I wouldn’t wish Covid-19 on anyone

I wish Donald Trump a full and fast recovery. I do. In April I was on the phone to my brother every day – multiple times a day towards the end – and it’s not a disease I would wish on anyone. And I think it’s clear now that he has the virus. To begin with, noting that his administration has the capacity to build their own conspiracies (and lie like hell) I was all for the idea he didn’t have the disease and was faking it so that he might show how easy it is cope with it … and/or he would survive and emerge macho-ly triumphant.

I think he will survive. We know a lot more about the disease now and he has the best medical care in the world. It’s a shame that thousands of Americans do not have the same care (‘come back when you need a ventilator …’ is a cry I’ve read often). And it’s also an interesting fact that the Walter Reed Military Hospital, where Trump is, is a social care hospital (ie, not private). Why? His Donaldness failed to pay any federal taxes for ten of the past 15 years … and just $750 last year. He’s certainly getting his money’s worth.

My problem is that it is almost certainly true that he knew he had the virus and was symptomatic on Wednesday – he may even have known on Tuesday, the day of the debate. He turned up late for that show; too late for a test. Between then and his announcement on Friday he’s visited a number of places, met countless people … throughout all of which he was contagious, and he didn’t inform anyone. In short, he knowingly spread the disease. A good number of people have/will get ill because of him (the list is already growing). Some may die. I know this sounds melodramatic, but it’s true. He is an awful, awful man. But I do hope he recovers. And loses the election in a landslide.

Finally on the Trump issue, and maybe with some karma, last Saturday the White House threw an event to celebrate the Republican selection for the replacement of Justice Ginsburg, a Democrat – whose dying wish to her niece was that she was not replaced in the Supreme Court until the next President is chosen. There’s huge history here: during the final year of Obama’s presidency the Senate repeatedly refused Obama’s pick … because it was the final year of the Presidency. Anyhow, with 40 days until the election, and with Ginsburg still unburied, the Trump administration chose their candidate … and last Saturday, with no social distancing and no masks, they held a celebratory party. Many among the guests, including His Orangeness, now have the disease: Ginsburg’s curse? Probably not.

[image error]had a lovely time at Jen and James’

Anyway, we’re fine. C’s dashing around getting us ready for Korea. We’ve read an article on our own 14-day government quarantine … it does seem extreme. But it will be something to tell our grandchildren. I will, of course, keep you posted [cost could be as much as £2200 – yikes.]

[image error]gratuitous gorgeous Cassie photo

I’ve done some admin stuff for Doris, and there is still more to do. I’m lining up remote work, even when I’m in Korea, which is nice. And we had a lovely evening with Peter and Karen on Friday, and just as fun time with Jen and James yesterday. Oh, and we binge-watched Us, on the BBC. It’s fabulous – just four hours long. It’s a bitter-sweet tale of an older couple looking to split up … taking the 17-year old son on a European tour. The acting is fab, you’ll laugh and cry and the vistas a lovely reminder of pre-covid days.

Anyhow, until mid-week!

[The car is booked in for an MoT on Wednesday … if she fails badly we might be buying a replacement before the weekend. We’ll see.]