Friday, April 24, 2020

Lysol had sex with Katie, too, mane.

My niggaz, you gotta, like, keep yo blood clean and shit, right?



Now, I make light of Trump's disinfectant injection comments, but I'm certainly not one to throw out the baby with the bathwater.  Trump has done good, and Trump is going to be here for at least part of the virus recovery.  So right now, he's our man, and he genuinely has some good points, despite a throwaway musing comment about shooting-up cleaning products.

Here we have people parsing noting that Trump's inadvertent misinformation will have to be volleyed by the media, lest someone take the comment seriously and lose his or her life.

So I get on board and say, "Do not inject yourself with cleaning product of any kind."

We just have to acknowledge that while being the most powerful politician in the free world, Trump is not a politician, and though he holds a press conference with a roomful of doctors and researchers, he is not a doctor.

I come here not to bury Trump, who, like a colossus, bestrides the republic, with us walking about to his tune beneath that massive gird. 

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