To the Class of 2020

Go ahead, say it. SCREAM it! We can’t do anything, anyway, and in the context of a pandemic? Absurd.

Well. That sucked.


Dear Class of 2020:

This is seriously fucked up.

Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition, FUBAR, as the fightin’ boys used to say.

What can I say? What can anyone say?

The year started out right, football games under the Friday night lights, Homecoming, hangin’ out. Ruling the school. Finally.

It was your year, the year, 20/20 vision. Perfect, bitch. Deal with it.


The rest of us don’t know the half.

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My daughter is one of you. She walked out of her high school on the afternoon of Friday, March 12, expecting to return Monday, like any other weekend.

And THAT was IT.

Senior year over. Done. A flash of light, there and gone into a long shelter-in-place night, like the floods that should’ve illuminated spring soccer matches, choir concerts and awards ceremonies. Never to come back again, except to clear out lockers and turn in PLDs.

PLD. Personal learning device. It’s a goddamn computer.

Just one more absurdity in all this mess.


PLD morphed into another absurd acronym – ‘CO’ for ‘corona,’ ‘VI’ for ‘virus’ and ‘D’ for disease.

Absurd. Sure, the acronym makes sense, but nothing about what it’s meant for the Class of 2020 does.

For fuck’s sake, how could the people who are supposed to be running the show let this thing take over? But then again, not surprising. Their track record with the whole “taking care of things” thing is weak. No cap.


Oh, sure, you’ve been “e-learning,” for what that’s been worth. Administrators, teachers, parents – everyone’s been doing their best “under difficult circumstances,” but…

No time with friends that, now, you’ll barely see again, if ever. No prom. No proper graduation.

Maybe you watched LeBron’s special and listened to the message from Barak Obama.

Yeah. That was nice. Thanks for that, but, no offense…

Not even close.

Triggered doesn’t even begin to touch what this has felt like for you, I’m sure. What it must still feel like.

FUBAR gets closer, maybe, but it’s doubtful you’d want some old-school expression trying to describe your feels.

Call it whatever you want. Only you have naming rights.

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I said to my daughter, “Wow, you and your classmates are the first class to ever deal with anything even remotely like this. However you’re feeling is O.K.”

No response. None necessary.

Thanks, Dad, but keep that crap to yourself. Don’t try. You’re just making it worse.

What was I thinking?

All the absurd platitudes about how you can achieve anything now, you’ve already been through horrible shit so you’ll be fine, accomplish great things, solve the world’s problems…

Gee, thanks, but there’s enough pressure already.

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I am so sorry for my daughter, her classmates, high school seniors across the nation.


Go ahead, say it. SCREAM it! It’s O.K. We can’t do anything, anyway, and in the context of a pandemic? Absurd.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Here we are, Memorial Day, in the FUBARest of circumstances.

You probably won’t want to remember, let alone memorialize, getting ready for a graduation ceremony that’s potentially dangerous and scary, not to mention heartbreaking beyond conceptualization. Not what you wanted, to say the least.

Less than a week away and the school system still hasn’t decided how it’s going to go down.

It could be the entire class spaced six feet apart, taking turns walking over a raised stage, maybe outside, maybe inside, picking up that diploma from a stack on a table, not shaking hands with anyone and no family to cheer. They won’t be allowed to come.

It might be your class split into two or three different ceremonies based on the first letter of your last names. At least that way, the superintendent says, there would be enough space for parents to attend and still adhere to the 6-foot social distancing requirement. But no one else. They’ll have to watch on YouTube.

You won’t even be able to graduate with some of your best friends if it comes to that; their last names start with “J” or “S” or “Z”, not A through F.

A –

Absurd. Absurd. Absurd.

F –

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Wherever you are, it might be… whatever it winds up being there.

Graduation party?

All right. Don’t make us cry even more.

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So. Looking ahead…


We know, but…

Many colleges have no idea how they’ll open for the in-person experience of every other class before you. How will they keep you safe? Do you really want to go to a football game with thousands of other screaming people?

Yes, you say, you’re aware.

Roommate? Did they test her? Take his temp before he moved in, at least? Are they from a high-infection area, or…? Anyone they lived with recently die?

That shit is fucking morbid.

But what about the dining hall? Classes? It’s hard enough to ask questions as a freshman, let alone do it through a double-layered mask. Concerts? Parties?

Don’t worry. Your eyes are really expressive.

Please stop talking.

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The platitudes don’t even exist. The fucked-up fact is you are the first class to ever have to deal with anything even remotely similar. You’ll have to make it up as you go.

We love you.

We’ll help any way you say we can.


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Pouring coronavirus stimulus funds down a hole. Literally.

Despite people and small businesses struggling to make it day to day amidst the coronavirus pandemic, the North Dakota Emergency Commission is giving the oil industry a $33.1 million gift. That’s OUR money.

Using the money to plug oil wells? Surely not… Right?

A treatment that benefits only one industry in North Dakota is a tough pill to swallow for thousands of the state’s citizens who have lost their jobs due to the coronavirus pandemic. In fact, it shouldn’t go down easy for any U.S. taxpayer.

James MacPherson of the Associated Press reported last week that the all-Republican North Dakota Emergency Commission approved $33.1 million of the $1.25 billion the state received in coronavirus stimulus funding from the federal government to plug “orphaned” oil wells.

The funding came to the state as a result of the CARES Act, passed by Congress in March, which provided states financial assistance to help them deal with coronavirus pandemic-related expenses such as aid for hospitals and emergency response teams, purchases of medical and protective equipment and payroll support for healthcare providers. It also is intended to help states recover economically.

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Women Heads of State Jump Ahead of the Coronavirus Pandemic Curve

These leaders kick ass big time.

It’s high time the United States “Put a Woman in Charge,” too.

Women are taking charge, pushing back and kicking ass all over the place. They have been for quite a while.

More Girl Power to ya, I say, as the husband of one strong woman and the father of two more.

Not that they or any other women need to give two shakes about what I have to say; they certainly don’t need approval from me or any other man.

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Luck is All That’s Left in This “Reopened” Coronavirus World. If You’re Lucky.

Just another immunocompromised guy placing one foot in front of the other, hoping to stay one step ahead.

Walkin’ It Out


I say it only quietly, even in my mind. Coronavirus could hear. It might pick up even the faint whisper. It could come after me, track me down or sic someone on me. And one is all it takes.

One person.

One interaction.

One chance meeting.

One sneeze hanging in the air.

One breath.

One coronavirus infection.

One badass case of COVID-19.

One more potential death.

The “ones” apply not just to the immunocompromised, like me, but to anyone and everyone. My quiet mind keeps coming back to this.

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Watch Those Red-State Coronavirus & COVID-19 Figures, Folks

Truth will once again be a casualty of the politics of pandemic.

“It has to be said.”

The novel coronavirus and COVID-19 numbers for the United States are about to go squiffy.

** Left-Wing Conspiracy Theory Alert **

That is to say, they’re about to go squiffier than they have been up to this point. That is further to say they’re going to go squiffier in states with republican (red) governors who…

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Trump Announces New Coronavirus / COVID-19 Deterrent and Treatment Procedure

President says threat of “blue-leakage” infections of red-state governors and voters with progressive ideology (and coronavirus) too dangerous to ignore.

Painting the Rest of the Nation Red

Washington, D.C. (April 29, 2020) – President Donald Trump announced today a new deterrent/treatment procedure for stopping the spread of coronavirus in the United States and aiding in the treatment of citizens already afflicted with COVID-19.

Military fighter planes are coating blue-state cities and states with an oil-based red paint developed by a company owned by Trump’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, who is also the White House innovations director and senior advisor to the president.

Flanked by Dr. Deborah Birx on one side and Kushner on the other, Trump announced his plan to paint blue cities and states red with trillions of gallons of a special coating developed by Paint by J’s.

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