Otherworldly. Whew! What’s it like to look at the bloody heirloom in all its ruin? https://twitter.com/davidaxelrod/status/1313255024730963968

Take a look at Covid Trump. Ladies and gentlemen, that’s Johnny Reb.

The absolute best thing you can do is laugh. If you can really truly deeply just absolutely crack up and the sheer audacity of this dumbass, it probably means you are sane, by which I mean, not American.

Look at that old man trying to convince us he can breathe! That’s the old plantation, that’s the redemption of the southland, that’s it right there.

America for me or no one
Health for me or no one
Prosperity for me or no one

Do you hear how precisely this tracks the American ideal? “I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.” This is the inverse of that generosity, and it’s twin.

The writers outdid themselves in the sense that if someone had imagined an image that perfect, they would literally be a genius. But no, it happened on its own. In America.

That old man, right there at the intersection of “if I can’t be healthy, I’ll infect everyone!” and “maybe I’m immune, who knows?” and “you can’t let it dominate you,” that’s America.