Well, someone decided simply to lie his way through his pants-down Brine Botch, but this glaring Broadband Breakdown seems to be proving rather a tougher nut to crack. The actual facts of the matter are of course much more widely known in the latter case, and this may be causing a problem. Not causing any problem at all is all this wonderful weather now hanging around out here in the wondrous Sweet Spot. We never quite reached the highs yesterday that had been forecast, but no one who was out in it had much to complain over. There won't likely be much yapping today either, as from a current reading of 52 degrees, we should be moving well up into the high 60's for most of the afternoon. There are a few clouds out there just now, but those should be taking a break soon that will last until well after dark. There's no chance of rain at all and we're seeing just the lightest of breezes, so the rest of the day is apt to be just as nice as was the trip this morning out to retrieve the daily paper. Nice. Well, aside from the lack so far of any wildlife encounters.
There's bad news meanwhile for the Easter Bunny, as
President Phineas T. Bluster has now proclaimed out of the blue that we will need at least another 30 days of social distancing if we are to survive as a people. The man is just totally out of it -- just a useless old codger, unclear and uncertain in his every thought, word, and deed. A Magic 8-Ball would have served us as well these past 3+ years. This latest flip-flop or U-turn sort of thingy is of course likely to have more adverse economic effects, as some small businesses (such as local restaurants) who had been hoping the dope actually would loosen the strings a bit are staring now at conditions that they may not be able to endure. In the best of all possible worlds of course, some small part of this recently enacted $2.2 trillion in emergency economic relief would come riding in to the rescue via local banking channels just about now, but more so far is the number doubting that such a thing will ever be pulled together effectivley by this self-serving GOP crew. The rest of us are at serious risk of being made only worse off for all the hoopla of it. We'll see.
In other news, MLB is now just about as dead as everything else. In a sort of positive note, Fanatics -- the makers of MLB uniforms -- have shifted now into making hospital masks and gowns. So if you see some pinstriped doc or nurse looking like he or she just walked in from the Yanks or Phillies bullpen, that's likely the reason why. Otherwise, Faux Commissioner Manfred has left both himself and the game he doesn't really care about hanging out to dry with no one on hand to take it all off the line again and bring it back in for folding and ironing. One day, we likely will see some sort of stirring on a baseball diamond once again, but wheels would have to be put back on the cart again first for that to happen, so it could all be yet a very long way off indeed.
Always a long way off of course, are the rattled rubes and ragamuffins of feeble Falls Church City. Recently fallen in so many cases off the back of a sputtering turnip truck, these pretenders are just in a very bad way these days. Even the one-time haven of Potomac Mills may not be cover enough for them now. Such a sad, sorry, and dispirited lot!