The Ugliest Mobile Home In The Trailer Park

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7:04 am Pacific Standard Time

March 31, 2020

3,021  Coronavirus  Deaths In The United States


You know, people are being told that now is not the time to point fingers at Trump and his enablers and his thug  family for the devastation caused by the Coronavirus.

But the reality is some people have a lot of time to do exactly that.

I am one of those people affected by Trump’s horrific lack of judgment and common decency-  I was laid off from work,  so guess what. I know for a fact I have a little time to point a few fingers.

Here is a finger:

This is one single horrific example of what Trump and his lies, denial, pettiness and ineptitude have caused.  Doctors in New York are being told to, ” think more critically about who is intubated ” when their cases become overwhelming and they don’t have the resources to treat everyone in need of care.

Keep in mind, that those considered beyond the help of  this procedure will die with not a family member by their side but a Nurse- it’s a loving noble gesture but to die with a stranger holding your hand is different then  having the voices and touch of people you love in your final moments.

This is me pointing right at Trump: Every single death, every single person in mourning, every single person who is sick or lost a job or been furloughed and goes to sleep at night afraid and wakes up afraid- all of that is on Trumps hands.

Here’s another pointing finger:

In his efforts to hold his Racist Base with it’s blend of white men a few  who have told me ( as a non-white person ) with a straight face ” White Men are being discriminated against. We are a minority with less rights then everybody else now” Trump is going to be their savior and give them the world- a world where they can feel in charge, superior and above all given the entitlements that having white skin was promised to them at birth.

The United States has a petty thug for President. Doctors and Nurses are begging for medical equipment and you won’t get it if you don’t ‘appreciate’ Trump and you are not a Republican Governor.

His fans are anti-science, anti-vaxxers and apparently anti-reality- which I find funny because Trump  ran on his Reality TV Star persona.

Of course reality tv is anti reality so it fits into that poor thinking process.

You know, I had people in my life tell me that if respected them, cared about them I wouldn’t criticize Trump. I would listen and respect their point of view and I would watch Fox News so that I could see ‘both sides’.

Of course, these same people insisted Michelle Obama was a man, and President Obama wasn’t an American and was running our country into the ground  because black people- are well black-  and I was supposed to listen to that argument and “respect it’ too.

I stopped respecting these people. I cut myself off from them. I have a hard time talking to them because those relationships came with a proviso:

Get on my knees with them and praise Trump- The Petty Tyrant who has put people into their graves and turned  a great country into the ugliest mobile home in the Trailer Park.

Now I have to get on with my day- I’m going to walk my dog. Write and get on with my life- as damaged and trashed as it is by a Trust Fund Baby with the limited mental capacity of his best and most loyal supporter.

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Making Camp In Coronaville

On Thursday I was deemed a non-essential worker and as a result of that, I was laid off from work.

I’m lucky, I’m going back to work once we get the all clear.

Truthfully, my feeling are slightly wonky about my situation.

I  take the train to work in Seattle  and I was starting to feel like I was tempting fate everytime I went to work.  My company did offer us, before we were shut down, that we could take time off if we felt like we were compromising our health .

I didn’t feel that way, I just wanted to live my day to day life until I couldn’t.

Then we were sent home- and though I felt a stab of apprehension that being told that after putting in 20 years at the same job that I was being laid off and put on standby was bound to bring up,  I couldn’t disagree with the decision.  My biggest concern was catching the Virus and passing it on to my family – some of who have underlying health conditions that could put them in the high risk.

Up to the day I was was laid off, I spent March away from my family and April is going the same way-but it’s for the best.  I have felt  isolated for over a month now so I guess I can do another with less risk then the previous one I’ve just put in.

So starting on Friday morning I went into isolation and I am relieved. I feel like one less potential carrier out there can only be a benefit to us all.

I now have time to write, reflect, read, listen to Mozart and binge watch Lucifer as many times as I want. It might not seem  like a big grand meme inspiring  ‘how to quarantine’ plan or idea, but’s ok.

I’m only into memes that feature cute cats and dogs.

Besides, what I am thinking about is an image that has been popping into my head everytime I took the steps up from my train.

Back in 2012 the King Tut exhibit came to Seattle and part of the exhibit was a statue of Anubis that was placed in open areas to announce that the exhibit was in town.

Anubis  was impressive and I got to see him every day at work. I mean for a kid whose life’s ambition was to be an archeologist or a Mortician that giant statue looking down into my warehouse was AWESOME.

Now this picture, this image has taken on a new meaning for me.

Now it’s not screaming ‘that was awesome!’

Now it’s saying something far more somber.

It’s saying ‘stay at home.’

That’s it.

Just stay at home.




I AmThe Passenger

I guess if I had to choose a song to describe what it’s like venturing out into a world where ‘essential’ workers ride almost empty trains and buses and wait for the crosswalk lights to change from Walk to Don’t Walk ( even though it really doesn’t matter now because the traffic is so light ) I’d choose this one by Iggy Pop.

What am I saying?

I have chosen it.

It’s called ” Passenger “


Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The Passenger
Iggy Pop

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s ripped-back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin’ la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
Get into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
See the city’s ripped backsides
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks…


Fun Times In Coronaville

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Now that there are not so many people around, I had no idea that there was so much space-plus the air smells better.

I went to the grocery store last night.

There were about six guys standing in front of the cooler where the beer is kept.

The six guys were having this deep conversation about the quality and cost of the beer- and then I realized what they were doing was figuring out how much each of them needed to get drunk and maybe a couple of more for after they sobered up.

Then they made their choice and grabbed a few cases.

So it took me a few minutes to realize they were doing the math because they didn’t want to hoard the beer and were only going to buy enough to get bombed on.


They wanted to leave enough for other people to get wasted.

Sometimes humanity brings a tear to my eye and sometimes humanity makes me wish that the cockroaches would step it up and take over the world already.


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The Monster Child

FOWC with Fandango —Child


I stitched myself together

from the remains of my childhood self

Doctor  Frankenstein has nothing on me!

I was focused, driven insane by ambtion

to make something out

of nothing.


I have been asked:

Why use that face?

It’s damaged-it lacks character beauty its crooked and lopsided-  its enough to give anybody nightmares.

Look at those hands- misshapen, bent,  graceless – don’t touch me with those things!

Short, squat- I don’t know  where that body came from- Mother was tiny and petit Grandmother was tall – she had dancers legs and everyone wanted to take her picture.

The voice, oh GOD that voice. Do yourself a favor- talk softly because nobody wants to hear that noise in their ears.

And that brain- oh that defective, slow, colorless  brain-cobbled together by DNA from  the mental defectives on both sides of the family.


I stitched myself together

from the left over bits of my childhood self

the remains and the reminders of people nobody wants to remember

Go away Monster they say, they demand- here’s a dollar buy a clue- get lost kid


now when I look into the mirror

a monster that I created  looks back at me.





Above Me

 Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday at Linda G Hall’s blog is “figure.”

I figure that the blue sky is somewhere above the clouds- those always present dark black clouds full of crackling lighting, soft snow with teeth and rain -cold, brutal almost invisible to the naked eye, rain.

I think those clouds look heavy, they look like they could crush you- smoother you but they can’t. They are light and float under that Blue Sky as innocent as a newborn puppy with a black dot on it’s caramel colored ear.

No all monsters snap bones, drink blood, hide under your bed with butcher’s knives, marry your daughter and black her eyes  betray your son with his best friend.

Some monsters float above us and hide that Blue Sky for so long, we almost forget it was ever there.


The Nail

A few days ago I was outside playing fetch with my dog and we got into a friendly game of ” drop it what does drop it mean?” When all of the sudden one of my acrylic nails popped off.

I was looking at my now naked nail and ugly finger ( my hands, yuck they are UGLY ) when this thought popped into my head.

” You know Anita, if they all popped off you could play the guitar again.”

After we went in ( I lost at the game of drop it, what does drop it mean)  I pulled my guitar out of the closet, took it from it’s case and tuned it’s dull yet ok strings. Here’s the funny part. I gave this to myself 6 years ago after not playing guitar for over 15 years and then put it away.

I was surprised I could tune it by ear. It was a surprise.

Then I tried to find the rest of my gear.

Most of it was gone, I gave it to my brother and my Amp is a Vox Super Beatle that can NO WAY be used where I live now because that baby is LOUD.

So I went on line and ordered a little practice amp and all that stuff you need if you want to play.

Plus I bought headphones.


Then I went to work at taking off the rest of my nails- not so awesome. But I did it and managed to not hurt myself. I tell a lie. It did hurt. Oh well.

I am ready to go back to playing the guitar- without a doubt that impulsive little thought was the best decision ( coupled with taking my writing seriously ) I’ve made in years

and it came to me out of nowhere all because I broke a nail.

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My beautiful Ibanez.

I’ve always used Boomer strings-no reason.  Strings are pretty much all the same as far as I’m concerned, but I bought these because of those Millennial Snowflakes who decided I’m a World Destroying Bernie Bot Hater – an ignorant  Boomer who stumbles around with the help of a walker and I take loads of medication so I won’t die 

It’s a derogatory  term when it comes out of their tender littler mouths.

So yeah.


Eff you snow flakes.


This is my dog and my guitar- toss in my writing and that is my world now.

I know- awesome, right?