Missing the Golden Moment

I'd say "Remember in November", but by then a million Americans (at least) will have died, and holding any Free and Fair election would be impossible. Anything  involving massed crowds in polling booths and lines to get in them would be dangerous lunacy, so if elections are held at all, the way of doing them will have to change radically.



Those who criticised Trump for his action in banning travellers from China were wrong, and should admit it. If they don't,  they are not to be trusted.



Those who now criticise the measures being taken far too late are not to be trusted.



Those who believe the obvious untruths continually being spouted by the GOP and Trump - you are responsible for this being as bad as it's going to be. Not for the first million deaths perhaps, half a million would have died even if everything had been done right. But for the millions after that, because Reality wins in the end, and the Con game finishes eventually.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn

That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:

But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,

So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.



We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,

Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,

But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come

That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.



With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,

They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;

They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;

So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.