So... how are things?
May felt like the longest year of our collective lives, and this past week just told May to hold their beer. Did somebody piss off a very powerful witch or something? Because this is starting to feel like we're all fucking cursed.
There's really no other news out there, right now. It seems the media has even decided that the pandemic is somehow miraculously over, since we're not hearing too much about that particular story, as of late. Sure, a thousand people are still dropping dead every day, and recent loosening of restrictions on social distancing and the like will surely lead to another spike in cases in the coming weeks, but I guess somebody raised the "mission accomplished" banner on that old news and landed on the systemic police brutality space on the "what's going to fucking kill us next" spinning wheel of doom.
It's always heartening to see taxpayer-sponsored thugs roaming the streets with military-grade ordnance, beating peaceful protesters and members of the press alike half to death with big shit-eating grins on their faces on the evening news, all because treating minorities with common human decency is apparently a bridge too far for some of these folks. And of course who doesn't read a New York Times op-ed written by a sitting U.S. senator calling for our own military to murder these very same protesters because their draconian ideals of "law and order" must be upheld at all costs and not pop a massive murder-boner while saluting the flag? How can things just keep getting worse? I don't have any answers. Just once, I'd like to come back to this blog on a Friday afternoon and not feel like I'm merely poorly documenting our world's slow decline into extinction.
Better luck next week, I guess.
Anyway, here's the latest episode of Trappo's Chap House, for those of you who may desire a momentary distraction from this madness. This episode finds myself and my dear cousin Ky discussing 1985's classic film adaptation of the Parker Bros. board game Clue, the more recent John Travolta misfire The Fanatic, terrible reality TV shows about idiots with more money than sense trying on a bunch of wedding dresses, and the concept of growing up in a world on fire. It's a great thirteen minutes of pointless drivel, and I implore you to give it a listen below.
Chapter 8: Say Yes To The Mess
That's it for this week. Until next we meet, try to stay alive, and we'll meet again on the other side.
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