Let’s face it. Some days are better than others. Some days are better than most. And then there are those days, with apologies to Anselm, “the better of which cannot be conceived”. One such for me was last Thursday. It was sunny and warm. I taught a fun class. Our new puppy went a full day without an accident. And then, just before midnight, CNN reported Donald Trump had just tested positive for Covid 19. Some ironies are just too delicious to bear!
And then, to top it off, the next morning Kellyann Conway tested positive. Some people think God works in mysterious ways. This is nonsense. If what’s happening doesn’t make sense to us, we have no cause to attribute it to God. The proof that Trump’s comeuppance is divine justice is that it is so palpably divine in its justice! And the best part of it all was watching and listening to all the Dems and CNN anchors and commentators falling all over themselves wishing the asshole a speedy recovery, while knowing that off camera they’re high-fiving each other in uncontrollable delight.
But then … Oh yes, but then … Today, the other foot came down upon my having-just-taken-flight soul. The bastard’s going to recover. He’s going to get a sympathy bump, and he’s going to spin it and milk it for all it’s worth. How much is that? Enough to catch Biden and overtake him? Say it ain’t so, my brothers and sisters. Oh please, say it ain’t so.