Election Day: Here We Are!

Mark Rubin

The angst drives me nuts, but I was blessed with a solution: a one-day trial on Election Day. I’ve spent most of Monday doing trial prep, and I will be blessedly oblivious until the trial ends on Tuesday afternoon.

I am very optimistic about election results and deeply pessimistic about our nation. Donald Trump represents the ugliest of the ugliness that we have adapted to. One example: Trumpers have been out in force for the past few days, messing with traffic by taking all lanes, driving slowly and, in Texas, trying to force a Biden bus off the road. POTUS cheers, but when I heard about these Jackasses hiding their license plates, I

Ugh!!!

Mark Rubin

I wrote most of a post on Monday and Tuesday morning. It focused on the tax return story. Not quite done, I got wrapped up in life for the rest of the week. The Tuesday Night Sh*t Show. Illness at work. A bad case. Blah, blah, blah. Then, yesterday morning, a sick president and, by late afternoon, an occupant in the Presidential Suite at the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.

On Friday morning, someone near and dear to me texted me about President Donald J. Trump’s health fiasco. No recent blogs, she inquired. Maybe, I said, and told her I had most of the tax thing done, but that it seemed like fish wrap, after

What Would You Do? Covid-19 Edition

Mark Rubin

On Facebook the other day, I engaged in a conversation about masks. I know, I know, I seem bright enough. But, sometimes I’m not!

Anyway, after a discussion with some moderately reasonable But Freedom types, one said: Well, what would you do? Stay tuned, I wrote, thinking I could never express myself adequately in a FB post.

I suspect my inquisitor wanted something simple, which he could knock down quickly. (A few days ago, intemperately, I called out a new business group for kvelling about a kickoff event sans masks or distancing. “You are pathetic,” said one fellow. Blocked.)

So, what would I do? To answer, I must discuss what I would