Saturday, March 14, 2020
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Today is Pi Day!
Pumpecapple Piecake
What pie weighs 24lbs (10.8kg), feeds 80 people and is the ultimate holiday treat?
Obviously, it's the Pumpecapple Piecake – a crazy three-layer invention that
combines a pumpkin pie baked in a pumpkin spice cake, a pecan pie
baked in chocolate cake and an apple pie baked into a spice cake.
Obviously, it's the Pumpecapple Piecake – a crazy three-layer invention that
combines a pumpkin pie baked in a pumpkin spice cake, a pecan pie
baked in chocolate cake and an apple pie baked into a spice cake.
(The slices must be very thin to feed 80 people!)
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The bill for MAGA has come due, Trump supporters.
It’s time to pay up.
The deferred invoice for you selling your souls is here.
It’s time to pay for every incendiary campaign boast you cheered,
every factless diatribe you vigorously applauded,
every nonsensical middle-of-the-night tweet you boosted,
every dehumanizing stereotype and slur you shared,
every callous and cruel rally insult you passionately amen-ed.
It’s time to pay for every denial of Scientific evidence,
every terminated qualified conscientious objector,
every attack on factual, responsible journalism,
every vicious assault on objective reality,
every star-spangled dog-and-pony show distraction,
every lazy xenophobic caricature,
every tired racist tirade.
Many people have been footing the bill for a long time: migrants and Muslims and transgender people, young black men, refugees, the sick and the poor, already vulnerable communities pushed all the way to the brink—and now past it.
You were paying too of course, you were just too willfully ignorant or intellectually negligent to realize it. Over and over we tried to tell you about the cost: the civil rights you were sacrificing too, the environmental protections you were losing as well as we were, the safety and security you were relinquishing alongside us. We tried to tell you that this hardship was not a partisan expense, that his moral bankruptcy would eventually hit you hard too.
You felt immune from the spreading sickness. You felt invincible, because your messiah told you that you were winning and that was enough for you.
He was lying to you as he always does, but you preferred to believe the lie because it felt warm running through your veins even as it was poisoning you—the intoxicating, cheap high of making America great while owning the Libs. That was a costly drug, that arrogance—and you were slowly going broke in your addiction.
Now, in the middle of a burgeoning pandemic and a precipitous market crash and a hopelessly fractured nation, the bill is coming due.
You can’t avoid paying anymore.
You’re here with us.
I think even you realize that now.
This President didn’t create this virus,
but he ignored it,
denied it,
minimized it,
joked about it,
weaponized it,
politicized it,
exacerbated it.
He generated a steady stream of partisan attacks and conspiracy theories and abject lies created in the moment, and the kind of “I am smarter than anyone in the room” sermonizing that cult leaders bellow all the way to the terrible and tragic end.
He is culpable for the chaos and the unnecessary illness, and yes the preventable deaths because of it—and you are too.
This is the human cost of the MAGA cult delusion, and we’re all paying for it now equally, however we vote and wherever we live and whatever we value.
Pandemics don’t choose sides or spare voting blocks or respect affiliations.
He will pay for it in November and in the unflattering, incorruptible light of History.
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