President Nixon, trapped in a web of deceit and lies, for the good of the country, resigned
You should do likewise.
A self-confessed liar, our country needs a leader of impeccable honesty.
We are in the middle of fighting a coronavirus that already has claimed many lives. Despite the 24/7 efforts of our best doctors and scientists, it has been uncontrollable. It is proving much deadlier than the Black Plague of the middle ages or the influenza epidemic of 1918 which killed my oldest brother (I was infected but survived).
Born in New York City in 1914, I have been privy to many historical events. I have voted in every presidential election to this day. None is more important than the one coming up shortly. Two contenders with opposing viewpoints for our most important office, the presidency during a raging epidemic daily claiming the lives of thousands of people.
It is disheartening to watch on TV. Safety rules are flagrantly being broken, ignored by crowds of people despite the dangers to themselves and others (me and you).
We follow the rules often at great inconvenience and often confined to our living quarters for days. We are still in the midst of this pandemic.
Our TV, like giving the baseball scores daily, lists the number of people who have died and how many have recovered.
No one knows how it will end. It has been the deadliest plague in human history. The best any of us can do is to follow the advice of our leaders, take precautions to not spread the deadly virus.
Our mind is a remarkable instrument. How grey matter can process and store information is still a mystery to us after years of research. We have built a remarkable civilization using the knowledge stored in the grey matter.
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This morning, after a stomach-filling breakfast of a bacon and egg omelet by our master chef Danny, I walked around our table five times and then rested in our alcove sofa staring at the high-rise buildings next door.
“Morrie,” I said to myself. “Don’t waste a beautiful day.” Danny was watching TV. I nudged him.
“Danny, let’s go for a walk in the park.” He got up and showed me an L.A. Times photo. A smoggy scene of Downtown L.A. 90 degrees. Unhealthy outside air conditions. “It’s better to stay here.”
“You’re right,” I said. “I’ll go do some writing.”