Nobody Likes Me, Everybody Hates Me

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I’ll go eat worms!
Long thin slimy ones,
Short fat fuzzy ones,
Ooey gooey gooey gooey worms!

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm!
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Ooey gooey gooey gooey worms!

I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice,
And throw the skins away!
Nobody knows how fat I grow,
On worms three times a day!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I’ll go eat worms!
Long thin slimy ones,
Short fat fuzzy ones,
Ooey gooey gooey gooey worms!

(That’s how I remember it, but there are tons of variations of it available online!)

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It’s a fun little children’s song, one that I used to teach preschoolers a bazillion years ago in the 1980s.

Coincidentally, it’s also a tune that the sad, bloating, orange white man in the White House is singing a lot lately in regards to his handling of the Covid-19 pandemic here in the United States and its effects around the world. 

This from CNN:  "Nobody likes me," he said, confounded at how his administration's health experts could be receiving accolades while he is accused of ignoring and denying the raging public health crisis.

"It can only be my personality," Trump said, "that's all." 

And do you think that even for a second there was any self reflection?  Of course not.

Far from a mere difference of "personality," the examples of "nobody liking" Trump this week suggested a President actively isolating himself in his own bubble of conspiracy theories and questionable science, with fewer and fewer people willing to step inside to join him.

Speaking Thursday, July 30, 2020, Trump appeared resigned to the fact that coronavirus case counts will continue spiking, and said it's probably not anyone's fault, least of all his.

"That's just the way it is," he said. 

Sure.  Why should he take any responsibility for it?  It was ALL Obama’s fault.  And ALL China’s fault.  And ALL those liberal, do-nothing Democrat’s fault.  Darn them-there-people. 

Failing in the national and local polls across the board, he even floating the idea of delaying the November 3^rd election in order to avoid, “… wide spread voter fraud and potentially counterfeit ballots.  Millions and millions of them. Who’s signing them?  Where are they coming from?”  Un-effing-believable. 

One of the major problems with that strategy, if you can call it that, is that most Republicans on the ballot this year are pushing for vote-by-mail or absentee ballots amid the Covid-19 pandemic crisis.  That conspiracy theory is putting his own constituents, other Republicans, in a very precarious position to have to distance themselves from him for the first time in his presidency.  So, of course, it’s no wonder he feels all alone.  Poor, poor, pudgy, orange, gooey Donald.  Awww. 

It’s like, “Oops!”

Trump’s threatened to shut down Twitter and Facebook and Instagram and even banning TikTok from the U.S.  Personally, he could shutdown Twitter but then he’d have to rely on broadcast television news coverage, live, which he regularly refers to as “Fake News”.

He’s more concerned about his TV ratings than stepping-up, leading and actually taking a real, fact-based stance against Covid-19.

Again, “Oops!”                       Or, maybe, “D’Oh!!!”

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
Think I’ll go eat worms!
Long thin slimy ones,
Short fat fuzzy ones,
Ooey gooey gooey gooey worms!

...and then there's this:

...because it's ALL ABOUT keeping his Royal Orange Fatness happy.

“Try Something New…”

“Try Something New…”

That is daughter-wife Ivanka’s message to out-of-work people across the U.S. in the wake of the coronavirus.  Pretty simple, right?  Just try something new.

So tone-deaf.  And inappropriate.  She who lives off of the fat-orange-baby-man’s money telling hard-working Americans to just try something new.

When was the last time Princess, daughter-wife Ivanka ever broke a sweat doing literally anything?

I’m going with the 1970s, before she was born.  (Of course she was not around then, not born until Halloween Eve, October 30, 1981)  After that, NO, she’s never worked a day in her life, likewise with Hans & Fritz (Donnie Jr., and Airwick, er, Airhead, um, Eric.) The Trump children, with the possible exception of Barron and Tiffany, are well, a joke.  None of them have ever worked a day in their entitled, arrogant adult lives.  They have their so-called "father" to provide for them.  (Which begs the question, What happens when the gravy train runs dry?)

But the notion of good, decent hard-working Americans simply trying something new, right now, when so many businesses are failing, going bankrupt, or just scraping by… NO.  That’s a terrible idea, and frankly, again, WAY PASSED TIME for the entitled, tone-deaf little princess and man-child husband to go back to New York City where they belong.  (And FYI, no that’s not racist or anti-Semitic, because they’re both pasty white… like me)

That Twitter profile is quite the joke, too.  She completely forgot daughter-wife.  Advisor to POTUS?  Seriously?

And of course, you know, we, the tax payers of the country are paying for this nonsense 4 months before her father’s demise, I mean, the General Election in November.

I think Krystal’s comments are spot-on as well!

Oh, and then there's this:

 

Another clear Ethics violation by daughter-wife, dimwit. Public officials, such as Ivanka, are NOT allowed to push/sell products.  Ask Kellyanne.  
Why?  Simple.  It gives the appearance that the President is for sale.   

Oh wait.  He IS for sale.  
"Russia, if you're listening..."

Elijah McClain

This is how it started.  Elijah was walking home from the store:

Elijah McClain walking home from the store. He's wrapped up in a heavy coat because he was very slight/slender (5'6" tall and about 140#) and, on this particular night, very cold.  He IS wearing a face covering to keep warm

At the time, Elijah worked as a massage therapist in Aurora, Colorado.  On this particular night, he'd gone to a local convenience store to pick up an ice tea for his brother.  At 10:30 PM, Mountain Time, August 19, 2019, someone called 911 to report a suspicious person, "wearing a mask and waving his hands."  

Likely, he was waving his hands to keep warm... just a hunch.  The mask, again, to keep his face warm.
His sister later told the local news station there, he, "had anemia and would sometimes get cold."  Makes sense.
Police body-cam footage of the event didn't surface until late November 2019. Why?

On the footage, Elijah can be heard asking officers about why he is being stopped. He's in a choke-hold (a carotid hold - in order to cut off blood to the brain), tells them his house is right there.  He sobs, vomits and apologizes, saying, "I just can't breathe correctly."

These were the final moments of young Elijah McClain's brief life here on Earth.

Paramedics arrive, take Elijah to the hospital.  

En route, Elijah goes into cardiac arrest and he dies three days later.  

How does a walk to a convenience store on a chilly night in August turn into the death of another Black person? How does that happen?

 And this is how we will remember our young Elijah McClain:

Mural by Thomas Detour Evans