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Early in the 18th century, while the Spanish Inquisition still raged, the Catholic Church fathers declared an 18-year old girl guilty of heresy, and they did to her what they had done to thousands of others over the previous 200 years: They burned her at the stake.

We don’t know what heresy the girl was accused of. Possibly she was a Jew who had refused to convert to Catholicism under orders of the Inquisition. At any rate, they subjected the girl to the auto-da-féthe “act of faith” by which the flames that consumed her body also would purify her soul, so that it could enter into Heaven cleansed of sin, and sit forever at the side of Jesus.

Even as the Inquisition was expending its last energies in Europe, a new movement was arising: The Enlightenment. Led by men such as Voltaire, Montesquieu, Spinoza, Hobbes and Locke, the new movement sought to overthrow what it perceived as the brutal and irrational cult of religious-Christian superstition which had dominated European thought for a millennium, and replace it with what we might today call “secular humanism”—an approach that emphasized the worth of the individual mind and conscience, stressed the importance of science over superstition, and was based upon Greek and Roman philosophical notions of freedom, truth, reason and beauty.

The 18-year old girl’s horrible murder did not go unnoticed. Just to the north of Spain, across the Pyrenees in Bordeaux, Charles-Louis de Secondat, the Baron de Montesquieu, was a wealthy lawyer who had left that profession in order to devote himself to philosophical studies. (Montesquieu’s essays about man and reason became powerful influences on our American Founding Fathers, especially James Madison). How Montesquieu learned of the girl’s death, we do not know; but he wrote about it, in a work in which he assumes the guise of a Jewish man speaking to the leaders of the Inquisition.

In his remarks, Montesquieu—the consummate humanist and rationalist—is scathing concerning the Church’s “crimes.” The Roman Church, he thunders, had become “incorrigible, incapable of all enlightenment and of all instruction; and a nation [i.e. Spain] is very unhappy that gives authority to men like you.” He has a particular message for the murderers who lit the girl’s pyre: “We must warn you of one thing; it is that, if someone in the future ever dares to say that the peoples of Europe had a police in this century in which we live, you will be cited to prove that they were barbarians, and the idea one will have about you will be such that it will stigmatize your century and bring hatred on all your contemporaries.”

By “police,” Montesquieu referred, not to our modern notion of a civic police force, but to older Latin concepts of policy, or politics: the idea that a rational people will tend towards justice and reason, if governed correctly and educated in a rational, scientific way. He meant, in other words, that there apparently was no such moral force in Europe in the 18th century—at least, not in Catholic Spain. If you think about Montesquieu’s warning, it’s clear that it has come true: we look back at the Inquisition, at the psychotic Church “fathers” who burned little girls at the stake, and we indeed do stigmatize them and hate what they did and what they stood for.

A modern version of Montesquieu’s warning might well be adapted for the evangelicals and others who form the base of the modern Republican/Trump political party. Like the Inquisitors of Spain, they too believe they, and only they, know the word of God, and that God has instructed them to do what has to be done in order to carry out that word, and hasten the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. Like the Inquisitors of Spain, they harbor no doubts about the correctness of their actions. Like the Inquisitors of Spain, they too engage in heinous acts. Perhaps they no longer burn people at the stake, but they indulge in hateful actions and speech against people whom they consider their enemies, and they enable a president who, by his words and deeds, causes pain, suffering and death. And like the Inquisitors of Spain, they gaze upon that pain and suffering and death and see that it is good, because it is the will of their God.

So here is Montesquieu’s warning, recast for 21st century Republicans: “if someone in the future ever dares to say that the Christian Republicans of America had a moral imperative, you will be cited to prove that those dreadful people, the evangelicals, were barbarians. And the idea one will have about you, and about your leader Trump, will be such that it will stigmatize your century, your political party, your false version of religion, and bring hatred on all your contemporaries.”

It’s too bad that we People of the World can’t get rid of these strains of superstitious bigotry and stupidity forever, so that Reason, and Reason alone, will rule. There seems to be some metastasizing corruption that keeps spurting out of some humans, in the guise of “religion,” so that for every two steps we take forward, we’re tugged one backward. The new Inquisition has become Republican evangelical Christianity, its Grand Inquisitor Donald J. Trump. And we know exactly how history will treat it, because we’re writing that history right now, and you’re witnessing it.

Trump seems to be getting pretty good polls on coronavirus


That’s according to a new ABC News/Ipsos poll. This baffles a lot of Democrats, so let’s break it down. We all agree that his initial handling, or mishandling, of the crisis was disastrous. He said cases would be “down to zero” soon. He lied about coronavirus being “a Democrat hoax.” For these statements alone, which have and will cost lives, he should have been thrown out of office.

But since last weekend, he’s sprung into high gear. He has his daily T.V. show, with his supporting actors beside him. He knows how to generate headline-grabbing bullet points: direct payments to every American. Closing the borders. Working closely with the Governors and even with Pelosi and Schumer. Producing tests, PPE and ventilators at a furious pace [a lie]. The “curve” should start to go down by mid-summer. We’re doing a tremendous job. And so on.

To the extent Americans see him every day on their television sets (and with so many of us sheltering in place, there’s not much else to do besides watch T.V.), this is somewhat reassuring. He’s there, apparently taking it seriously; better late than never.

So we have to start from there: his effort to rehabilitate himself is working. To tell you the truth, if a pollster called me up and asked if I approve of the job Trump is doing on coronavirus, and “yes” or “no” were my only choices, I’d have to answer “Yes.” If Obama or Biden were president, I don’t know what either would or could be doing now, besides or in addition to what Trump is doing. Maybe they’d have a different approach to the economic aspects of the crisis—more direct help to workers, less to corporations. I don’t know; the administration and the Congress are still working out the details. But Trump seems to be doing what has to be done.

Despite the positive polls, this is not necessarily good news for Trump. He’s getting overall credit for doing his job. That’s a pretty low bar. It’s actually the first time he’s done anything that a majority of the American people approve of. I don’t think he can leverage that into a general uptick in his overall approval ratings—but then, I never underestimate the gullibility of the American people.

Emotionally, I veer between despair and hope. My banker called on Friday to tell me he thinks second quarter GDP and stock market performance will be disasters, but that the third and fourth quarters of 2020 should start us on the road to recovery. Okay. At the same time, I think of industry after industry collapsing: airlines, autos, food service, travel, retail, small business—and I can’t see how to avoid a Depression. There’s a standard meme in political speeches, to the effect that “America is resilient, we can get through anything.” Yes, I suppose so. We got through the last Depression and World War II, we got through the Cold War and Sept. 11, we got through the Great Recession that started under George W. Bush; and maybe we’ll get through this too.

But how long will it last? How much suffering will ensue? And what will be the long-term impact of COVID-19? Americans were already divided; now, we’re physically afraid of each other. Hand-shaking may be dead, hugging a quaint anachronism. But I will give coronavirus credit for this: the supermarkets now let senior citizens like me get in before everybody else. As Martha Stewart would say, that’s a good thing!

Sheltering-in-place is now all of California


Yesterday, it finally sank in.

The reality of the shelter-in-place, I mean. The order was only given in Northern California on Monday: four days ago, but it seems like months. And we don’t know how long it will last.

The boredom, lack of stimulation, the same four walls. The biggest thing is going stir-crazy. What to do all day long? I have three books I’m reading, one in the bedroom, one in the living room and one in the bathroom. The San Francisco Chronicle keeps me busy for a while. Walking Gus gets me out of the house. And T.V….as much as I love watching it, it’s getting tiresome.

I was out of laundry detergent so I went shopping yesterday morning. The first two supermarkets I went to were out. Finally found some at Target. But lots of empty shelves. I mean, lots! Which makes me wonder…

I haven’t been hoarding, yet, the way so many others are. But maybe it’s time. All those empty shelves are stark reminders, not just of hoarding, but of the fragility of the supply chain. Everything on a store shelf has to be transported there by truck from someplace else. And it has to be manufactured or produced someplace else. A can of soup…a bag of almonds…ramen…a six-pack of toilet paper…a box of laundry detergent…hamburger meat…Clorox…yogurt…eggs…these are things we expect to be there on the shelf when we want them. When they’re not there today, will they be there tomorrow? The next day? When they are there, do I buy just what I need—or do I load up, because who knows how long it will be before they’re back on the shelf again?

This is what we’re starting to wonder, I think. How far can this go before…before what? There was a story on the evening news a few days ago about how a local gun store, just south of San Francisco, was mobbed with customers. They interviewed some of them: they weren’t NRA ammosexual wackos, but ordinary people, parents concerned about their families. They’re doing the same mental arithmetic as I am: If things get really bad, there could be roving bands of brigands, banging on doors, demanding…toilet paper! Soup! Canned beans! Bread! Beer!

“Brigand” … an old word, Middle-English in origin, related to the word “bandit.” “One of a roving band,” says my Webster’s. Related also to the word “brigade” : “a large unit of soldiers; a group of people organized to function as a unit to do some work, as a fire brigade.” The word we’re really concerned with, though, is brigandage: “the practice of highway robbery and plunder.” My bathroom book is, by coincidence, “Wanderings,” Chaim Potok’s History of the Jews. In it he describes the overrunning of Roman Europe by bands of Visigoths, Vandals and other “pagans” and “barbarians” who swept in from the East and North and tended to steal, rape, pillage and murder along the way. They were brigands practicing brigandage. They brought on the Dark Ages, which lasted for centuries.

Are we…could we be…No, of course not. This is America. This is the 21st century, not tenth century Gaul. It couldn’t happen here. We have the American military to protect us, police forces, sheriffs’ departments, the National Guard. Don’t we? Surely our men and women in uniform would be in our hometowns and on our streets if there were the threat or actual instances of brigandage? We can rest easy at night knowing that nothing bad will happen.


There’s been a lot of reporting about how people are not taking the shelter-in-place seriously. They’re continuing to gather in crowds, walk closely, etc. And it’s not just young people: I saw a bunch of old people clustering together yesterday at the entrance of the Oakland Senior Center. A friend of mine yesterday (Thursday) afternoon told me she has a friend who was just fined $400 here in Oakland for not staying six feet away from somebody. That was an eye-opener. Really? But it seems to be true. Here’s a link to Santa Clara County’s shelter-in-place ordinance, which is the same as all the other Bay Area counties’: It explicitly states, “Please read this Order carefully. Violation of or failure to comply with this Order is a misdemeanor punishable by fine, imprisonment, or both. (California Health and Safety Code § 120295, et seq.).”

Now, this isn’t as draconian as in China, where the police literally grab pedestrians off the street in quarantine areas and haul them off to jail (which is why China is containing spread of COVID-19). China is autocratic; we’re not. You won’t get grabbed off the street for walking next to your spouse.

But you might be fined!

Things are getting spooky. That’s what I mean by “It finally sank in.” And yesterday, Gov. Newsom made shelter-in-place mandatory for all of California. This is real; it’s happening; it’s not going away. Trump doesn’t know what to do. Governors don’t know what to do. Like us, they’re watching this unfold in real time, throwing spaghetti at the wall, and keeping their fingers crossed it won’t get too bad. I really, really hope it doesn’t. For you, for me, for the poor workers who are getting laid off in droves, for the kids who can’t play with their friends, for us all.

The Coronavirus Strain: a new novel by Donald J. Drumpf


In the book and movie The Andromeda Strain, the Federal government, at the highest levels, had a secret plan in place to deal with a national emergency, like a killer disease from space. According to the plan, the moment a certain defined event occurred—as it did in the fictional Arizona town of Piedmont–everything else clicked into place, down to the most exquisite detail, and sparing no expense.

Well, here we are living in The Coronavirus Strain. You would think the government would have had a plan in place for something so predictable. Any Hollywood screenwriter might have come up with this nightmare scenario:

A new virus is unleashed on the world from China.

It spreads from country to country.

The American government is oblivious from the start.

The rest of the world collapses.

The American economy falls apart; social cohesion ends.

Legal authority is challenged by private militias of roving brigands.

Well, those are just the beginning scenes of a movie that could be a blockbuster, if in fact Americans were allowed to go to the movies. Which, increasingly, we’re not.

Trump’s strategy is now clear. He had first to overcome the embarrassment of his “Coronavirus is a Democrat hoax” fib. He did that his usual way: barreling through, lying, always thinking in terms of his personal political advancement, trusting in the short attention span of Republicans. We don’t know if this strategy has worked, but he seems to believe it has: he’s going to be the new War President, Trump-as-FDR who led us to victory against a foreign [“Chinese”] enemy.

In Trump World, that makes sense. His voters love him best when he’s the most aggressively combative. They don’t care whom he fights with, as long as it’s a group they can demonize: Muslims, gays, snowflakes, Mexicans, Europeans, the media. Now it’s a virus.

It’s difficult for most of us to watch him on his new daily T.V. show, “Fighting Coronavirus.” His co-stars aren’t very interesting. Granted, Dr. Hunk, the Surgeon-General, is eye candy, and Dr. Fauci, playing the scientist, is the Kramer of the bunch; the rest of them are forgettable. But then, Trump doesn’t like competition. He’s the star, and let no one commit the blasphemy of lese-majeste.

Trump is doing what he has to do; so is McConnell, who told his fellow rightwingers in the Senate to “gag, and vote for it anyway.” I’ve been listening to the debate, as have you; this $1,000 one-time payment seems ridiculous to me. A thousand bucks will maybe pay somebody’s April rent and buy some food. What happens in May? We’re practically being guaranteed this shelter-in-place crisis will be going nationwide, and that it will last at least through (in Trump’s own words) “July or August.” By then, the unemployment rate will stand at a figure not seen in America since the Great Depression. Entire industries—airlines, entertainment, food, automobiles, retail—are shutting down, virtually overnight. One thing will lead to another. The dominos are falling.

The question leading into the November election is, Whom do you trust to lead us through this unprecedented crisis? For most of us, the answer is obvious: Anyone but Trump. Joe Biden is not the most inspiring candidate, but then, compared to the last president, Obama, nobody is. Obama was the gift of a lifetime. Obamas don’t grow on trees; we can’t complain about Biden because he’s not Obama. We have to play the hand we’re dealt, and for Democrats and Independents, that hand is Joe Biden.

I occasionally see idiots on Twitter or Faceback claiming that they’re Democrats but they can’t or won’t vote for Biden. I don’t know who these people really are. They might be Republican-Russian trolls just stirring up anger and fear among Democrats. They may actually be disgruntled Democrats who for one reason or another don’t like Joe Biden. My reply to them, either way, is: Great. Don’t fucking vote for Biden. We don’t want your vote. We—meaning the tens of millions of real Americans who are sick and tired of Trump and his Republican cult—are going to vote Biden in as president, regardless of who doesn’t like him. We have learned our collective lesson from 2016: If you don’t vote for the Democrat, you have no right to complain about the Republican.

The thing about Trump at his daily T.V. coronavirus program is how inauthentic he is. At least when he’s at a MAGA rally, he’s the real thing: thundering, lying, boasting, insulting, mugging for the camera, playing Mussolini. By contrast, on his coronavirus show he reads from scripts, seems tired and listless, the bags under his puffy eyes pink and sagging, his head fat and grotesque. There’s nothing there; he’s just going through the motions that his advisors tell him he has to go through: read the words as printed. Don’t improvise. Act as though you give a damn. If you play this well, you’ll get an Emmy—uhh, we mean, you’ll get through this crisis, and be re-elected. To paraphrase Rahm Emmanuel, never let a serious crisis go to waste. You didn’t expect coronavirus, but here it is: COVID-19 has rearranged the deck chairs. You have as much opportunity to benefit from the new normal as Biden. Maybe even more.

It could be true. But I don’t think so. Biden has been very good at one particular thing: pointing out Trump’s inhumanity and indecency. That’s the winning line. The Republican-Trump attack machine will attempt to portray Biden as sleepy old Joe, but what Biden has going for himself is the aura of decency. Everybody, even neo-fascists like Lindsay Graham, says Biden is a good man. Everybody knows Trump is a bad man. That’s what the choice is going to come down to, in this time of uncertainty and fear: Good vs. evil.

Greetings from “shelter-in-place” California

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We’re all going a little stir-crazy in the Bay Area. The shelter-in-place means that no one is allowed to leave their home, except under very limited circumstances. Even if we could leave, there’s not much to do: gyms and movie theaters are closed, ditto for restaurants, bars and coffee shops (except for takeout), and even the malls are shut down. Freeways are empty; public transit is running, but no one is taking the buses and trains.

I went to Whole Foods yesterday; it’s just around the corner. For the first time, I wore my face mask. Many shelves were empty: frozen foods, canned goods, rice, noodles and, obviously, paper supplies. No prepared foods or bulk foods—I wanted to buy some almonds or cashews, but couldn’t. Oh, well, it’s not the end of the world.

I see Trump every day on T.V. He said the other day he’d give himself a “ten” for his handling of the pandemic. I doubt if anyone else would. I’ll be the first to admit this isn’t his fault—he didn’t start the coronavirus. But he’s been an abject failure as a leader. His pathological lying has come back to haunt him. It’s called karma: for the last four years, he’s lied, and lied, and lied about everything, small things, big things, stupid things, important things…and now that we need a leader we can trust, we don’t have one. Well, I doubt if Trump has the self-honesty to understand why no one thinks he’s going a good job. And I doubt if the people around him are telling him that he brought this lack of trust upon himself.

I thought Joe Biden had the Democratic nomination all locked up, but with yesterday’s primary fiascos—shortage of poll workers, polling places closing, Ohio postponing, misunderstanding and confusion among voters—Bernie Sanders could say, “Wait a minute! We haven’t even had legitimate primary elections in major states. This thing isn’t over!” It’s so important for the Democratic Party to unify, but party unity may be one more victim of the coronavirus. Lord help us if we have a fractious Democratic Party going into the November election, the way we did last time. Circular firing squad and all that.

It’s impossible to play this thing out. Maybe coronavirus will dwindle away during the summer. Maybe it will come roaring back in the fall. In the 1918 pandemic, everybody thought the flu was gone by late summer. No such luck! There was flu 2.0, and it was worse than ever. That’s how viruses behave. COVID-19 is a brand new virus and disease, and nobody knows what it’s going to do next.

I have a confession to make: I wept yesterday. It was during the afternoon. I’d been sheltering in place, like most folks in the Bay Area. The T.V. was on to a news station. Somebody was talking about the economy cratering, and what that’s going to do to America. It took me back to Bernie Madoff, all that exhaustion and fear and panic. I just don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want America to go through this bullshit again: first Sept. 11, then the Great Recession, now coronavirus. It’s just too much. Too much. And despite myself, I wept. What’s happening to America? What have we done to deserve this? Why are we being tormented again? What is it doing to us, individually and collectively? Why can’t things get back to normal? Why can’t we have some years of respite? Why is it always something? Why, why, why? My tears only lasted for a few seconds. Gus was watching me; I scratched his head, and he rolled over for a belly rub.

And now, Gov. Newsom tells us that schools are likely to be closed throughout California for the rest of the school year. Wow. We’re not only getting sicker and poorer, we’re getting dumber. How does a civilization endure?

Coronavirus, and a courageous Judge speaks out


Greetings from the San Francisco Bay Area, where since midnight we’ve been living under the tightest restrictions in the country, due to coronavirus.

Six counties, numbering seven million people, have been ordered to “shelter in place.” This is a concept the Bay Area is used to, because of the vast oil refineries that line northern San Francisco Bay. Every once in a while, there’s an accident; people in the vicinity are told to “shelter in place.” But this is the first time that a shelter order has been imposed on the Bay Area as a whole.

We actually have few cases of coronavirus in the East Bay, where I live (Oakland/Berkeley), but there’s a big cluster of cases to the south, in Silicon Valley, and that was enough to convince the county health directors to band together and shut down the six counties. This morning, the freeways are empty, an odd site, because normally they’d be jammed.

We don’t know how long this will last; the initial order is for three weeks but, of course, if things are bad by the second week in April, no doubt the order will be extended, and maybe expanded. During the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic, here in Oakland the police were under orders to arrest anyone not wearing a gauze face mask (Oakland’s mayor, who refused, was actually brought into custody!). The police are not yet cruising the streets arresting pedestrians—so far as I know. I will shortly leave my house to do a little food shopping, and I hope I don’t get busted!

Anyhow, this is the new normal. It’s very scary and frustrating—worse than an earthquake, really, because earthquakes are over pretty quick, and then you pick up the pieces and get back to living. This pandemic won’t be over pretty quick. It will undoubtedly get worse. Nobody can tell us how much worse. I’ve emailed Gov. Newsom to tell him we, the people, more than ever need trusted leaders, to whom we can look for information and reassurance. I hope the Governor will go on T.V. and address the people of California…not just once, but repeatedly, the way FDR gave his fireside chats.

And now, on another front. Readers: I hope you take a moment to read this letter from James Dannenberg, one of the nation’s top judges, to Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts. Dannenberg just resigned from the Supreme Court Bar, one of the most prestigious legal seats in the country; membership is required for lawyers who wish to argue before the Supreme Court. In his letter, Dannenberg issued a scathing accusation against Roberts, personally, and against the other Republicans who currently serve on the court: Kavanaugh, Thomas, Alito and Gorsuch.

Dannenberg’s language is extraordinary. “You are doing far more— and far worse– than ‘calling balls and strikes”” he tells the Chief Justice. “You are allowing the Court to become an ‘errand boy’ for an administration that has little respect for the rule of law.”

There’s much more: “The Court, under your leadership and with your votes, has wantonly flouted established precedent. Your ‘conservative’ majority has cynically undermined basic freedoms by hypocritically weaponizing others.” And, in a sideswipe at the court’s Christian bias: “The ideas of free speech and religious liberty have been transmogrified to allow officially sanctioned bigotry and discrimination, as well as to elevate the grossest forms of political bribery beyond the ability of the federal government or states to rationally regulate it.”

What Dannenberg is saying, in essence, is that Roberts, under Trump’s prompting, has allowed the Supreme Court to become what the Nazi courts became in Germany during Hitler’s 12-year Reich: star chambers, beholden to Himmler’s security forces, which existed for the sole reason to glorify “Der Fuehrer” and to punish his “enemies,” who included anyone thought to oppose the Nazi regime.

Roberts, and the other Republican Justices, no doubt will read Dannenberg’s letter. Will they care about it? Probably not. They have not shown the slightest inclination to respect legal precedent, or the rule of law, or the Constitution, or our American values, so far. It’s unlikely that a mere letter will now convince them otherwise. Roberts is said to worry about his legacy, his position in history. If he is so concerned, he’ll begin siding with the four Democrats on the court, and will speak out against the very excesses Dannenberg is warning him about.

But Roberts, who as a Roman Catholic has to obey, not only his sworn allegiance to the Constitution but also the Vatican’s theocratic views, with its homophobia, anti-scientism and misogyny, may be too far gone into radical conservatism to reverse course, or even to understand how un-American he and the court have become. As for Kavanaugh and Gorsuch, we know they’ve been in the pocket of the rightwing Federalist Society all their careers. They’ve made no secret of whom their masters are: the neo-fascist billionaires who got them on the court. And then there’s Clarence Thomas, who molested Anita Hill, never apologized for it, and has consistently opposed any and all legislation designed to help his fellow Black Americans. In many respects—I firmly believe this—Clarence Thomas will be recorded as the worst Supreme Court justice in history.

So thank you, Judge Dannenberg, for speaking truth to power. I wish that every judge in America would similarly speak up and tell Roberts and his gang at SCOTUS that they’re insults to American jurisprudence.

My bad thoughts about a certain Republican woman


There was a woman on T.V. the other day. She wasn’t famous, just an ordinary American, in Ohio. They were interviewing her and her husband about the coronavirus. Her husband had a T-shirt that read “Make America Trump Again.” The reporter asked the woman what she thought about the virus, the spread of disease, the impact on the economy.

“Democrat hoax,” she replied. The camera zoomed in close to her face. It was hard, white, deranged, and utterly convinced that everything she’d heard on Fox “News” was the Word of God.

All I could think was, “I hope you get COVID-19. I hope your entire family gets it. And I hope you lose your job because of it.”

That’s really mean of me, no? I mean, we’re supposed to be praying for each other, not wishing catastrophe on our political opponents. I know, I know. I don’t feel good about it; I used to be a nice person. But I’m sorry, it’s how I feel. That woman—her husband—every single person who still supports Trump and buys into the Republican bullshit—they’re horrible, mean, wretched people. They deserve to get sick.

The reporter, who appeared just as stunned as I was to hear the woman’s insane remark, asked her why she thought coronavirus was a “hoax” perpetrated by Democrats. The woman’s reply was more Fox “News” propaganda. “Just like the Impeachment hoax,” she said. The reporter might have countered, “Impeachment wasn’t a hoax. It was real; it happened,” but she didn’t. Reporters don’t want to argue with interviewees, even when the reporter knows that her interviewee is wrong. I suspect what the woman meant was that Impeachment was a Democratic effort to undo the 2016 presidential election—this, too, is a standard Republican talking point. Well, yes, Democrats did try to undo the last election, if by “undo” you mean throw Trump out of office. But there’s nothing wrong with that; Impeachment is in the Constitution; it is an entirely legal thing to do, and the fact that Trump’s Senate majority—in a trance, marching zombie-like to his orders—acquitted him did not detract from the truth of Impeachment, or from Trump’s egregious attempts to blackmail Zelensky and then cover it up.

The question always returns to these diehard Republicans. Nothing will convince them of Trump’s unfitness. Nothing will change their minds. They are beyond fact, beyond evidence, beyond reason or even common sense. One third of the American public, perhaps more, has lost the ability to think critically, or to arrive at a moral judgment of a profoundly immoral man. That is even more dangerous to the future of our country than coronavirus.

And so here we are. As more and more sections of America shut down—entire cities, as well as entire industries—and more and more people sicken and die, and the economy crawls to a halt, what will that Ohio woman and her MAGA husband think? Perhaps their little midwestern suburban community isn’t feeling the impact yet, the way, say, Seattle and New Rochelle are. But it will come to Ohio, just as surely as it came to Washington State and New York State. And the virus will scythe its way through the woman’s community, through her family and her life and perhaps her livelihood. Will that change the way she views Trump? No. “It’s not his fault,” she’ll argue. Somehow, she’ll find a way to blame it on Obama (Trump has already begun this process), and I’m sure she’ll manage to drag Hillary into the blame game.

I gave up on people like that Ohio woman years ago, as soon as I realized how mentally ill they are. How can you rationally communicate with someone who thinks coronavirus is “a Democrat hoax”? They’re probably the same person who thinks that Adam and Eve and little Cain and Abel played with dinosaurs in the Garden of Eden. I’m not even sure we belong to the same species; if we do, I pray for the future of my species. The only way for me to be convinced I’m wrong about the Ohio woman is for her to admit she was wrong about Trump. And what are the odds of that?

So be safe! This is already starting out to be a horrible week. My life savings have lost 30% of their value in the last ten days. We’re in uncharted territory, and there’s Trump, trying to figure out how he can use the crisis to get re-elected. Maybe, he’s thinking, he can just cancel or postpone the November election, “in the name of national security.” I wouldn’t put it past him. Democrats would howl; Republicans would yawn, and pray to Jesus to save President Trump.

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