Question: How can you tell when the President is lying?

Is there ever going to be a reporter who actually challenges this administration and points out their lies face-to-face? The exchange today with the FEMA director is a perfect example. He uses his airtime effectively to make it sound like he’s taking action on masks. Just like Pence said the testing kits will be available “the first of next week” a couple of weeks ago.

It’s only after the fact when journalist file their reports that they start pointing out the discrepancies. What people tend to remember is what the official said, not the Martha Radatz segment that airs three hours later.

This type of wishy washing journalism has developed in the last 40 years based on the myth the demographic is split 50/50 between Democrat and Republican. You don’t want to offend half of the audience (the Fox Weirdos being the exception.)

It’s like when I used to go to the Derby, the pre-race analysts would spout off all the big names as potential winners. Then they’d start covering their asses with comments like “but you overlook the 13 horse at your peril.” Everybody’s got a chance.

News today is corporately owned and a corporation’s sole purpose is to make money. Naturally they are going to bend over backwards to protect the party of wealth creation and preservation. Which is why we put up with eight years of ridiculous Nigerian Birth Certificate stories. And why Trump officials today are getting away with murder.

If I were the vengeful sort, of which I am not, I might wish ill against my nemeses as the New Depression takes hold. For example, an old landlord who screwed me over. That would be petty and spiteful. As the corporate marketing people like to say, “that is not who I am.” Even though what they “am did” is there for the world to see in black and white.

I am in possession of a letter from attorneys for Vince Young, my landlord at 946 Jones. It was forwarded to me by the Tenderloin Housing Clinic who represented me in the Ellis Act Eviction.

Pursuant to the Act, after a building has been held off the market for five years former tenants are given first rights to rent their old unit. This letter notified me Apartment #3 that I paid $680 for in 2014 is now available for a monthly $5,800.

The slight increase no doubt reflects the many improvements that were made. Like the elevator Mr. Young was planning to put in, there alone is a couple hundred K. It was my impression, however, he had the taste level of a pot sticker. He probably slapped some West Elm ideas on the surface and let market speculation take care of the rest.

It would be a pity if a world-wide economic downturn were to roil Vince’s financial projections.

If that building could talk we might be held rapt by its potential new occupant’s tales on the ten most common pitfalls in a first IPO. But after 40 years of housing a drunken, drug-addled, sex-obsessed drag queen, the edifice has probably been struck deaf-mute anyway.

I have not been back to see 946 and refuse to look at it when I’m in the area. It might be bad luck. I even picked up a Zipcar a couple of months ago that was parked directly across the street from it without averting my gaze.

In a previous post I mentioned how my former boss used to tease me about silly superstitions. If I were to break this one, though, you can imagine his regret the next time we dine together. It will be well-seasoned fare because he’ll be sitting next to a pillar of salt.