“Saturday Night Live” Dying A Slow, Torturous Death

Do you ever watch Saturday Night Live?

If not, don’t worry. Not many people do… any more.

Like millions of other Americans, I do NOT watch it, and rather, see but snippets of it online every now and then, and occasionally see it mentioned in various news items here, there, and yon.

The reason I ask, is because a thought occurred to me, which is that, even though it’s circling the proverbial drain, it is salvageable.

In fact, in this now seemingly not-so funny time, it could quite possibly rise beyond its highest ratings period, which was its heyday, and perhaps even surpass it. But, the writers now ALL need to be fired. Why? They’re… Just. Not. Funny.

The track the show’s been on is eventually going to land it in the graveyard, and that’s not where longtime producer Lorne Michaels would like it to end up. But, at this point, it seems all but certain. The post mortem would read: Died for lack of humor caused by bad writing.

More to the point, as I pondered the matter, a thought occurred to me:

I do not ever recall having seen any skits or jokes about,
or references to,
the Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack on the United States Capitol.

That thought occurred to me after reading an OpEd about the committee, which lead with this sentence,

“The U.S. House’s Jan. 6 committee has performed its task with a dignity that verges on parody.”

If you’ve ever seen SNL, even once, then

Republicans Commit Suicide En Masse

“By the time you get to October, these resurgent epidemics [will] have burned through a lot of the people who are susceptible.”

“What’s going on in the country with the virus is matching our most pessimistic scenarios.”

“We might be seeing synergistic effects of people becoming less cautious in addition to the impacts of the delta variant. I think it’s a big call for caution.”

— Dr. Justin Lessler, PhD, Professor, Epidemiologist, University of North Carolina

Republicans, conspiracy theorists, and other morons who “don’t believe” that COVID-19 will affect, or even kill them, are in for a surprise.

Yes, the White man is killing himself — committing suicide.

And frankly, I could NOT care less.

The world will be better off with out them.

If ANYONE — regardless of ethnicity, skin color, or any other factor – is STUPID ENOUGH to

COVID-19: Death Warmed Over

Frontispiece from Bernardino Genga’s “Anatomia per uso et intelligenza del disengno…”, 1691,
via National Library of Medicine #2353013R

It’s 2020, Sunday, 29 March 2020, and there are now 142,106 CONFIRMED cases of COVID-19 novel coronavirus in the United States.

This morning at 0811, there were “124,686 ACTIVE cases of COVID-19 novel coronavirus.”

That’s a 17,420 difference, or an increase of 13.971095% in 12 hours. (Might as well call it 14%.)

Put another way, it’s an increase of 1.1666% every hour.

Extrapolating, at the current rate of 14% in a 12-hour period, tomorrow morning at 0800, there’ll be an additional

On the Bleeding Edge of the Front Line

Uncle Dean never spoke to his blood relatives about his WWII service – even though they inquired – which was for them, perplexing, and they eventually stopped asking. However, he voluntarily spoke at length about it with me.

Perhaps it was because we shared a common bond of military service, I don’t know. They never understood why he didn’t talk about his experience. His Purple Hearts, Bronze and Silver Stars, and other medals of valor that

All You Need Is Love

I recollect, a few years ago, having gone with a dear friend to the apartment where her former husband lived.

He had died alone.

D’Angelo (not his real name) was a retired Army NCO, whom had volunteered for service. He was genuinely a “squared away” soldier, and rose to the rank of First Sergeant (E-8), which rank is politely nicknamed “Top,” because, aside from Sergeant Major which is also an E-8 position, it is the highest rank and position a NCO can obtain.

His generosity was well-known, and his humility, honesty and genuine love for his fellow man was evident throughout his life. And though he was a good man with many admirable character qualities, a congenial fellow, well liked – even loved – by many, it seemed he never could win the battle over the bottle.

What little I know of him from others’ reports and my own limited interaction with him, he was an honorable family man. And yet, his family didn’t know it, and apparently had low regard for him because of his human frailty, particularly for the bottle.

When he had retired from the Army, never one to merely sit still and wait for things to happen, he became