Aflame

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The country is on fire.

Literally and figuratively.

The Los Angeles Times headline on Sunday showed all that the climate emergency is upon us, and even climate change deniers must believe...

...we can’t really continue to live this way.

How many “storms of the century” have we lived through in the last few years.

As for the figurative burning down of the country we are being threatened by hundreds and hundreds of people gathering without any sort of precautions.

I’ve been telling guys on the job sites:

The virus doesn’t care if you do or don’t believe in it. Imagine being so arrogant that you claim that you can’t die of cancer because you think it’s fake.

Ask Herman Cain. Oh. You can’t. He thought masks were a joke. He’s dead.

We also have a flamethrower amongst us.

Trump is on tape telling Woodward how dangerous the virus was and is.

Every single one of his actions has been counter to that.

If you know and understand that the virus can kill people and you say the exact opposite...

...isn’t that criminally negligent?

As for the election?

They’re doing their best to say that it’s all illegitimate.

The guy who is getting trashed in the polls is saying he’s not leaving.

Russian collusion and interference?

Seems like it’s a strategy this time around.

When checking in on the burning fires we must also discuss the race war.

Two police officers shot in California.

Peaceful demonstrations before the NFL opener was booed by those in attendance.

The man in Oregon was killed by Federal Marshalls and it was deemed as well-deserved.

Violence in the streets.

Virus rampant.

Lies and disinformation.

Literal flames.

Who’s ready for some football???

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