Mercury Retrograde. That explains why I was late for a meeting, got caught in a traffic jam, got home to no supper and am sitting in my underwear typing when I should be getting ready for work. I’m not into astrology. I first heard about Mercury Retrograde when I took an AiKiDo class in the 70’s. It happens randomly and provides a perfect excuse for the screw-ups we create or just endure. Thank you, universe.
I’m glad that people are recalling the former Surgeon General C. Everett Koop, and his effective though belated leadership in the AIDS epidemic. Ronald Reagan appointed him for his conservative views, which Koop maintained all his life. But Koop was a doctor, and he spoke the truth about what was needed for public health, even though it was not politically correct to put out the facts instead of inciting panic.
Right now, we could really use a Surgeon General, but Dr. Vivek Murthy’s nomination has been blocked by the
tobacco industry NRA, for pointing out that cigarettes cause lung cancer cheap, poorly-regulated guns are a public health threat. Reagan never had to deal with a Congress that made it a goal to keep the nation in gridlock until things got so bad that they could get elected on an anti-government platform.
I could hope that Mercury Retrograde will foul up evildoers and stall out the engines of destruction. So mote it be.