During my recent hospitalization there was an amusing period where I was whisked from my 11th-floor penthouse room back down to the 6th-floor ICU for… something. They were never very clear and neither was I.
Anyway, that didn’t even last a day, no treatment was administered, and I was whisked back up to the 11th floor to the very same room I had just left. Apparently this doesn’t ever happen and many were amused by my privilege.
On the wall facing one’s bed in Piedmont hospitals there is a whiteboard where the staff can update the date, the names of the staff, and other data, including the plan of care and the treatments appertaining thereunto. It’s very useful for those of us who might be still reassimilating into this multiverse.
When I arrived back in my penthouse room, of course, they weren’t expecting my return to that room — communication/updates could be slow, is all I’m saying — and so I had the following nice message greet me.
Welcome to 11B! it chirrupped, and I was touched.
However, as I pointed out to my nurse (Thomas), Welcome to 11B! is not a treatment plan. He laughed in agreement and looked up what treatments they were mulling over. He wrote them on the board, and I wish I had photographed them because 1) I can’t remember what they were; and 2) they never happened anyway.
Which brings me to my point: The [[[Republican Party]]] finds itself heading into the midterms with the most unpopular [[[President]]] in history — not to mention the most incompetent and most venal— and very likely to lose control of at least one house of Congress if not both.
Are they hunkering down and pointing out the success of the [[[Current Administration]]] and its policies? Are they touting their own laws that they passed? Are they proposing at least a chicken in every pot?
You might very well think that, but I could not possibly comment.
Just kidding, I am absolutely going to comment.
Here’s Senator Tommy Tuberville [R-AL] on the floor of the Senate:
That’s right, boys and girls, the most important thing you need to consider when you enter the polls to vote for the future of this great nation is that your pilot might find it fun to dress like a wolf cub when he goes to Burning Man. OOGA BOOGA! VOTE [[[REPUBLICAN]]]!
This is just a single example of what appears to be the only platform any [[[REPUBLICAN]]] is running on: fear and anger against anyone who is not white, Xtian, straight, nationalist, and mostly male. It’s the inverse of Welcome to 11B!— discomforting, alarming, and completely empty of anything of value. It is not, in fact, a treatment plan.
In other words, stampeding the amygdalas is all they’ve got.








