Pat Fish's Blog: 4/23/20 Notes on Pandemic 2020

I am thinking of writing a book of the great pandemic of 2020 by what is known as Corona-19.

The book would be written from an average citizen's point of view, that would me. After all, it is the average citizens who suffered the most from this event and our future descendants should be able to read how it all came down and why they must never let this happen again.

But hey, like I said, I'm just thinking about it.

For now I shall write a weekly Blog post covering the events of the prior week. I shall add the humorous political cartoons, the funny thoughts and conclusions other average citizens have posted in our weariness with it all.

I shall also include political events because even with everyone in America ready to kill their kids and loved ones, political things still go on.

Below, since I am from Maryland, a funny insert of just how folks from the land of blue crabs should measure social distance.

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I begin this endeavor well in to six months since this virus showed up in China and that wonderful and lovely country allowed, indeed even directed it, out into the rest of the world. If I write the book all of the data like this will be documented because what else do we have to do but watch what's going on from inside our lonely, solitary jails?

For now, as I ponder and live through the situation, I will just compile the events in as short, sweet and interesting way as I can.

Allow me to tell the Nancy Pelosi ice cream story and include my own anecdote regarding Ms. Nancy.

My father was a carpenter in Baltimore, local 101. Nancy's father, Thomas D'Alesandro Jr., was mayor of Baltimore. The Mayor would hire local union members to work on his house and even, insert smile here, use electricians to zap the Baltimore voting machines that they end up with the vote count he wanted. At any rate, my father would take us to Baltimore's Little Italy to help him with remodeling the mayor's house. Nancy Pelosi D'Alesandro lived there though I or my little brother hardly ever saw her. I was only about eight years old, but old enough to sweep sawdust floors and retrieve needed tools.

I remember how Nancy would come home from school and ask her mother for something. If her mother would say no, Nancy would go in and sweet talk her father for whatever she wanted. Nancy did, and still does, look EXACTLY like her father. For I remember him well and my most happy memory of him was how he would reach into his pockets and get out quarters whenever he heard the ice cream truck jangling as it rode the streets of Little Italy. Mayor D'Alesandro would give me and my brother quarters so we could buy an ice cream cone and once or twice Nancy would join us and she too would buy an ice cream.

So folks, know that you read it here first...NANCY PELOSI DOES LOVE ICE CREAM AND I WAS ONE OF THE FIRST TO SHARE IT WITH HER!!!

Ha. Here's hoping yon reader knows the story of Nancy Pelosi and her expensive refrigerator and her expensive ice cream.

Below is a picture of Nancy Pelosi when she was very young. She had been named Miss Jiffy Lube of Baltimore, or some such. Nancy's brother, who died during during the recent impeachment silliness, was also a mayor of Baltimore: Thomas D'Alesandro III.

Nancy D'Alsandro is the female in the picture below.

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So now a couple of personal notes for what they may be worth. I have been unable to get to a hairdresser and I look like I have a mop on my head and dear Lord though I am female, I am growing a beard to rival Abe Lincoln!

One of my more interesting tales of life locked up so unfairly is a recent anecdote shared with me by a friend.

It was early evening, she told me, and all of a sudden sirens....sirens, sirens everywhere, all around her home. Now she does live somewhat close to a hospital and alongside Route 1, which is a busy tourist route. She said her neighbors all came running outside, all of them as hysterical and terrified as she was.

My thought as she told her tale of the sirens was that it had been recently advertised on Facebook that upcoming would be a series of sirens from all of our county's emergency vehicles would simultaneously let out the wails of their sirens as a thank you to all the people working in the medical and other jobs considered essential during this pandemic.

Now while this was a noble and well-meant endeavor, it was stupid as shit.

I only vaguely remembered this note and my friend doesn't even use a computer so all she knew is that the world was blowing up without her. I live too far away to have heard this siren cacophony but believe me, I do live close to a major highway and had my ears been subjected to even just five minutes of this noise I might well have had a heart attack.

As of this writing it's time to open up our economy and stop with the insipid thank yous.

It is the very definition of dumb who came up with this idea.
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Below is a culture story that happened during this week and I must wonder what it's all about.

For I have used land 'o lakes butter my entire life and now I am to understand they are getting rid of their icon, the Indian maiden.

Butter Maiden Mia Isn't Racist [PHIL-OSOPHY]