“The highly contagious novel coronavirus that has exploded into a global pandemic can remain viable and infectious in droplets in air
for hours and on surfaces, for days. And so I wonder: Is the virus capable of translocation by wafting, into … the air?”
“Is the virus capable of translocation by wafting up into the air? And up from there to even higher elevations? A coronavirus, novel
remains viable and infectious in droplets in air for hours. I wonder: May a cough or a sneeze, launch, missiles … viral?”
There is no reason not to bail out everyone. No moral hazard argument you’d be incentivizing bad behavior — Businesses
— and consumers aren’t responsible for this mess. The cost, doesn’t matter. It’s for the American, consumer. And for American, business.”
“Business isn’t responsible for this mess. Much less the consumer. I, on the contrary, far from blameless, may, by the Democrats be blamed.
Got to cut a check to everyone. And keep them for months, distractedly, entertained enough, to @JoeBiden … blame.”
“Got to cut a check to everyone. Got to keep everyone distractedly entertained, for months. Entertained enough to blame
Hunter’s Joe Biden for endemic corruption in Ukraine, if not, for the virus. Convinced by my insistence that, Joe Biden’s … to blame.”
“Joe Biden’s to blame for the corruption in Ukraine. And the hysteria in Italy. Got to cut millions of checks. One, for each, stir crazy,
American. I’ve got to keep everyone, distractedly entertained, for months. And keep myself from going … stir crazy.”
“But how? How on Earth might I keep myself, not to mention the entire country from going stir crazy Joe Biden’s to blame for corruption
in Ukraine. And the hysteria in Italy. Got to cut millions of checks. Got to get them to, each stir crazy … American.”
“Unprecedented; days like these; with the spread of Covid-19 threatening our health care system, our economy and our way of life.
How we respond may well determine how much longer we may hang on, or turn, on a dime. I’ll show ye how to turn, towards life.”
“How we respond may well determine how much longer we may hang on, or turn, on a dime. I’ll show ye how to turn, towards life.
Unprecedented; days like these; with the spread of Covid-19 threatening our health care systems, economies and our way, of life.”
“@Facebook @Google @LinkedIn @Microsoft @Reddit @Twitter and @YouTube say they are working closely together on COVID-19,
response efforts. And it may be, ironically, that the catalyst to responding to climate and migratory changes, may be in … COVID-19.”
“An existential threat is posed by COVID-19. I have spun it into a tale of microbes and men, and aliens legal, and illegal. Really
real, only surreally. For what is surrealism if not, an altered reality? Yours, different from mine unless it isn’t, really.”
“For what is surrealism, if not, an altered reality? Yours, different from mine, unless it isn’t, actually. The threat posed by COVID-19
I’ve spun into a tale of microbes and men and aliens, legal, and illegal. And borders surreal overrun by … COVID-19.”
“Two major factors fuel this pandemic in US; that people with no symptoms can easily spread the virus; and problems with testing,
in US. It’s critical. Everyone: Even those who don’t feel sick; stay at least 6 feet from others and avoid social gatherings.”
“I cynically prayed: God help us. And let not new cases ever number in the thousands, daily. And send me some panaceas or opium
or opioid prescription. And just like that an FDA-approved hydroxychloroquine fell into my lap, as if manna from, high Heavens.”
“I prayed. And just like that an FDA-approved drug fell into my lap, as if manna, from Heaven. ‘As if’; that’s when what’s happening
may be, not real, but surreal. It’s hard to tell what’s really happening. But it doesn’t bode well that we’re not testing.”
“It doesn’t bode well that we’re way behind in testing. It’s hard to tell what’s happening when carrier citizens walk about freely,
sadly, foolishly oblivious to the proximity of death. Indeed I fear what death may do, to my presidency … and my, legacy.”
“Just a little social distancing between our rapacious, rapist and drug smuggling Mexican brothers, and US; very similar, actually, to
what’s agreed to, on the northern, border. Critical is social distancing and isolation, between the borders, of the two.”
“Worst-case scenario: 1.1 million deaths. That model envisions an overwhelming of the system. Doctors agonizing over who
—ventilates and who — dies. Some doctors dying, alongside, their patients. Still, I share the people’s confidence in me as does, WHO.”
“Breaking; California just went into lockdown. We’re living in a global public health crisis moving too rapidly. We’ve got to, lockdown.
Lockdown the nation! Medical and financial systems are folding, like the houses of cards, they are. Lock … her down!”
“California just went into lockdown. We’re living in a global public health crisis, moving, way too rapidly. The nation, most regrettably,
I’ll have to, lockdown. Our houses of cards, are folding. Still, Vladimir and I see in the virus, great opportunity.”
“Where have you been? With whom have you been in contact? Lest we forget whilst we are overwhelmed by a novel coronavirus microbe
matters of life and death go on, unabated. Human migration and climate change, go on, no matter, the coronavirus … microbe.”
“My fellow Americans: As I lay me down to tweet, do as I say. Be like me. Don’t worry. Be happy. Everything’s going to be, alright.
Everything’s going to be, alright, even if we lose sight of one another for a year or so. Even so, it’s gonna be, alright.”
“Everything’s gonna be, alright. Even if sight of one another, we lose. Even if in sacrifice, we sacrifice, community. Take my hand.
Everything’s gonna be, alright. Life goes on. And if in town … come to the rally. Jostle … with the crowd. And shake … my hand.”
“Gone are the rope lines, selfies with supporters and entourages of traveling press. Replaced, for now, with new digital, words:
tele-town halls, virtual fundraisers and livestreamed speeches. But I can’t imagine a full life without hearing, my own words.
“Which patients get beds. And ventilators. Which patients, die. Like clockwork … cycles of denial … devastation and a shared
community response, belated, followed by inevitably, mutual, finger-pointing as blame is apportioned. To each … their share.”
“Alternatively, fortunate it has been that this virus thing got out of control. So it came from China. So what? I know President Xi. He’s
done right by his people. I know he’s learning even as I tweet … he’s got billions of brothers who aren’t, Chinese.”
“Facebook Google LinkedIn Microsoft Reddit Twitter and YouTube say they are working closely together on COVID-19,
response efforts. And it may be, uber ironic if a catalyst to responding to climatic and migratory changes, were to be found in … COVID-19.”
“About 75 million residents of Connecticut, Illinois, New York and California have been directed to sequester. Only essential workers
may be away from their homes. Social distancing measures not emulated by me essentially, to keep working … the workers.”
“I’m battling an outbreak of a new coronavirus called COVID-19. It started in China and has been spreading around the globe, killing
thousands. WHO says it’s now, pandemic. Still, I dither about locking down the country, because of the election, upcoming.”
“I’m battling the novel virus and COVID-19, the disease, caused. I don’t rush to judgment. I’m presidential. WHO says it’s now,
pandemic. Still, I dither about locking down the country and tanking the markets. After all … I’m our wartime president, now.”
“Rapidly arising levels of infection and illness have begun to overwhelm health care systems. Testing’s restricted to health care
workers and people who are, hospitalized. They say the battle to contain the virus, is lost. And they say that, I don’t care.”
“They say that I don’t care. But I do care. Of course, I care about the pandemic and it’s ravaging effect on the economy and on our society,
generally. It’s not that I don’t care about anyone, but me; it’s just that I care, even more, about my presidency.”
“Throwing cash at societal problems; that’s been the oft problematic behavior of the Democratic Party. Hardly, Republican. Lately
tho, Cotton’s at the heart of the economic stabilization package, whose price tag is swelling, beyond $1 trillion … lately.”
“Although there was no reason to believe that the Pences had been exposed, given his unique position, they were tested, anyway.
The Pences know, by the way, that this first test may be the first test of many. Ditto, me. Thanks to me; in part … anyway.”
“WHO says Russia’s doing well. But WHO knows that that’s just for the moment, tho. For WHO knows President — Vladimir Putin
— has 36,540 people who are being monitored for infection. And Vladimir Putin knows he can’t make fiction — of this … nonfiction.”
“Vlad, knows. Indeed he’s painfully aware that there’s no amount of plausible deniability nor sovereign immunity to dismiss as a fabrication
of his enemies, a coronaviral, stigma. It’s a virus that takes pains, not to discriminate between … its victims.”
“We of the Cabal: Vlad, Xi, Kim, Mo and me, note, with alarm: The microbe only seems to take pains not to discriminate between us;
evidencing it’s not an intelligent, extraterrestrial invader come to conquer but be a teacher in playing the villain for us.”
“Only surreally real must feel every man woman and child on the planet.
Knowing this was coming, we did nothing. Not until @GretaThunberg
happened along. Playing the microbial villain for us is the coronavirus. And the heroic, heroine is Greta Thunberg.”
“The unemployment rate may be 30 percent come April and June due to mass layoffs; worse than what occurred during the Great
Depression. No supplies for our responders. Still, my chances of re-election to a second term seem, implausibly, incredibly, great.”
“Chilling; Fauci’s telling somewhat fuzzy, choice of words; specifically the certainty of the outbreak clashing … with the clearly
uncertain mitigation issues he says may go a long way to prevent us from becoming, an Italy. A fuzzy choice of words, clearly.”
“My condolences to Italy. Who imagined a second Vesuvius in a coronavirus and that the bad luck of the Ides of March this year comes
with an extension beyond China and Italy to the world? Beware, Urantia (Earth): The coronavirus, with a vengeance, comes.”
“Beware Urantia (Earth): The coronavirus, with a vengeance — cometh. And the virus may run roughshod, overrunning, nations.
With a vengeance, it seemingly, cometh. But I naysay those who say the coronavirus may overrun President Vladimir Putin’s, nations.”
“My grandiloquence, actually, my eloquence in the art of language may be, in part, what may make, compelling, my MAYDAYS.
MAYDAYS aims to infect everyone with a medicinal art, in the holistic, tradition. Poetry. An essential part, of a well-balanced, day.”
“Can my campaign for re-election be revived when so much is so suddenly going, so wrong? I won’t accept any reality, at any time,
not in my best interests. For the moment I’ll just deny the possibility of jobless claims into the millions, buying … time.”
“Time; except for me, it waits for no man. But denying the possibility of millions of sure fire, jobless claims won’t buy me, very much time.
Still, the hero of Vietnam’s Bone Spur Ridge, won’t need much time to beat the virus, to a calypso beat, in time.”
“Most folks overcome the illness; unless they’re older; or have an underlying condition. Like my brother Art, from Puerto Rico. Iris’
brother is a mess. Arthur shan’t survive contact with it, if he contracts it. Rest in peace … dear brother … of Iris.”
“Rest in peace Arthur, dear brother, of Iris. Most folks overcome the illness; unless they’re older or have an underlying condition. Like my misfit
brother Art. Iris’ brother’s a mess. Art shan’t survive contracting the virus if he contracts an infection.”
“Art shan’t survive contracting the virus if he contracts an infection. Rest in peace Arthur, dear brother, of Iris. Most overcome it unless
they’re older or have an underlying condition. Like my misfit brother Arthur: Iris’ brother. He’s … a real mess.”
“The disease is spreading because many people especially our young people are not abiding by my wise guidance to stay home.
Seriously; practice, social distancing. There are not enough people taking this seriously. Please … everyone: Please … go home!”
“It took 67 days from the first reported case to reach the first 100,000 cases; eleven days for the second 100,000 and just four days for the third 100,000, WHO says.
Over 367,000 people have been diagnosed. And the pandemic is accelerating … WHO says.”
“We’ll see. I can do two things at once. Multi-tasking, I call it. We’re not going let a simple medical problem, microbial, turn into — too
long a treatment and financial problems, long, lasting. I’m not looking at locking down months, I can tell ye, too.”
“Some say social distancing is vital to slowing the spread of the virus which has already infected more than 40,000 people in US. I say
that the shock to the economy could hurt the country more than deaths from the virus. What … pray tell — do ye — say?”
“Consider @TeamJoe for @JoeBiden made to order platforms. Useful, generally but especially useful, now. It’s no pulpit, bully, surely
but it might be helpful going forward, towards the comeuppance, richly deserved of a habitual, some say, criminal, bully.”
“Useful generally but especially useful now. Now with the coronavirus front and center and climate change and human migration
abreast of the microbe on either side. @JoeBiden: Ye are in need of an additional platform to stand upon; one for all, Americans.”
“This emergency I’ve declared must not drag on for even one month, longer. My own health professionals warn that viruses predictably,
quickly, spread. But I’m, the chosen one. I know what to do; when to do it; and how to do it, safely … and effectively.”
“Dr. Fauci has grown bolder in correcting the my falsehoods and overly rosy statements about the spread of the coronavirus the past
two weeks and he has become a hero to my critics. My patience wears thin. Not even one week more, may my patience … last.”
“Over the past 24 hours 85 percent of new cases have been in Europe and the United States; 40 percent were in the United States.
Britain’s Boris, resisted locking down Britain, but changed his mind. Modi’s locked down India. Not tho … the United States.”
“The United States is a harbinger for the rest of the planet. Just look at us today. Where we are today, you will be in four, five or six weeks,
time. Take a long hard look at where the United States is today. ‘Tis where ye may very well be, in six weeks.”
“Consider Urantians, predestination. Consider the purpose predestination serves in administration of His seven Universes.
Septuplet Universes comprise the vast Kingdom of our Almighty Creator. Consider, dear lector, the predestination I consider in verse.”
“Shutdowns and school closures will slow the virus’ spread but when lifted, we’ll be right back where we started. Hospitals shall be
overwhelmed. Get thee to a grocery. There has already been too much community spread to prevent this tragic inevitability.”
“Volatile am I, to be sure. Recklessly impetuous and indecisive, I alternate between the two. But volatility, no matter how sliced, remains, volatile.
Penny wise and pound foolish are the businessmen on Wall Street and President Me, at the White House, so volatile.”
“Italian doctors have begun rationing care, making heart-wrenching decisions about who gets treatment and who is left — to die.
Obituaries are running, dozens of pages in the local, nrwspapers. Piles of coffins, stacked, in parking lots, for those, just left … to die.”
Obituaries are running dozens of pages in the local newspapers. And with piles of coffins stacked in parking lots for those left to die,
Italian doctors have begun rationing care; making decisions about who gets treatment … and who … is just left … to die.”
“Who gets treatment? Who’s just left to die? Rationing care; making heart wrenching decisions about goes on who living and who
dies. Too many for the crematory to burn. What’s happening in Italy won’t happen here. I just won’t do what WHO recommends I do.”
“If I get lucky with a virus, it won’t matter who the Democrats run against me. I admit I’m concerned that the Democratic nominees be
@NYGovCuomo and his long time friend @JoeBiden. Those two might well be … most formidable. They indeed do … worry me.”
“Especially @NYGovCuomo. @JoeBiden has been the good soldier. He’ll head the ticket, eventually. Those two might well be,
formidable. They do worry me. Not no such, Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo. Everyone’s tired of my tired apprentice act. Everyone’s tired of me.”
“Everyone’s tired of my tired, apprentice act. And @JoeBiden’s been the good soldier. He shall head the ticket, eventually. Those two
might well be, formidable. They do, worry me. Not Vlad, Xi, Kim and Mo, tho. Tired of my shtick, they back … those two.”
“A refrigerated truck outside Elmhurst Hospital in Queens stores the bodies of the dead. On Tuesday alone, 13 died there.
Queens accounts for 30 percent of New York City’s confirmed coronavirus cases. More than any borough; far more, than its fair, share.”
“To pen an epic, tragically compelling and funny, at once. Such is my MAYDAYS. A history of Earth. And my birthplace Queens, like me,
for the moment, is at the epicenter of the epicenter. Poetry in motion, am I. Nobody moves and nobody writes … like me.”
“@antonioguterres: This is war. To win we’ll need a war-like, wartime, plan. To figure out how to surround and defeat an enemy,
already us, surrounding. In soirée last night I turned to my Carthaginian General Hannibal and my Chinese Sun Tsu, to help, me.”
“In soirée last night I turned to my Carthaginian General Hannibal and my Chinese General Sun Tsu to help me. This is war. To win we’ll need war-like wartime plans.
To surround and defeat an enemy already surrounding us, we’ll need an extraordinary, plan.”
“In soirée last night, I turned to Generals Sun Tsu and Hannibal. And their extraordinary advice was carpe diem. Seize today,
the day. They certainly won’t be expecting to be surrounded, when it’s ye, who are surrounded. Carpe … diem. Seize … the day.”
“What a difference a day may make. What a difference makes, passage, of time. Patients later than these won’t feel as lucky as these.
These may make antibodies and recover. Not so for those I have destined to be sickened … later, in time … than these.”
“Many already have I destined, to nightmarish ends, scarcely imaginable a month or even a week ago. What a difference a day
— may make. What a difference makes, passage, of time. Patients after these, are flat out of luck. We’re in, disaster mode, today.”
“We’re in disaster mode It’s just that I act like I don’t know it yet. I know tho that we may well be tanking, in more ways than just one. I lie,
easily But there aren’t enough lies on the whole of the Earth, that will save anyone who didn’t need, to die.”
“We’re in disaster mode. I just act like, I don’t know it yet. I know tho that we may well be tanking in more ways than just — one. I lie
— easily. But there aren’t enough lies on the whole of the Earth (Urantia) that will save anyone who needn’t so, die.”
“I lie easily. Not glibly; sloppily, actually. But there haven’t been enough lies on the tip of my wicked tongue that might lessen the grief
and the anger at losing, all at once, loved ones and jobs and a way of life for a life of unprecedented … grief.“
“Chaotic. My administration is chaotic. Time heals not all wounds, equally; and not all men are equally created, no matter what laws say.
What have ye done for me … lately? Will two trillion be enough and … in time? Will Republicans … stand by me? No … I’d say.”
“What have ye done for me lately? Two trillion might have been enough. It might have been in time. Will Republicans stand by me? No
way, no matter what I say. Mark my words. By next week my star will be shot. No matter what they may dutifully say, I know.”
“The outbreak that’s overwhelmed New York City hospitals in recent days is just the first in a wave of local outbreaks happening,
nationally as per CDC models; striking our cities, especially in coming weeks. What’s happening, mirroring, what’s happening.”
“Greater than The Art of The Deal, MAYDAYS may be. And I say ‘may be’ only because I’m humble. As a news flash flashes before me
informing me we already have the most cases, I see the handwriting on a wall, I once upon a time, might have built, surreally.”
“Greater than The Art of The Deal, I’d started to tweet last tweet MAYDAYS may be, making a splash, when I was reminded by a news
flash of our sudden surge into the lead among, infected, nations. And I see handwriting on walls and even on my … @FoxNews.”
“I see handwriting on walls and I hear things. And I see dead people, not on TV, all around me. White-robed ones seem friendly; less so
the hospital-gowned ones; although they reach toward me as if to shake my hand my Secret Service guys, won’t let me go.”
“In nightmares I’ve been having, zombie-like, hospital-gowned ones, reach toward me as if to shake my hand then suddenly lunge at me,
not wanting not to let go of me. With mouths wide open, as if wailing, I hear no sound from them, but they seem, unhappy.”
“So experts dispute my claim that an economic downturn would be more deadly than a pandemic. So — what? I dare say
— who cares? Anyway, from the looks of things we’re getting both, anyway. And who pray tell, elected ye the president of US like me, anyway?”
“People are dying. And with each day that passes I dare think to myself, tho I dare not publicly say, that the community spread virus
is both terrifying and terrifyingly, inevitable. Far more terrifying tho, is that I am still … the President … of US.”
“Sad. Sad to see the televangelist-in-chief leader of the free world offer a hazy tale of a miraculous cure. Offering hope so cynically
ought be considered an abuse of power. Fodder for an impeachment in the future against me. But @Scotus, may protect me.”
“As the televangelist-in-chief of US and a really smart and rich guy, I have access to miraculous, cures. I’ve acquired, corruptly
— coronavirus, test kits. One of my duties is to offer ye hope. I suggest all encourage @JoeBiden to tap @NYGovCuomo for VP.”
“@JoeBiden ought tap @NYGovCuomo for VP. As huckster-in-chief and a really, powerful guy I, also as well — the motion — second.
Why now? To offer hope, tying up plot lines at the end of my MAYDAYS, ending internecine conflict … in cosmic … nano-seconds.”
“To offer hope to humanity, please do, not as I do but rather, as I say. Take a moment to visit with my brother Arthur — at WordPress
— Art fears he’s not long for the world. He’d appreciate it if ye’d visit at, chachomanopapa.wordpress.com Defeat, the virus.”
“The economy is in deep recession; echoing the Great Depression in the way it has devastated our once great businesses
— triggering — mass layoffs; threatening to set off chain reaction bankruptcies; losses for companies large and small, bad for business.”
“Curiously, in this Chinese year of the rat, it appears that the Italian Ides of March, has been extended, into the rest of the year
of — this year. Astonishing irony — purposeful — seemingly. How could it not be purposeful that all of this happen this year.”
“Evidence of intelligent, design. It’s evident, everywhere. How could it not be purposeful, that all of this is happening — in the year
2020, year of our Lord? In 2020, I say to all of ye: President Me, this year, even more, than the virus … ye need fear.”
“Unemployment. Death. The scale of the devastation wrought to the economy and the national psyche is now, clear. Millions of US
filed for unemployment. The jobless may file for unemployment, but if already dead, ye can’t file for unemployment … from US.”
“There is a disconnection between me and the governors and mayors. They beg folks to stay home, even as I hope the economy will be raring
to go by Easter. Socially distant, President Me gives lip service only. The governors and mayors, he is … ignoring.”
One month after predicting we were but days away from being near zero in coronavirus cases I have, in recent days increasingly tried,
shifting the blame to state and local leaders as the spread tops more than 100,000 cases nationwide. 1,500 … have died.”
“As is my wont, in recent days, I’ve tried to shift the blame to state and local leaders as the case count now, nationwide, tops more
than 100,000. In 1,500 cases, the patients have died. Many more in store, has the coronaviral, Covid-19. Many, many more.”
“I felt it was pandemic long before it was called pandemic. And albeit I have minimized the pandemic’s effect on my United States,
verily, I don’t lie. It’s all just … truthful, hyperbole. I resent the insinuation that I’d lie for … the United States.”
“When will things return to normal?
The answer is simple, if not, satisfying: when enough of the population is resistant to the air
borne Covid-19 to stunt spread from person to person. That’s the end goal. No one knows how long it may take, to get there.”
“The virus presents an opportunity. An opportunity for a new normal. And Vlad and his guys and I would indeed, most happily,
take ye there. There is where ye physically are already but metaphysically, ye’ll have to move a long way to get ye some normalcy.”
“I present to ye — opportunity — opportunity in the calamity that is this novel, virus. ‘Tis opportunity for a novel, normal. And a novel,
novel, It’s Robert Frost approved fiction, nonfictional. 280 character tweets, serially, linked into a novel, novel.”
“Fiction, seemingly nonfictional. Tweets, 280 characters long, serially linked into Grecian, poetry, epic. Tragic. And comic. And ironic.
Ironic, is the story of the wise man, who, deeming himself … wise … names himself … Homo sapiens … and then … disproves, it.”
“The sickened, often, still can’t get done the testing that might have saved them had it been done, on time. Whether or not fair,
where doctor’s orders consign the critically to palliative care — to death, they might, resign; and to, its palliative, care.”
“Everyone knows flus kill more Americans every year than Covid-19 has, so far this year. Some panicked residents of my New York,
fled the city before an order that might trap them in the epicenter. Confusion leads to panic. And there is panic in … New York.”
“Panic not, New York. Follow, my lead. And don’t worry. Just be happy if it seems that I’m just making it up, as I go along. And, ironically,
because I see in calamity, opportunity … I am tagging, by this tweet … the Nobel, Committees.
cc: @NobelPrize
“Public health experts warned that flirting with the idea of a travel ban for one of the most populated parts of the country was too
likely to backfire, causing residents to flee being stuck, potentially, dreadfully, taking the virus along with them, too.”
“Reconsidering, I flip-flopped; judiciousness, being, one of my great, attributes. Dreadful would have been, microbial hitchhikers,
hitching a ride with the City’s citizens; fleeing, the germaphobic leader of US. A bad idea, I’m flip-flopping, on Twitter.”
“Mixed messaging; a common tactic in Earthly interpersonal, relations. I only appear to be abruptly abandoning the proposal I on
no notice proposed, Saturday morning and backtracked on, hours later. I’m incompetent in planting tactical … misinformation.”
“I suggest Trumpian, relief. Let’s create the special purpose vehicle the African ministers have already, previously, requested. One in
which sequestered interest payments on sovereign bonds, support, African nations, regardless of their limited, incomes.”
“Meanwhile back in America, deaths from Covid-19 may reach 200,000 as New York, New Orleans and other cities warned, soon,
they’d run out of medical supplies. And soon; all too soon may my support in the Congress, like a virus, in warm weather … swoon.”
200,000 to die. But I am a wise man. The very wisest, some say. Even as New York, New Orleans and others, run out of supplies,
my support in the Congress, like a springtime virus may swoon too soon if it’s by my antiheroic role, that … I, myself, belie.”
“My support in the Congress, like a springtime virus, swoons too soon if it is by my antiheroic role, that I, myself, belie. 200,000 to die,
they say. But I am a wise man. The very wisest, some say. Even as the cities, run out of supplies, Even as, I lie.”
“‘Tis Easter week. The week we’ll be striking a balance between social distancing measures and measures taken to restart and grow again
the economy of the nation. The week we’ll be, flattening, the curve. The week I’ll prove to be, uniquely, inept, again.”
“‘Tis Easter Sunday week. The week we’ll be striking a balance between social distancing measures and measures taken to grow once
again the nation’s economy. The week we’ll be flattening the curve. The week I’ll prove to be prescient and clueless at once.”
“Millions of Christians tuned into online church services on Sunday in lieu of attending their usual places of worship. In some places,
clerics kept the doors of some of their places of worship, open. Wise is the man … worshipping, in online … places.”
“Wise is the man worshipping in a crisis like this one in online places. Millions of Christians tuned into online church services on Sunday,
in lieu of attending their usual places of worship. In some places tho, clerics kept their doors, open … Sunday.”
“In too many places too many folks flaunted for reasons sundry, Sunday social distancing measures. Distancing measures intended to
— protect. Measures I’m extending in this year of the rat and an Ides of March extended, through the month of April … too.”
“The timing; the timing of The Creator Author of this foreordained tragi-comedy in this year of the rat and an Ides of March by leap year,
extended. I extend through the month of April the social distancing measures I top-secretly feel may last for years.”
“Impeccable the timing of The Creator Author of this foreordained, tragi-comedy in the year of the rat, by a leap year, extending, this year,
the Ides of March. I extend through April the social distancing measures I top-secretly know, may last for years.”
“Beginning this week hospitals reach their max capacities, cases rise exponentially and ventilators and beds become, invaluable.
Models project April will be a hellish public health catastrophe unlike any other, ever before. Still, I see for me … Nobel.”
“What a difference a week makes.
Last week’s pie in the sky, happy talk having given way less to hard facts than to body
bags. Today, Sunday, I’m singing a brand new, tune. What a difference a week makes. And the sight of really dead, cadaverous, bodies.”
“What a difference, indeed, makes, time. Last week’s pie in the sky, happy talk having given way less to — hard facts than to — bodies,
black-clad. It’s a brave new world, out there we’ll be living in, a while. Keep your distance from one another and me.”
“More and more, with each passing year, it seems that it’s a brave, new world, out there, we’ll be living in, a while. Keep your distance from
one another and me. What a difference indeed, makes time. Last week’s pie in the sky happy talk, done … gone.”
“But is it a brave new world, really? Or the same, cowardly old world, cowering ever more, more, unseemly. Cowering now from an
invisible foe. A foe that has him completely surrounded and has him moreover wondering, what on Urantia (Earth), just happened?”
“What just happened? And why is this happening? And what is going to happen to my children? I feel powerless to protect them
and helpless to help them confront this brave new world they’re inheriting from me and that I just can’t begin to explain to them.”
“What say ye to the children? Begin by saying that unfair as it is it is what it is. The forbears of the children, bad stewards of Urantia
(Earth) have been. Call on technology’s algorithms and artificial intelligence. For paradigm … shifts, on Urantia.”
“Conflicts of interest, malfeasance and corruption taint and give a bad name to, bad, governance. What say ye, to the children? Begin
by telling them that — unfair as it is — it is what it is. With the forbears of the children, the bad stewards … begin.”
“Begin with bad stewardship of a planet, entrusted. Conflicts of interest, malfeasance and corruption taint and give a really bad
name to, bad governance. As bad as it, bad governance suddenly is, the least of our problems. We got a virus … really, bad.”
“We got a virus. We got it, bad. We got other, bad problems, too. But as bad as it, bad governance is just one of our problems.
Ironically, if we but flip a switch, we might well a paradigm … shift. Just flipping a switch, may resolve, all our problems.”
“I declare that if but 100-200 thousand Americans die from the virus then I will have done for ye, a good job. A job well done — I
will have done if I can defeat the coronaviral microbe before it gets done infecting us; causing us, perhaps, maybe, to die.“
“I would lie to ye if I told ye that I failed to see in the virus an opportunity for change so transformational, a paradigm shift,
it’s tantamount to. Witness Vlad sending medical supplies to US, to help US survive, Covid-19; beginning, a paradigm shift.”
“This is going to be a rough, two-week period. A very, very painful, two weeks. And they’ll hurt me — believe ye, me — this, time
— around; unlike, the last time. It’s painful; and hurtful; to have all your loved ones all dying on me … at the same time.”
“I leveled today with ye Americans; on one level; I warned ye to brace yourselves for a rough, two-week, period. On another level, I
lied once again to ye. Verily, I easily, lie. And He works, mysteriously. That’s why MAYDAYS’, lying … chosen one, am I.”
“Preview 2020’s Nobel-winning, MAYDAYS, Arthur’s serial tweets, ghostwritten by me. Unlike Art I have, in a bully pulpit, a platform.
It is the platform, Art lacks. And I’ve agreed to trumpet MAYDAYS because I have in that pulpit a self-serving, platform.”
“In Africa and India, men like flys, shall drop. Africans, Indians and Americans all dying on me; and all, concurrently, at the same time.
India’s locked down; Africa’s on alert. Everybody knows, we’re on notice, about the imperative shift, of a paradigm.”
“Actually, too few believe we are on any such notice about the shifting of any paradigm. If ye indeed believe that, then, ye are a fool’s,
fool. In Africa and India, men like flys, shall drop. Africans, Indians and Americans — all, dying on me — the fool.”
THE WINE AND CHEESE MIRACLES 