A Tale of Three Presidents
Monday, 23rd
March 2020
It’s late and I’m
tired but the temptation is to run up and down the street screaming goodbye to
everyone. And then to run past the barber’s and the café in town and B&Q
and the tennis courts and the hot yoga studio screaming goodbye, goodbye,
goodbye.
This afternoon, as
we walked the dog back from the beach at the end of the road, we bump into Sol
who has spent the afternoon with his girlfriend in the park, sitting in the
sunshine in anticipation of this: the lockdown. They said their goodbyes and
now they, and we, wait. As of midnight, there will be no sitting in parks with
anyone who you do not live with. As of midnight, there will be no sitting in
cafes or buying some compost or going outside for something frivolous like an
unsanctioned walk to get an ice cream. Effectively, we have, as a nation, been
put on the naughty step. Bozza told us to stay apart; we didn’t listen. And now
here we are.
We’ll come back to
Bozza but first let’s start with Jair Bolsonaro, Brazil’s president, who can be
guaranteed to see this pandemic for what it is: a highly infectious, deadly pandemic
sweeping the world. He has the benefit of seeing how it has affected other
countries and the effectiveness of the measures they have taken. So, care-bear-Jair, what
say you?
“The people will
soon see they have been tricked…by a large part of the media about the
coronavirus.”
Oh, okay. So, how would
you describe the illness, Senhor Bolsonaro?
“A little flu…”
Downplaying bad
news, accusing the media of fabricating stories to make him look bad,
deflecting blame – where did you learn the art of governance? Oh yes, of
course, El Jefe Naranja: Donald Trump. Let’s see how he’s handling the crisis.
Three Steps to Covid-Success - The DJ Trump Way
First, get out a
big black marker and in your press notes, cross out ‘corona’ and overwrite ‘Chinese.’
That way, people will know this is not Anglo-Saxon flu for white people and
which is nothing worse than a sniffle. No, this is what happens when the
Chinese lose the trade and tariff tit-for-tat war, get all sneaky and slitty-eyed
and send over their flu, which they can make cheaper than us because of their
unfair economic advantages and patent stealing.
Second, deny saying
the ‘Chinese virus’ is racist. Even if, in the days after you use it several times,
the American Asian community are racially abused and attacked. These two things
are NOT linked and to say so is unhelpful in our hour of need and unpatriotic. So
don’t do it, people.
Third, frame this as
a war. People understand wars. God knows, America has started enough of them.
So, we are going to win because a) this virus is Chinese and they don’t make
stuff like we do, and b) because I just said so, and anyone who disagrees is a
NASTY NASTY person who should be ashamed of themselves.
And thank goodness
it’s Trump up there, winning this war for us, using all his military service
from his time as a… Oh, hold on.
Donald Trump got a
draft deferment how many times?
Five?
Are you sure? You
are? What for?
Well, four times
for being in college.
Fair enough.
Then the six foot
two college athlete who had passed the physical exam two years earlier got another
deferment for having ‘bad feet.’
Ah yes, bad feet.
That’s why he now uses a wheelchair.
No, listen, I hadn’t
finished explaining. As the president explained in an interview: ‘Over time, it
healed up.’
I’m guessing that
healing period might just have coincided with the length of the Vietnam War?
Let me look: ah,
yes. You were right. Good guess.
If you think that’s
bad, take a look at snake-oil salesman Dick Cheney’s deferment record. He also
got a deferment five times: three for college but then college finished and he
was deemed ‘fit for service.’ What does Dick do? He gets married, giving
himself another exemption. But, oh no, Dick, they’ve changed the law because suddenly
everyone’s getting married. Now you have to have a kid. What’s that? Your wife’s
pregnant. Guess you’re going to have to sit this one out, tough guy.
War leaders, eh?
Harder to come by than you think. Still, we’ve got the Bozzatron: our own little
ersatz Churchill. In tonight’s address to the nation, the flanking experts were
gone. Now, it was a big wooden desk and Union Jack and two big doughy fists mildly
thumping the table to let you know that now he means business. If your mates ask
you to meet up, you say ‘no.’ If they offer you a joint, you say ‘no.’ If they
want a game of tennis and then a cup of coffee, you say ‘no.’
Shit got real,
real sudden. Everybody on the naughty step, right now.
Latest data for the UK (as of 11:42pm):
Infected: 6,650
Deaths: 335
Celebrity Deaths: None
People I know who are infected: 0
People I know who have died: 0
Song for the day: ‘Isolation’ – Joy Division
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