Admit it. You thought I was kidding when I said the Covid mania wasn’t over. You thought I was exaggerating about the insanity of masks. Welp…
Professional performers are now being asked (and in some cases required) to wear these singer’s muzzles while auditioning.
Keep in mind that performers in New York City (where 99% of professional auditions are held) have to travel through the filthy streets and ride the filthy subway to get to the audition room. No chance of picking up any Covid on that slog, I guess.
And they are being asked to not use the rest rooms on arrival unless absolutely necessary. So… no last minute freshening up and washing of hands before entering the audition room.
Yeah… you betcha these muzzles will keep those nasty Covid germs out of that room.
The science says so.
But, wait, we also have muzzles especially designed for widdle kid thespians. We want them to learn early that obedience to the state and self-abasement are the way to stardom.
Maybe this kid is auditioning to play Donald Duck.
Remember these muzzled morons will be spraying their spittle all over you the next time you go see some over-priced, over-praised Broadway musical. But, never fear, there are plans being proposed for all performers and audience members to be masked throughout all live theater performances.
Anyone else spot the incoherent, irrational bullshit being peddled here?
That sound you hear isn’t Alka Seltzer tablets hitting water with the promise of relief to come.
No, it is the sound of athletes, celebrities, politicians, newscasters and assorted other imbeciles who took the Covid jabs dropping dead. And they are doing so at a rate of knots with no end in sight.
Not a day goes by without a front page story about someone collapsing on a sports field or TV screen without warning and from no apparent cause. And most of these corpses were in the prime of life!
Meanwhile, the experts assure us that these deaths had nothing to do with the fact that the dearly departed had been vaxxed to the gills!
As I’ve said, the most important histories of this sorry episode in human history will be those that delve into the emotional, psychological and sociological aspects of it.
Hey, it ain’t called Covid Mania for nuthin’.
The vaxxed ain’t called Covidiots for nuthin’ either!
Here’s a post I did that took a swing at analyzing the part that group dynamics played in the spread of this pseudo-plague-hoax-scam-racket. It makes more sense now than ever!
This Covid repost is about a bit of “found art” I spotted in a London tube station. It was almost too good to be true and definitely too good not to share.
There are books yet to be written about the surreal aspects of the Covid scam and the unintentional humor.
As Muhammad Ali or Mark Twain or Toots Shore or some other great wit of yore observed, “It ain’t braggin’ if it’s true.” Never has that been more true than in the case of your reporter’s brilliant post made on perhaps the single biggest secret of the Covid hoax.
Damn, I’m good.
Call me Dr. Sherlock Kildare.
Hell, I flunked all my high school science classes but I am blessed with an unerring nose for bullshit thanks to my Brooklyn upbringing. And, being congenitally politically incorrect, I have the annoying habit of noticing things.
Things like bullshit.
Things like bureaucrats inadvertently spilling the beans.
So… I was listening to a London talk radio station one day when… better yet… read about my devastating medical detective work in this post I called –
Your reporter recently got a cheery message courtesy of the lethally incompetent and lethally politicized National Health System of Great Britain.
Here it is –
SHOULD YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT THE INDIA COVID-19 VARIANT?
Throughout the pandemic we’ve seen various mutations of COVID 19. The latest variant of concern originated in India.
This new variant is a reminder that the pandemic isn’t over. The world will need to continue taking measures to keep ourselves and our communities safe for some time to come.
Ominously, this latest threat of lockdowns-to-come happened just as Victoria, Australia went back into lockdown following a minuscule Covid outbreak as winter began down under.
For those of you whose knowledge of the Indian sub-continent consists of re-runs of Sabu movies allow me to explain that India was once the “Jewel in the Crown” of the British Empire. And, even though it won independence thanks to the efforts of that noted urine-drinker Mahatma Gandhi, it remains part of the British Commonwealth.
That’s why Indians can easily immigrate to Britain along with former colonials from Africa, Asia and the Caribbean.
This is a perfect example of that dire warning –
“If we go there, they come here.”
This is why modern Britain looks more like Gandhi than Gladstone and more like Nairobi than Nottingham.
So, when this latest Covid variant reared its ugly head in the shit-caked sub-continent, half the population of Mumbai and Delhi packed up their begging bowls and high-tailed it to Britain.
Ever vigilant, Prime Minister Boris “I’m the laziest, dumbest douche in England” Johnson sprang into action and ordered flights from India blocked two weeks from next Tuesday.
Indians may be infected and infested but dumb they ain’t. They used the wide window Johnson gave them to swarm into Britain (and anywhere else that would have them) in record numbers.
The major airlines that brag about being concerned for passenger’s health and that they fully support BLM and LGBTQ+LMNOP and every other poison of our age, immediatelytried to add more flights from India to Britain.
Betchathose “progressive” airlines tried to add flights worldwide.
To their credit (although they should have barred all flights from India immediately), all but one of the UK’s airports refused to add additional flights. The one exception was Birmingham Airport.
One look at the racial demographics of that city will explain why.
Hint: Birmingham is as British as a biryani.
If you think I am being a mean ol’ racist consider that allowing possibly infected Indians into Britain jeopardizes Indians already there. Duh.
Hey, ya want racist?
Take a gander at the Hindu Caste System. It is apartheid, segregation and eugenics on steroids. And Indians flying into the West bring the caste system with them as a carry-on.
Honest world travellers will tell you that the Indians and Chinese are the most racist races on earth.
Meanwhile… We in the West are constantly told that we must import massive numbers of “brilliant” Indian IT engineers and coders or we won’t be able screw in a lightbulb.
Anyone who has endured the sheer hell of phoning an Indian call-center or computer help-line knows how preposterous that claim is.
Lissen ta me.
These Indian “geniuses” (with massive families in tow) are brought into the West to squat in low-pay IT jobs and keep out more qualified Whites who will demand better wages from the “progressive” Robber Barons of Silicon Valley.
Lissen ta me.
Far from being a land of geniuses, India is a land of street-shitters.
Don’t believe me?
Find the TedTalks episode on youtube of the heavily disguised Indian academic who dares to tell the truth about the lack of basic hygiene in his homeland. He is heavily disguised lest those peaceable Indians cut him into pieces.
Hear him explain how Indians for all their brilliance have yet to figure out the care and feeding of an outhouse. So, excrement in its various forms – liquid, solid, steam and dust doth abound.
And that’s just the human excrement.
Don’t forget cows are sacred in India and they roam everywhere.
Imagine, if you will, this hot steaming pile drying in the sun and the resulting shit-dust blowing onto everything and everyone.
Ever wonder why India produces so many boys with nine legs and girls with seven arms?
Ever wonder why India is still plagued by leprosy, smallpox and well… plague?
Ya know Bubonic plague? The Black Death?
And, smallpox.
I don’t even wanna know what bigpox looks like.
And, leprosy.
Ya know… when your fingers, toes, arms and legs putrefy and fall off and you go blind?
Yeah, that leprosy.
I’ll tell ya why India is still home to these scourges.
Coz it’s a fuckin’ shithole.
And the denizens of this shithole are flooding into the West and the “progressive” airlines are doing everything they can to increase that flood.
India is teeming with holy men, gurus, seers and mystics. One of the current top shysters…er, I mean Sadhus is one Sadhguru. Think of him as a latter day Maharishi Mahesh Yogi – ya know, the holy snake oil salesman who entranced the Beatles, Beach Boys and half of Hollywood.
On youtube, see Sadhguru become indignant when a Westerner dares to question why India is so hygienically-challenged. He defends India’s status as an open-latrine as being glorious chaos that the Indians love.
Life is like a bloated, dead body floating in the Ganges, isn’t it?
If the Indians haven’t cleaned up their act since Buddah was a boy what makes ya think they ever will?
Hint: They won’t.
Outraged and offended Indians (and their apologists) can prove me wrong at a stroke. Forbid the Indian geniuses from leaving and put them to work solving India’s problems and healing the poor bastards afflicted with plague, smallpox and leprosy.
Seems practical and compassionate to me.
India is full of millionaires and Mensa members.
What’s stopping them?
There may be a temporary pause in the filthy flood but, going forward, all the delights of Indian health and hygiene are coming to a country near you. In fact, many of those delights are already there.
Feel better now?
Whether Covid is real or as dangerous as claimed, as long as the West allows free movement to and from the Third World, it will be vulnerable to endless pandemics real, imagined or manufactured.
Unless our borders are closed, the entire world will become the Third World.
Or, is that the agenda?
So, how do we fix it?
I’ll tell ya how?
The solution is simple.
All that’s needed is the political will.
I’ll let the incomparable Noel Coward have the last word.
Look, I’m no brain. I’m a regular Joe of average intelligence but I’ve got a good nose for bullshit – especially bureaucratic bullshit. And, my honker has been twitching 24/7 ever since this whole Covid thang was sprung on an unsuspecting world last year. I’ll bet many of you have equally twitchy honkers.
They say that being “politically incorrect” means that you notice things…. welp… here are some of the most spectacular examples of government and NGO happy-horseshit that I’ve noticed. Sadly, all too many of our fellows are not noticing while hungrily devouring this Covid-crap with both hands and begging for more!
Here’s a pandemic puzzle –
In the middle of what we are told is a health crisis that could destroy Britain’s National Health Service, the “oh, so woke” but “oh, so stupid” Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan wasted £1.5 million on a New Year’s Eve fireworks display. That’s two million bucks! How many crucial operations could that money have paid for? Is Khan just a dipshit or does he know this pandemic is a hoax?
In an effort to calm the broiling racial tension in his city, Khan (a Pakistani Muslim) featured a BLM fist as not so subtle threat to White Londoners!
Speaking of the “oh, so stupid”…
How come Prince Harry and his “wife-handler” chose a pandemic to clog our screens and front pages with their hard luck story of a third-rate actress who fucked her way to fame and fortune? Wasn’t that a teensy-weensy bit selfish?
Shouldn’t they be flying all over the world in private jets preaching to us about carbon emissions?
Shouldn’t they be lounging in their gated mansion with their bodyguards extolling the virtues of open borders?
If Covid was that serious would the world media drool over Saint Oprah and the pampered-pair engaging in a circle jerk of nauseating pettiness? Who cares if someone looked cross-eyed at the bitch on her wedding day? I mean, we’re all gonna die of Covid. Right?
Youth wants to know.
Hey, did ya see the leaked minutes of the Pfizer stockholder meeting at which the president of Pfizer rubbed his hands with glee at the stupendous profits Pfizer will be making? But ya can’t criticize him coz he’s the child of holocaust survivors.
“This is a great opportunity for us,” he gloated.
If we were actually in a life and death battle with Covid then such wartime profiteering would be illegal and all the vaccine companies would have been nationalized. The fact that they weren’t and are protected against lawsuits tells you all you need to know. If they knew no one would be harmed or die from their vaccines then what’s with the protection from being sued?
Fact of the Day
In wartime, more die from disease than from battle.
Moving armies are moving petri dishes.
So, why has Boris Johnson invited 3.5 million Hong Kongese to a Britain in financial and medical crisis exposing them and everyone in Britain to deadly infection?
We are constantly told that we must give money to eradicate Covid in the squalid migrant camps of Europe.
So, why are Europe’s leaders and countless “charities” encouraging and helping Covid infected migrants to flood into countries already infected with Covid?
Come to think of it, why is Joe “Where the fuck am I?” Biden allowing Covid infected hordes including MS13 gang members, murderers and child rapists to flood across the border into an America that he insists is still in Covid-crisis?
Meetyour new neighbor. You’ll pay for his house, car and healthcare for the rest of your life.
And, don’t forget…
Biden attacked Texas for opening up and said it was dangerous. So, he is knowingly inviting those poor gangbangers and rapists into the plague pit of Texas. That’s not nice.
We are told there are new, more lethal Covid variants every day and international air travel is especially dangerous but…
Professional athletes are allowed to fly all over the world and are racking up almost as many carbon rich air-miles as Greta Thunberg and John Kerry.
ATTENTION HOUSE FLIPPERS
Don’t sweat that pesky virus – you can still jet all over the world to look at time shares.
We are told that the fate of humanity hangs in the balance but the vaccine pimps and their bought-and-paid for stooges in governments worldwide can’t agree on the basic facts of medical science and the efficacy of their various potions. They are too busy competing and engaging in corporate and state espionage and sabotage.
The vaccine mongers tell us that anyone who died in the past year died of Covid. But anyone who dies shortly after taking one of their vaccines couldn’t possibly have died from the shot. Hmmmnnn…
There are voices of dissent but they are censored. It’s a weak argument that fears examination. It’s a worthless argument that silences the opposition.
The dissenting voices include world renowned epidemiologists, microbiologists, virologists and medical statisticians including Noble laureates.
These experts say there never was a pandemic except in the computer modelling programs of geeks and the wet dreams of technocrats. They also say vaccines are not needed.
Johns Hopkins University released a study which showed there were no excess deaths in 2020. The Covid-pushers simply moved all deaths from heart disease, flu and pneumonia into the Covid column.
The CDC released a study that showed over 90% of deaths attributed to Covid were actually due to other causes. You know, stuff like heart disease, flu and pneumonia.
Major labs have failed to find any trace of Covid in thousands of supposedly positive test samples. Their findings have been verified independently by top schools such as M.I.T. and Stanford.
W.H.O. advised that any positive test should be followed by another test because the results are so unreliable. Further, W.H.O. advised that even after a second positive test, if you feel well, you probably are.
These stories were ignored by the mainstream media and quickly thrown down the memory hole. What are they hiding?
Meanwhile, we are forever told that our Black brethren possess a deep medical-wisdom rooted in Africa that Whites can only dream of having. In fact, many Blacks believe they are superior to Whites due to their high levels of melanin – a sort of real-world vibranium.
Welp… these big-brained folk are rejecting the vaccines at disproportionately high levels. Shouldn’t we follow their lead? I mean… they’re smarter than us. Right?
Good, old-fashioned, Black family doctors (like their White counterparts) will tell you that if you get any virus it’s best to rest, drink plenty of liquids and maybe take some Vitamin D and Zinc. The body will heal itself.
The contradictions and outright lies in the official narrative of Covid are too numerous to list. But, what the hell, here’s one more for the road…
One year ago, I repeat, ONE YEAR AGO, I told you about the seven massive emergency hospitals built in the UK to handle the predicted overwhelming need for hospital beds.
7 specialist hospitals + 1000s of beds = 0 patients.
They were built, not used and dismantled.
They were rebuilt, not used and dismantled again.
They were rebuilt and… you get the picture!
While we are being told that the NHS is in imminent danger of collapse we get this…
The same technocratic fuckwits responsible for this expensive debacle are in charge of your health. Feel better now?
For those of you who came in late, I repeat – I’m a regular Joe of average intelligence but even I can see that this mask, lockdown and vaccination regime is just the first step in a long march into technocratic dictatorship. And, as the Hollywood mogul Sam Goldwyn so brilliantly observed, “Include me out.”
Folks, the emperor has no clothes. And, in the case of Biden, the president has no brain.
Those of us who can rub two brain cells together must speak out and resist what is the gravest instance of media-massaged and politically manipulated mass-hysteria and popular delusion in history.
They hate you. They want you dumbed-down, doped-up, docile, distracted and dependent. Better yet, they want you dead.
Me? I’m with the great American poet e.e.cummings. He put it best –
I grew up in New York City in the 1950s – the last gasp of the Golden Age of newspaper columnists. These were the “gents room” journalists who sported trench coats and fedoras, smoked cigars and drank rye.
Walter Winchell and Jimmy Cannon were the “big beasts” whose columns brimmed with opinion, gossip, lies and even some facts. These one-finger typists wrote hard-boiled rants ripe with street smarts and sentimentality. They gave readers the lowdown on Broadway and City Hall and the straight skinny on Harlem and Wall Street.
Winchell was so hated and feared that no one attended his funeral.
Cannon was the quintessential sports reporter who also wrote about dames and daiquiris.
Winchell and Cannon punctuated their column items with three dots that captured the look and rhythm of machine gun bullet holes. Like this . . .
Here then is my homage to Walter Winchell and Jimmy Cannon . . .
George Floyd was a violent career criminal and this reporter won’t miss his sorry ass one little bit . . . All women with pink hair and tattoos are skanks . . . I hate Oreos – always have, always will . . . If there’s a funnier writer in the English language than Charles Portis, I haven’t read him . . . If the world is facing an existential threat from Covid-19 then why in hell are any planes allowed to fly anywhere anytime anyhow? . . . Buddy Guy and Dolly Parton are the most charismatic live performers I’ve ever seen. No one even comes close. . .
Without Buddy there’d be no Hendrix, no Clapton, no Stevie Ray.
She’s a force of nature on stage.
George Floyd killed himself with a drug OD. He had enough Fentanyl in him to stop a horse and Fentanyl creates the delusion that you can’t breathe even though you can . . . The pulp crime writers Henry and Frank Kane (no relation) are better than Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler. So is Ed McBain . . . The smell of flowers reminds me of death . . . Why do gay men always say “Miss” Judy Garland and “Miss” Peggy Lee?. . . Wanna know how and why the world was stampeded into Corona-panic? Read: Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay. He nailed it in 1841. That’s right – 1841 . . .
Mackay knew that most people are sheeple.
Mackay didn’t foresee the rise of the fake news media and its ethos of “If it bleeds, it leads.” The more frightened the sheeple are the more they watch TV and the more the media can charge for commercials.
Mainstream Jewish newspapers and organizations have bragged that Antifa is a Jewish revolutionary movement with roots in the Russian revolution and that any criticism of Antifa is anti-Semitic. So… by their own proud admission the Jews are behind this attempt at a violent overthrow of the US. Blacks are just their puppets.
Wait a minute… is that a six pointed star?
Cary Grant and Irene Dunne in high speed, comic-flow are as good as it will ever get . . . Climate change is a hoax designed to transfer wealth from White to Brown people . . . I’ve never met a good-looking commie – male or female . . . All Hassidic Jews smell faintly of garlic . . . Virtue signalling Whites who support Black Lives Matter should move to Gary, Indiana or Camden, New Jersey to demonstrate they are truly “down with the struggle” . . . The jazz singer Johnny Hartman was the best of the “Sepia Sinatras” but he often strayed painfully off pitch . . .
Alas, no autotune in Johnny’s heyday.
The accordion and the zither should be outlawed . . . Ben & Jerry’s ice cream is over-priced slop. Breyer’s ice cream is the best in the world . . . New Mexico policeman Lonnie Zamora didn’t see a crashed UFO in the desert. What he stumbled upon was the NASA testing of a moon landing craft . . .
And the training astronauts looked like Little Green Men.
The FBI infiltrated and controlled many of the UFO cults and contactee groups of the 1950s . . .
Some like Uriel were harmless loons.
Others like George Adamski were conscious frauds. But they were all watched, studied and manipulated.
Why are male psychics almost always swishy queens? . . . All imitation meat products promoted by vegetarians taste like a miscarriage on cardboard . . .
Is this before or after this “meat” has passed through the body processes?
Most of Lenny Bruce’s jokes don’t hold up but his routines about liberal hypocrisy get better with time . . .
White BLM supporters should be forced to listen to Lenny’s routine, “How to Relax Your Colored Friends at Parties.”
Mort Sahl, Bruce’s main competition, was never funny or dangerous . . .
Sahl had one great line though. He said, “Lenny Bruce knew that people use The Prophet to get laid.”
American acting never recovered from the pseudo-Freudian, method acting pushed in post-war NYC acting schools by left-wing Jews who flunked Psych 101 . . .
Montgomery Clift was the worst example of this constipated style of acting. I always want to smack him and scream, “Just say the fuckin’ line already”. . . Steve Cochran on the other hand was a terrific actor. A real hell raiser. No mamby-pamby method acting bunk in his performances . . .
Here’s Steve helping a young actress with her breathing exercises. Whata guy!
The two convicted Black felons apprehended with George Floyd didn’t resist arrest and are alive . . . The FBI’s secret recording of the right-wing militia leader Joseph Milteer weeks before the JFK assassination is proof that people knew Kennedy was about to to be hit. The tapes are on youtube . . .
Milteer mentions shooting JFK with a rifle from an office building and that a patsy had been set-up.
Simple proof of a second gunman in Dealey Plaza is the cadence of the shots reported by everyone no matter how many total shots they heard. The cadence goes… BANG… BANGBANG. There is no way Oswald could have fired his bolt action rifle twice that quickly.
BANGBANG = second gunman
Bobby Kennedy never believed the Warren Commission . . . There was a second gunman in the hotel kitchen shooting at Bobby, too . . . There is intriguing evidence linking Canada’s wealthy Bronfman family to the Kennedy and Martin Luther King assassinations . . .
This Dick Powell movie from 1951 about an attempted assassination of Lincoln holds a chilling coincidence about the JFK assassination. Watch it and see.
Ginger Rogers was a great dancer but she was also the most underrated actress of Hollywood’s Golden Age . . . Since being turned over to Black rule, South Africa has become an ungovernable shit hole . . . The same goes for Haiti where Blacks slaughtered the Whites and mulattoes over 200 years ago. The result? Port-au-Prince is the only capital city in the world without a sewage system . . .
Freed from evil White domination, Haitians eat cookies made from dirt.
I don’t care what aficionados say, the Edsel was ugly . . . Lili St. Cyr was the sexiest of the old-time strippers . . .
Lili would start her act in a bath and get dressed on stage. A reverse strip! Clever or what?
Malcolm X was a pimp who sold Black women to White men. He then had sex with men in prison. Maybe he liked it coz his wife complained that he was a flop in bed. Most of the tough-guy exploits in his best selling autobiography are the invention of Alex Haley who later plagiarized a White man’s novel and called it Roots. Haley settled with the original writer out of court . . .
Mrs. X was later burned to death by Malcolm’s grandson. Then Malcolm’s daughter and granddaughter were arrested for animal cruelty and auto theft. Then his son was murdered in Mexico for refusing to pay a big bar bill he’d run up buying drinks for hookers. The Waltons they ain’t.
Louis Farrakhan the leader of the Nation of Islam is a Scientologist and a Mason. How does he remember which funny hat to wear and handshake to use? . . .
The Nation of Islam has published brilliant studies of the part Jews played in the slave trade and of the Leo Frank murder case. These books are banned by amazon but Jeff Bezos will sell you other books that claim to debunk the books written by the Nation of Islam. Hmmmnnnn…
Leo Frank was guilty as hell. He raped and murdered Mary Phagan and threw her down an elevator shaft. Frank was a sweatshop owner, rapist and murderer. Mary Phagan was only 13 so Frank was also a pedophile . . .
Mary Phagan before she met that nice Mr. Frank.
Mary Phagan after she met that nice Mr. Frank.
The Jewish Anti-Defamation League (ADL) was founded to defend Leo Frank. Its lawyers blamed the rape and murder on two innocent Black men who worked for Frank. You won’t learn this in Parade the Broadway musical about the case or in the many biased TV movies. Hey, remind me – who controls Broadway and TV? . . .
I looked across the street and there was Kirk sitting alone on a bench at a bus stop. I was surprised to see him because I had only moments before deleted him from my WhatsApp. I had deleted Kirk because he was dead.
I had spent several moments debating his deletion. It’s an act of frightening finality like scratching a dead friend from an address book or a family member from your Christmas card list. Now, I felt slightly affronted that, after causing me the upset of eliminating him from my social circle going forward, Kirk was back. Uninvited.
It was Kirk alright. Over there on the bench. Waiting for a bus. No play of the light. No doppelganger. No undigested bit of cheese. No. It was Kirk in full fleshy form. Dead but somehow alive. I considered hailing him, “Kirk, what the fuck?” But, decided that might frighten him. So, I used the nearby zebra crossing to get over to him. I checked for cars to my right but when I checked to my left, Kirk had vanished. He hadn’t boarded a bus because none had passed. The street was empty. No crowd to get lost in. No place to hide. No. Kirk had vanished.
I was sure that Kirk had died earlier that day of Covid 19. At least, that’s what they told me. Covid 19. That’s what they’d been telling everyone about anyone who had died. Covid 19. But, in Kirk’s case it made sense. He was a burly type but pushing seventy and deceptively weak inside. He’d been dealt a bad genetic hand. They turned Kirk’s respirator off on the eight day. But, I knew he was a goner when he stayed in the London hospital for more than two days.
English hospitals are lethally dirty places at the best of times. Kirk would have been safer in a men’s room stall in a tube station. But, Britain’s National Health Service is the state religion and otherwise intelligent folk are afraid to criticize it. They prefer to die. To take one for the team. (This misplaced stoicism is the only remnant of “stiff upper lip” still on display on this island.) The NHS manages to kill 40,000 a year with malpractice. And, that’s in normal years. How many of Britain’s Corona dead were foolishly trusting souls who fell not to the virus but to the inept ministrations of socialized medicine?
Mustn’t grumble, mate.
The only other person I knew who died of Covid 19 was a New York actor of some note. I’d never met him. Yet, our lives were inextricably linked. Forty years ago, he inherited a girlfriend of mine who had just dumped me. He didn’t do this to hurt me. We’d never met. But, I never forgave him for poaching my quail.
Then, in a coincidence of startling cruelty, he starred in an off-Broadway play as a character that was based on me. And, he got the biggest laugh of the night with a monologue in which he recounted one of the most painful romantic disasters of my life. The play had been written by an old roommate of mine. I didn’t mind that he used my life as comic fodder. But, I never forgave the actor for playing me. And, worse, for getting such big laughs.
Laugh clown, laugh.
So, when he died, I was glad. Not elated. But definitely a “gotcha” moment. It wasn’t schadenfreude – that’s the sweet pleasure one feels due to the failure and misfortunes of friends. This actor was never a friend. But, his death from Covid 19 gave me an undeniable twinge of sweet pleasure none the less. I am not completely without compassion. I hoped his death had been as painless as possible but I was glad the son of a bitch was dead. And, of course, I felt a hint of sorrow for his widow. A hint. I hadn’t thought of either of them for decades and then they burst into my life uninvited and haunted my Corona lockdown dreams.
As I sat typing this post, my cat walked between my legs as she often does, rubbing against them demanding attention and food. She’s been doing this more than ever in the lockdown. And, she’s taken to sitting on the stairs that lead up to my flat. She’s always waiting there for me when I come back from my daily sleepwalk through the local parks. And, many times during the day, I see her in her favorite spot in the back garden stretching her neck to see up to my third-floor windows and begging entrance. None of this would be unusual aside from the fact that my cat died two years ago.
Boy Outa Brooklyn 