The world has certainly become difficult to cope with this year. Pretty rude, if you ask me. I know you guys rely on me for not much of anything, but it’s getting harder and harder to deliver nothing when everybody seems to want SOMETHING.
We live in a bipolar time now. By day, we hide in our homes from the COVID menace. By night, we gather in huge crowds to protest police brutality. Something’s got to give. Either there will be a big-ass spike in virus infections over the next few weeks, or we’ll discover that medical menace was a tad overblown.
We’re screwed no matter what happens, which is exactly how the media likes us to feel. Doomed. Scared. Helpless and hopeless. Anything to keep the clicks up and the papers selling. We might all be driven to prayer! Egads, how old school.
“New” is all the rage these days. New world order, new virus, new normal. This probably ticks off the advertising/merchandising businesses who have plastered that word on products for years to sell the same junk in a different package and a more upscale price.
Golf is back. Please contain your wild exuberance. Golf is the one sport that doesn’t really need onsite spectators, who are mostly told to shut up while the golfers are playing.
Critical month ahead of us. Baseball’s trying to come back, COVID “scientists” are trying to regain the spotlight, and Black Lives Matter is raging all around the world.
Lord, what a mess.