The following year the shelves were emptied of puzzles as putting them together became a favorite pastime of people stuck at home because of the virus.
In December 2019 I posted a “Boycott the Trump economy?” comment on a political forum:
Many voters are reportedly indifferent to the impeachment process and other grievances against Trump and will make their 2020 voting decisions on their personal welfare: I’m doing ok and will vote for Trump because the economy is doing ok.
Should liberals sabotage the economy to make that less true? By sabotage, I mean simply refusing to buy anything that is not essential to your survival: the latest smart phone, the latest vehicle, the most stylish clothes. Stay home more and don’t travel and eat out less often. All that would presumably cause a recession that would negate support for Trump.
The pandemic forced nearly everyone, willing or not, to “boycott” the economy.
I had also developed an interest in a certain kind of internet porn in which the male protests “I can’t breathe.” Later, thousands of men would rush to the hospital, complaining “I can’t breathe,” followed by all the George Floyd "I can't breathe" protests.
On February 29, 2020, I drove pass the NorthBay VacaValley Hospital, the site of the first known community-spread coronavirus case in the U.S. Wondering if the virus scare had reduced business at the hospital, I looked toward the parking lot. The lot was full, and I saw a van marked with the word “Falcon.” The falcon is my spiritual guide and its regular appearance in my life is a sign of my link to the Egyptian falcon god Re.
Is this just correlation or is some causation involved? Is there some falcon magic at work? Perhaps I am like Mickey Mouse in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice segment of Fantasia. I had willed that the dirty planet be mopped up, but the world was flooded with buckets of COVID-19. My bad. Or not. Being a god means never having to say you’re sorry.
In 2019, when shopping at Walmart or Target, I kept stopping by the toy section to see what kind of jigsaw puzzles they had but kept putting off buying one because I didn’t have any spare table or desk space to assemble it. The following year the shelves were emptied of puzzles as putting them together became a favorite pastime of people stuck at home because of the virus.
In December 2019 I posted a “Boycott the Trump economy?” comment on a political forum:
Many voters are reportedly indifferent to the impeachment process and other grievances against Trump and will make their 2020 voting decisions on their personal welfare: I’m doing ok and will vote for Trump because the economy is doing ok.
Should liberals sabotage the economy to make that less true? By sabotage, I mean simply refusing to buy anything that is not essential to your survival: the latest smart phone, the latest vehicle, the most stylish clothes. Stay home more and don’t travel and eat out less often. All that would presumably cause a recession that would negate support for Trump.
The pandemic forced nearly everyone, willing or not, to “boycott” the economy.
I had also developed an interest in a certain kind of internet porn in which the male protests “I can’t breathe.” Later, thousands of men would rush to the hospital, complaining “I can’t breathe,” followed by all the George Floyd "I can't breathe" protests.
On February 29, 2020, I drove pass the NorthBay VacaValley Hospital, the site of the first known community-spread coronavirus case in the U.S. Wondering if the virus scare had reduced business at the hospital, I looked toward the parking lot. The lot was full, and I saw a van marked with the word “Falcon.” The falcon is my spiritual guide and its regular appearance in my life is a sign of my link to the Egyptian falcon god Re.
Is this just correlation or is some causation involved? Is there some falcon magic at work? Perhaps I am like Mickey Mouse in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice segment of Fantasia. I had willed that the dirty planet be mopped up, but the world was flooded with buckets of COVID-19. My bad. Or not. Being a god means never having to say you’re sorry.