There’s a plan this evening for my former wife Joni and our daughter Kate to bring me a green corn tamale with green sauce from La Piñata, a restaurant we’ve frequented since last century.

Kate will knock on my apartment door. I will wait ten seconds, then open the door. Kate and I will wave to each other, and then she’ll get back in the car with Joni while I take the meal they brought me inside.

Until this crisis is over, we must be ultra-cautious. We want to stay alive.

And yet two weekends ago there was a barbecue in the South where no restrictions applied. And just yesterday law enforcement had to chase thousands off a Florida beach.

Americans have been badly misled by our 45th President, Donald Trump. His ill-chosen words–“new hoax!” among many–lulled the US into inaction at a crucial time. Yet he still feels entitled to point his finger at a journalist and say “You’re a terrible reporter” when the reporter invited him to say something to reassure the American people.

HE is terrible. He should not be President. He should be behind bars for, at the very least, reckless endangerment which is costing lives.

Mis Led

Megadeaths will seal the deal

If/Thens à la Jordan Peele

See us lack both Sword and Shield