Moron of the Month - December 2020

 
In COVID-laden 2020, this monthly salute to stupidity has clearly taken on a political vent.   With our leadership flailing in their attempts to address the pandemic, we are in no shortage of morons.   And I am wondering how long into 2021 it will be before the eternally inept Joe Biden gets this honor from me.   I am thinking no later than February.

But for now, there are so many to pick through.  It could be Don Vito Cuomo, Governor of New York and slayer of old people.   Or NYC Mayor Bill de Blasio whose lack of intelligence is actually mesmerizing.  Or LA Mayor Eric Garshitty who couldn't manage his exit from a shower stall.

But, for December 2020, nobody is a bigger moron than California Governor Gavin Newsom whose reckless management of the state is destroying its long term...hell, short term...viability.  Forget the fact that he just loves to lock down the state for the slightest of reasons.   Don't even think about the fact that COVID unemployment benefits were first paid out to illegal aliens before anyone else.  Last month, little Gavin achieved a riotous and idiotic moment that likely and hopefully will be his complete undoing as an elected leader.

After months and months of crippling small businesses with strict health regulations, New-scum had the audacity to defy every one of the rules he put into place.   On Election Night, he and 11 other sycophants decided to celebrate the Election Day results by having a nice meal out at the French Laundry in Napa Valley.  This is a multi-starred Michelin-rated eatery.  The bill was way past 10 thousand dollars.   I can only imagine how much of the citizenry tax dollars paid for that.

When news broke out about this soiree, New-scum went out of his way to explain it away.  Every one was masked.   Social distancing was practiced.  And, oh, yeah, they were outdoors.

Uh huh.

What Governor Dummy didn't count on was that there might be other patrons at the French Laundry that night.   One lady at another table noticed the Governor and his hungry group of suck-ups.  She snapped a few photos that somehow found their way to the internet.

Well, lookee there.   There's the Governor at the head of the table.  I see no masks, do you?   I see people sitting shoulder to shoulder.   I don't need a ruler to tell that the distance ain't six feet.   And they are clearly INDOORS.  Unless, of course, somebody has figured out how to hang a chandelier from the sky.

Caught with his pants and underwear down in Macy's window.   

New-scum has gone into major damage control, but it's too late.   I have never heard the general public more outraged than they are about this incident.  The folks of California cannot wait to pull the lever that is not next to his name.  Indeed, recall efforts are already underway.   

Bye, bye, ass wipe.   

And I predict that there will be other ousters attached to the current leaders of our major cities whose overzealous response to COVID-19 has destroyed the lives of the innocent.

More to come.  Please!

Dinner last night:  Sandwich.