Remember This?

The Trump administration has taken a step to make Trump’s wish come true.

But with all the news and the noise, you may have missed it:

The revisions to the naturalization exam may not result in more immigrants from “places like Norway,” but it will make passing the U.S. citizenship test much more difficult for immigrants who manage to enter and remain in this country.

The USCIS – the United States Citizenship and Immigration Service – has announced the rollout a new citizenship test on December 1.

This new test, according to USCIS spokesman Dan Hetlage, “provides a more accurate measurement” of applicants’ understanding of civics and “ensures the reliability and validity of scores.

Not so, say experts quoted in a November 19 Herald News article:

“Eva Millona, CEO and President of the Massachusetts Immigrant and Refugee Advocacy Coalition (MIRA) said ‘these changes to the citizenship test are yet another example of the Trump Administration seeking to put up barriers to citizenship with little opportunity for input from communities that will be most impacted.’”

“Paulo Pinto, Executive Director of the Massachusetts Alliance of Portuguese Speakers (MAPS) said, ‘It is difficult to understand and accept the reasoning behind this announced change, which will create more barriers to becoming a U.S. citizen.  The 2008 version of the test is already very challenging – even for U.S.-born citizens – and the added difficulty will only make the naturalization process longer and slower.’”

How much “longer and slower”?

According to this article in the Washington Post:

“The new exam requires applicants to answer at least 12 oral questions correctly, up from six under the most recent exam.”

“Officers must ask all 20 questions, while lawyers said they usually used to stop when an immigrant answered the required minimum of six correctly.”

“‘It’s basic math,” said Krish O’Mara Vignarajah, president and chief executive of Lutheran Immigration and Refugee Service.  ‘If you make the test twice as long, it takes twice as much time and USCIS officers will process half the applicants.’” 

“Twice as much time”?  Back to the Herald News article:

“Sarah Pierce, a policy analyst at the D.C.-based, nonpartisan Migration Policy Institute, believes the changes can possibly triple the amount of time each Citizenship and Immigration Services officer spends testing applicants.

“‘These changes reduce the efficiency of this already struggling agency,’ Pierce told the Associated Press, referring to its citizenship application backlog.  The administration is adding hundreds of thousands of more minutes to these naturalization exams.’”

The administration is also adding tougher questions.  One asks applicants to name five of the 13 original states, while the older test asked them to name three.

Another example:  The older test requires test takers to name one of the three branches of government, while the new exam asks candidates to name all of them. 

Can you name all three branches of our government?  Can I?

I decided to take a look at some practice questions on the citizenship exam, to better understand what an immigrant might experience.

What bothers me most was the idea that a perfect candidate for citizenship might be denied that because she/he didn’t know the answer to this question:

Seriously?  What does knowing the name of one of the two longest rivers in the U.S. have to do with being a good citizen?

How about this one:

How many people in this country could answer this correctly?  I’m guessing not many, and that includes me.  Does that mean USCIS is going to take away my citizenship?

And this one:

Oh, come on.  I’m a good citizen, but I had to guess at this one.  I just don’t consider it critical that I – or anyone except a Constitutional scholar – needs to know how many amendments the Constitution has.

And I am a good citizen, at least according to this “Citizenship Rights and Responsibilities” list on the USCIS website:

Nowhere on that list is there anything about knowing the name of one of the two longest rivers in the U.S.

In fact, the current citizenship test is already so difficult that a majority of people born in this country couldn’t pass it, according to this article:

And the Trump administration has made the new test even worse.

My hope is that the Biden administration will review – and undo – this blatant attempt to make it close to impossible for immigrants to become U.S. citizens.

Which is just one item on the miles-long list of damage Trump has inflicted on this country.

Because if this new citizenship test remains in place, our country will lose many of the wonderful contributions that future naturalized citizens could make.

And that’s a miles-long list, but one of the best kind:  immigrants who have contributed greatly to our county, and to the world.

Just a few of the many:

Brin, Russia

Albert Einstein, Germany – inventor and physicist.

Sergey Brin, Russia – founder of Google, inventor and engineer.

Levi Strauss, Germany – creator of Levi’s jeans.

Madeleine Albright, Czechoslovakia – the first woman Secretary of State.

James Naismith, Canada – invented the game of basketball.

Grant, England; Hepburn, Belgium

Audrey Hepburn, Belgium – actress.

Cary Grant, England – actor.

Sammy Sosa, Dominican Republic – athlete.

Maria von Trapp, Austria – inspiration for The Sound of Music.

Lennon, England

Andrew Carnegie, Scotland – businessman, philanthropist.

Irving Berlin, Russia – composer, pianist.

John Lennon, England – composer, musician, singer.

Kumail Nanjiani, Pakistan – stand-up comedian, actor.

Alexander Hamilton, West Indies – Founding Father, lawyer, banker, and economist.

Adichie, Nigeria

John Muir, Scotland – naturalist, writer, advocate of U.S. forest conservation.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Nigeria – writer.

Bob Hope, England – entertainer, television personality.

John James Audubon, Saint Domingue (now Haiti) – ornithologist, naturalist and artist.

Alex Trebek, Canada – Jeopardy! Host.

Jayapal, India

Jerry Yang, Taiwan – Yahoo co-founder.

Alexander Graham Bell, Scotland – inventor of the telephone.

Pramila Jayapal, India – first female Indian-American member of the U.S. House of Representatives.

And speaking of immigrants who became U.S. citizens and made great contributions, I must include this immigrant:

Freda Kelm, Germany – this blogger’s grandmother!

A Post-Thanksgiving Turkey Tale

There is some dispute over how Swanson Turkey TV Dinners were invented.  The following is my version:

When:             The day after Thanksgiving, 1953

Where:           C.A. Swanson & Sons, a poultry supplier in Omaha, Nebraska

(Bob Walsh, an aspiring manager at the company, comes to his boss, Gilbert Swanson, with a problem.  Thanksgiving has come and gone, and Bob has live turkeys that didn’t find a dinner table for the holiday.  A lot of live turkeys.  What to do with all those leftover turkeys?)

Bob (knocking on door frame):  Ah, Mr. Swanson, sir?  Do you, ah, have a moment, sir?

Swanson:  Of course, of course, come in.  Welch, isn’t it?

Bob:  Ah, Walsh, sir.  Bob Walsh.

Swanson:  Of course, of course.  Come in, Welch.  You know my door is always open.  That’s what I always say:  “My door is always open.”  Sit down, Welch, sit down.  Now what can I do for you on this fine Friday after Thanksgiving?

Bob:  Well, sir, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.  Thanksgiving was yesterday and…

Swanson:  Yes, Welch, and?

Bob:  It’s Walsh, sir.

Swanson:  What is?

Bob:  My name, sir.

Swanson:  Is that what you came to talk to me about?

Bob:  No, sir.  It’s about the turkeys.  The turkeys we didn’t sell for Thanksgiving.

Swanson:  Yes, yes, what about them?

Bob:  Well, ah, there’s a lot of them, sir.

Swanson:  “A lot,” you say.  (pauses)  And what do you mean by “a lot”?

Bob (swallows):  Two hundred and sixty…

Swanson:  Well, Welch, I’m sure we don’t need to be concerned about 260 turkeys.

Bob:  Tons, sir.  Two hundred and sixty tons of unsold Thanksgiving turkeys.

Swanson (after a long pause):  Close the door, Welch.  (Bob does)  Now.  What’s this you’re saying?

Bob:  We had a very successful breeding season, sir, very successful, but sales didn’t meet our projections.  So this morning I’m reporting an overstock of 260 tons of turkeys.

Swanson:  Two hundred and sixty tons.  I see.  (pause)  And in terms of just pure numbers, Welch…

Bob:  Well, sir, at an average weight of 25 pounds – and you know that’s our standard, sir, or as the boys in advertising say, “A 25-pound turkey on every table!”  It’s, ah, twenty thousand…

Swanson:  Twenty thousand?  Did you say twenty thousand?

Bob:  …eight hundred, sir.  Twenty thousand eight hundred turkeys, sir.  Give or take a turkey.

Swanson (after a long pause):  Are you attempting levity, Welch?

Bob:  No, sir.

Swanson:  We have twenty thousand eight hundred Thanksgiving turkeys.  Today is the day after Thanksgiving.  This is a calamity.  This is a catastrophe.  This is – I don’t have a word bad enough for it!

Bob:  Disaster, sir?

Swanson:  Welch!

Bob:  I mean, it’s not a disaster, sir.  At least, I don’t think it is.  I’ve been thinking…

Swanson:  Not now, Welch.  I have to think.

Bob:  But I’ve been thinking sir, and I have an idea.  An idea of what to do with all those turkeys – and even turn a profit, sir!

Swanson:  I said not now, Welch.  What I need is to find is something to do with all those turkeys, and somehow turn a profit.

Bob:  But that’s what I’m saying, sir!  I have an idea! 

Swanson (mumbling):  This is a disaster.  And absolute disaster.  Twenty thousand…

Bob:  I’ve put some figures together, sir, and if you’ll just take a look…

Swanson:  Welch, tell my secretary to get my brother on the phone.

Bob:  Your brother, sir?  You mean W. Clark himself?

Swanson:  Yes, I mean W. Clark himself!  Do I have any other brother?  (Bob goes out to the secretary, then returns, closing the office door)

Bob:  Sir, if you’ll just look at these figures, you’ll see – wait, better yet, let me tell you my idea.  We cook all the turkeys – well, not all at once, of course – but we cook the turkeys!

Swanson:  Cook the turkeys, you say.  That’s very advanced thinking, Welch.

Bob:  I’m not finished, sir!  And we make gravy, and dressing, and mashed potatoes and maybe a vegetable.  Carrots.  Or peas.  Yes, peas!  Then we put it all together in individual metal trays that have sections, sir.  Sections!  Can you picture it?

Swanson:  No, Welch, I can’t.  I’m too busy picturing this disaster.

Bob:  In the bigger section we put the dressing, and some sliced turkey, with gravy on top.  Then in one smaller section, the peas.  With butter on them.  And in the other section, mashed potatoes.  It’s one individual meal, sir!  An individual turkey dinner with all the trimmings.

Swanson (after a long pause):  Did you say mashed potatoes, Welch?  White mashed potatoes?

Bob:  Yes, sir!

Swanson:  I hate white mashed potatoes!

Bob:  Then sweet potatoes, sir!  Or no potatoes!  I’m just trying to explain…

Swanson:  Ah, sweet potatoes.  Now you’re talking.  My mother made the best sweet potato casserole every Thanksgiving.  I swear it was my favorite part of the meal.  I remember…

Bob:  Mr. Swanson!

Swanson:  Yes?

Bob:  The dinner, sir.  The individual dinner.

Swanson:  What about it?

Bob:  So we make all the individual dinners, and here’s the magic:  We freeze them.  First, we put each one in a nice box with a picture of the wonderful turkey dinner that’s inside the box, then we freeze them.  And housewives will buy them, and take them home and put them in their freezers, and then one night – just picture this, sir.  One night, when Mom can’t figure out what to make for dinner, she opens her freezer and – viola!

Swanson:  “Viola,” Welch?

Bob:  Her dinner is already made!  It’s in those nice boxes with the picture of the wonderful turkey and dressing and gravy and mashed potatoes…

Swanson:  I thought we said sweet potatoes?

Bob:  …Sweet potatoes, and peas with butter!  And Mom says, “No cooking for me tonight.  I have Swanson dinners right here in my freezer, all ready for me to heat and serve in just 25 minutes.  My family will love them!”

Swanson:  “Love them,” Welch?

Bob:  The kids will love them because they’re delicious.  And different.  And…

Swanson:  “Different,” Welch?

Bob:  Yes, sir!  A whole dinner right in its own little tray.  No more plate for this and bowl for that, because the whole dinner is right there.  Fun for the kids, and easy for Mom because after dinner you just throw the trays away.  No dishes!  In fact, if the family has a TV, they could have dinner in front of the TV.  And…that’s how I, ah, came up with the name, sir.

Swanson:  “The name,” Welch?

Bob:  TV Dinners, sir.

Swanson:  TV…?

Bob:  TV Dinners!  Experts are predicting that pretty soon every family in America will have a TV, and just think how exciting it will be to eat this new kind of dinner while you’re watching your new TV.  I don’t think I’m overstating my case when I say this will revolutionize dinnertime as we know it.

Swanson (the secretary buzzes, informing Swanson that his brother is on the line):  Tell him I’ll call him back.  Now, Welch…

Bob:  Walsh, sir.  I’ve priced it out, sir, and we can sell Swanson TV Dinners for 98 cents and still make a profit.  Just think – dinner for less than a dollar!  (pauses)  I’ll have to remember to tell that one to the boys in advertising:  “Dinner For Less Than A Dollar!”

Swanson:  Less than a dollar, you say?  And we’d still be making a profit?

Bob:  Absolutely, sir.  And once our turkey TV dinners are a success, we can create more dinners like chicken, and Salisbury steak, and, and – with your permission, sir, I’m going to get the kitchen working on some sample dinners.  I mean, TV Dinners.  And the advertising boys working on the box, and –

Swanson:  Hold on, now, just hold on.  Don’t let’s get carried away with an idea, an idea that may have some merit, perhaps, but still just an idea. 

Bob:  Yes, sir.

Swanson:  Now, leave those figures with me, and I’ll give it some thought.  But – not a word about this to anyone.  And I mean, anyone.  Is that understood, Welch?

Bob:  Yes, sir.

Swanson:  Very well, then.  And tell my secretary to get my brother back on the phone.

Bob:  Yes, sir.  And…sir?

Swanson:  Yes, what is it?  (the phone rings.)

Bob (softly):  It’s Walsh, sir.  (closes the door behind him.)

Swanson (ignores Bob and answers the phone):  Clark?  How are – yes.  Well, I heard this morning that our Thanksgiving turkey sales fell below projections and… How far below?  Well, considerably.  And – yes, I know that, and… Yes, I know we have to do something with those turkeys.  That’s why I’m calling.  I had an idea about what to do with all those turkeys.  A rather brilliant idea, if I may say so myself…

The End

According to Smithson magazine, in 1953 Swanson sold 5,000 TV dinners.  In 1954, their first full year of production, they sold more than 10 million TV dinners.

A Q&A: Why Is Emily Murphy’s Momma Is Proud of Her?

Q:  Who is Emily Murphy?

A:  There are many Emily Murphys, but the one we’re talking about is the administrator of the GSA.

Q:  What’s the GSA?

A:  According to a November 23 CBS News article, the GSA – General Services Administration:

“…is a sprawling bureaucracy established in 1949 that now has 12,000 employees and a $21 billion budget.  It works largely behind the scenes to support other federal entities, with responsibility for managing federal office space, procuring supplies and improving the use of technology across the government.

“The GSA provides a presidential transition team with Washington office space and coordinates access to federal agencies to plan potential policy changes with current administration officials, using $6.3 million allocated to support its efforts.”

Q:  How did Emily get to be administrator of the GSA?

A:  Trump and his toadys liked her.

Q:  Is that why Emily’s Momma is proud?

A:  No.

Q:  Is Emily a Republican?

A:  Well, after graduating from college, Murphy moved to Washington, D.C., beginning her career at the Republican National Committee.  She also worked for Jim Talent, a Republican and former Senator from Missouri.  She was an advisor to acting GSA administrator Timothy Horn, who was appointed by Trump.  Then Horn nominated Emily for GSA administrator.  Are you doing the math?

Q:  Is that why Emily’s Momma is proud?

A:  No.

Q:  I’ve noticed that Emily wears a lot of purple…

Q:  Is that why Emily’s Momma is proud?

A:  Emily does take her purple fashion cues from Ivanka…

A:  But, no.

Q:  So Emily, whom nobody ever heard of until recently, heads a government agency that nobody ever heard of until recently.  Why is she all over the news now?

A:  After November 7, 2020, when Joe Biden became generally acknowledged as president-elect, she refused to sign a letter allowing Biden’s transition team to begin work to facilitate an orderly transition of power:

Q:  Wow!  That’s really important!  Is that why Emily’s Momma is proud of her?

A:  No.

Q:  How long did Emily hold out?

A:  Until November 23, when Emily issued what’s called a “letter of ascertainment,” which allowed the transition of power to begin.

Q:  What did the letter say?

A:  Among other things, Emily hedged her bets: 

“…she was now making ‘certain post-election resources and services available to assist in the event of a presidential transition.’”

Q:  Is Emily’s Momma proud because of Emily’s bet-hedging skills?

A:  No.

Q:  What took Emily so long to issue the letter?

A:  A November 23 article in the Washington Post suggested Emily was afraid:

“Then there was the president’s anger, and the risk that he would fire her and her top aides if she moved forward.”

Then, after Emily issued the letter…

“Murphy and her senior staff were bracing for a tweet from Trump announcing that they were fired, two people familiar with their thinking said.  They spoke on the condition of anonymity because of the sensitive nature of the discussions.”

Q:  Didn’t Emily care about all the havoc her actions were creating?

A:  Apparently not as much as she feared getting fired by Trump.

Q:  Is anyone holding Emily accountable?

A:  Some Democrats are trying to.  A November 23 New York Times article says,

“The Democratic chairwomen of the House Oversight and Reform and Appropriations Committees demanded last week that Emily provide a briefing to lawmakers no later than Monday [November 23] to explain why she had departed with past practice and had so far refused to approve the start of the process for Mr. Biden.”

That deadline came and went, and “the GSA suggested that Ms. Murphy would not meet with top lawmakers on the issue, instead offering a 30-minute briefing by her deputy, Allison Brigati, on November 30.”

On November 24, the House Democrats wrote Ms. Murphy yet another letter, demanding a briefing on Tuesday:

“‘We cannot wait yet another week to obtain basic information about your refusal to make the ascertainment determination,’ wrote the chairwomen, Representatives Carolyn B. Maloney and Nita M. Lowey of New York, as well as the chairmen of the panels that oversee and fund the GSA, Representatives Gerald E. Connolly of Virginia and Mike Quigley of Illinois.”

They gave Emily until 5pm on November 24 to respond.

Q:  Ewww.  After all this, how the heck can Emily Murphy’s Momma be proud of her?

A:  Because it appears that Emily’s actions won her something that many do covet, but not all achieve:

Her very own, spankin’ brand-new listing in Wikipedia:

(Wikipedia as I found it on November 24: “4 hours ago.”)

I Love This Story: 30+ Publishers Rejected A Novel That Just Won The Booker Award

In Scotland, the surname “Stuart” has long-time royal connections.  Nine Stuart kings ruled Scotland from 1371 to 1625, and the ninth Stuart king transitioned from king of Scotland to king of both Scotland and England.

If current-day author Douglas Stuart, 44, has royal connections, they weren’t in evidence in his growing-up years in Glasgow, Scotland.

According to an October New York Times story about Stuart, 1980s Glasgow was a city of “economic and social stagnation…after the region’s shipbuilding, mining and steelwork industries collapsed.  Stable, working-class communities became destitute, leading to widespread poverty and addiction.”

From an article entitled “The Slums of 1980s Glasgow Through the Lends of a French Photographer.”

Stuart was “the lonely youngest son of a single, alcoholic mother” and…

“…he felt like an only child, as his older brother and sister were teenagers when he was born and found jobs to escape the chaos at home.  He barely knew his father, who left when Stuart was young.  Stuart often functioned as a caretaker for his mother, who would black out from drinking and sometimes try to harm herself.”

Stuart was also gay, and while he couldn’t have articulated it at the time, he knew he was different.  He was shunned by the boys at school, who attacked him for being too “poofy.”

Stuart’s mother died when he was 16 and he ended up in a boarding house.  He became the first person in his family to graduate from high school, decided to study textiles, earned a bachelor’s degree from the Scottish College of Textiles and a master’s from the Royal College of Art in London.

More than ten years ago, when Stuart was working as senior director of design at Banana Republic, he began writing.

What he wrote would become the novel Shuggie Bain, a fictional account of his childhood.

The novel would be rejected by more than 30 publishers.

It finally found a home at Grove Atlantic, an American independent publisher based in New York, where Stuart had moved years earlier.

And on November 19, Shuggie Bain won the Booker Award, “one of the most prestigious literary awards in the world,” according to this article in The New York Times:

The Booker website says this award is:

“The leading literary award in the English-speaking world, which has brought recognition, reward and readership to outstanding fiction for over 50 years.  Awarded annually to the best novel of the year written in English and published in the UK or Ireland.”

Douglas Stuart may not have royal connections, but he’s being treated like royalty now.

Stuart’s story resonates with me because of the rejection he endured – not once, or twice, or 10 or 20 times, but by 32 publishers.  Everyone who endeavors in a creative field, whether it’s writing or acting or singing or painting or myriad others, faces rejection. 

And every time, it hurts.

People who don’t understand will say, “But it’s not personal.”

They’re wrong.  It’s very personal.

An artistic effort comes from the deepest part of you, and when that effort is rejected, so are you.

So I’m rubbing my mental hands together in glee about Stuar’ts success, and reveling in how stupid those 32 publishers must feel. 

Now:  After all this, it may sound contrary that I won’t read Shuggie Bain, despite all the accolades.

I don’t care to read a story about growing up with an alcoholic parent, because I lived that story.

But I love this story:  of a child who preserved; of a man who took the wreckage of his childhood, wrote about it, persevered more, and turned his artistic endeavor into this:

And this…

And this…

It’s WAY Past Time To Say Goodbye And…

In my November 13 blog post I said goodbye to Melania, and on November 16 I bid Ivanka adieu.

Now I’ll do a group goodbye, and what a group it is.

For an assist I turned to Slate, an online magazine that launched in 1996.  The team there was SO ready for Trump to lose, they had all their goodbyes written and ready to go on November 7, the day Biden was declared President-Elect.

I’ve included excerpts from the Slate articles and other sources to round out my farewells, along with some images:

“Already a devout Republican and unquestionably the most groveling of his offspring, you were exactly the hype man your father needed:  dumb enough to believe whatever Daddy told you, coiffed enough to look halfway decent on cable news, and more than passionate enough about hunting to rub elbows with the red state riffraff.” 

I think that covers it for Jared.

“Pence was made head of the White House’s coronavirus task force, a fittingly Trumpian choice, given that Pence had historically been disastrous on public health.” 

“In just two years, Attorney General William Barr transformed the Department of Justice into a sleazy, third-rate law firm devoted to shielding Donald Trump and his friends from the consequences of their crimes.”

“Pompeo’s rhetoric straddled the line between the self-righteous bombast of the George W. Bush administration and the craven cynicism of the Trump years.  By embedding foreign policy even deeper within the U.S. culture wars, he has done damage to U.S. credibility abroad that will take years to repair.”

“It wasn’t just that you were unqualified to lead America’s educational system, as someone who never worked at a public school, attended a public school, or took out a school loan.  It was that you were the opposite of qualified, an early example of the Trump administration’s elitist disregard for the very role of government agencies themselves.” 

“…the provocateur in chief and petty tyrant of the White House’s anti-immigration crusade…”

Larry, Moe and Curly.  Wait – I mean, Sean Spicer, Sarah Sanders, Kayleigh McEnany.

Giuliani will be remembered for the above:  His November 7 press conference at the Four Seasons – no, not the glitzy hotel, but rather Four Seasons Total Landscaping on the outskirts of Philadelphia.  The best thing to come out of it was the store’s new merchandise, featuring these slogans:

And finally, the BEST goodbye of all…

Ivanka, Ivanka, Let Down Your Long Hair – Daddy Lost, Suck It Up, Get The Hell Out Of There

A “senior advisor,” ah, yes – so we’ve seen,

For perfume and purses and canned Goya beans:

Your Africa trip – a great waste of time,

Our taxpayer dollars?  You spent all of mine:

In fact, your successes – I can’t think of one,

Except for your implants, they’re second to none:

And Kushner, your husband, I’m sick of his name,

His daddy’s a felon and he’ll be the same:

Ivanka, Ivanka, when you’re gone I’ll be glad.

Go home, get undressed, and have sex with your dad…

Melania, Melania, When You Go, I Won’t Grieve – And Here’s Some Advice To Help As You Leave

Melania, Melania, you are old news,

Get cracking, start packing all your Jimmy Choos:

Melania, Melania, just leave with your kid,

Trust me, for sure – you’ll be glad that you did:

Melania, Melania, get out that pre-nup,

Read it, re-read it and then lawyer up:

Melania, Melania, go have a long rest,

And maybe, just maybe, someday you’ll…

I Have Some Advice For President-Elect Biden:

Under normal circumstances I would never presume to give advice to President-Elect Biden.

But these are far from normal circumstances.

And he’s far too busy to be thinking of this.

So here’s my advice:

Mr. President-Elect, do some serious fumigation of the White House before you move in.

I’m talking big-time, serious, 24/7 fumigating, until the fumes fill the White House and spill out into the evening air:

If you’re hesitating about this for even a moment, please consider:

COVID-19 has been in the White House for months.

Starting here:

Trump’s response:

“Yeah, that valet guy helped me get dressed every day, but I never met him.”

This positive test did nothing to prompt Trump and others to wear face masks and social distance.

So, as time passed, even someone as dumb as dirt was avoiding the White House:

“Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell has said he has been avoiding the White House since August ‘because my impression was their approach to how to handle this was different from mine and what I insisted that we do in the Senate, which is to wear a mask and practice social distancing.’”

Then came September 26, Trump’s super spreader event in the Rose Garden, and these consequences:

After that, in the White House, COVID-19 went viral, literally:

Then this:

At some point, the kid got it:

And then that creep, Mark Meadows, and his cohorts:

And this just in – HUD’s Ben Carson has tested positive:

It seems Meadows and Carson were at Trump’s election night party, along with hundreds of other maskless, no-social-distancing people.

Party hearty, folks!

It’s reached the point that the White House has earned the designation “Coronavirus Cluster”:

More of a “coronavirus cluster f**k,” if you know what I mean.

So, please, Mr. President-Elect, before you move into the White House…

Otherwise, to just walk in the front door you’ll have to suit up in full PPE – Personal Protection Equipment…

Fortunately, thanks to you, PPE will be available:

Calling Out Around The World – Are You Ready For A Brand-New Beat? Trump Is Out, And November 7 We Were Dancing In The Street!

We were dancing in Delaware…

In San Francisco, you see…

We were dancing from Seattle…

To Washington, DC…

We were dancing from Philadelphia, PA…

All the way to LA…

Wearing masks ‘cause we care…

In cities everywhere…

And I mean, everywhere…