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Can Trump get any worse?

The States have plumbed the depths of immorality, led by the most immoral man in its history.  His 'America First' policy has meant that his government has hijacked vital medical supplies ordered by and destined for Germany and France, and had them sent to the USA.  Never mind that more Europeans will die as a result as long as the States is ok.

The mind boggles that, also in the States, essential services, which include food shops and pharmacies has now included gun shops.  They have been deemed to be critical to the well being of American citizens.  I am sure the person who receives the next bullet does not feel that his or her well being is a priority.   Meanwhile Dr Fauci, the only sane voice at the White House, has had to have his protection increased because of the number of threats against him.   This is just three examples of the slippery slope that America is on.  I rest my case.  Don't worry though.  Trump has put Jared Kushner, his son in law in charge.

Meanwhile countries are beginning to think about how we recoup normal life and I have to say it does not auger well for the oldies.  First they imprison us before anyone else, to protect us and then when others are allowed out we will continue to be imprisoned to protect us.  Whatsmore, no-one is sure whether the hot weather will help to kill it, whether it will return in the autumn or whether those who have already had the disease can catch it again.  So just to make sure we will remain imprisoned indefinitely - to protect us.

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