Thursday, December 17, 2020

Absurdity

 Our governor in Louisiana is pleading with us to do what is necessary to limit the spread of Covid.  That is perfectly reasonable; I like it when the Governor pleads.

In Minnesota, the Governor has stretched into the absurd.  Minnesota is cold, okay, and he evidently hasn't looked at historical weather reports, nor does he understand that hypothermia is a thing.  John Hinderaker reports:

The idea that anyone will have dinner on Christmas or Christmas Eve outdoors under these conditions is a sick joke–a sick joke that is perpetrated by the governor of the State of Minnesota, who glories in his ability to perpetrate such absurdities. Likewise, the idea that it is viable for restaurants to stay in business via outdoor service in Minnesota in December and January is ridiculous.

Belle and I are talking about Christmas, and trying to decide on the menu.  She is voting for a traditional menu, with a turkey and a ham.   Because she controls 51% of the household voting rights, I suppose I should acquiesce.  We'll have a small gathering here, small under Louisiana standards, and maintain appropriate distancing.  Under common Louisiana practice.

But, the idea of an outdoor gathering in sub-freezing weather is a bit absurd.  Evidently the governor of Minnesota revels in absurdities.

There are some who claim that our Governor here in Louisiana is going to devolve into proto-fascism during the holidays, and it would not surprise me at all to see him try.  What should not surprise him is when his orders are routinely and universally ignored.  Free people don't ask permission.  

4 comments:

Whatever said...

Gibbeing lunatics like you remain the problem.

dturtleman said...

Hey, Whatever, why don't you climb into a nice, comfy wood chipper?

Whatever said...
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dogsledder said...

As a former resident of Minnesota, I suggest that the current governor be chained to a metal chair and table for a period of at least 45 minutes outdoors every night at suppertime. With a S-L-O-W waiter, who is waiting on him from inside a toasty warm restaurant.