Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Photo Essay: Postcards to my favorite reporters, and to President Donald Trump.


To:  President Donald Trump



To: Reporter Rory Satran. WSJ.




To: Reporter Tim Carman.  WaPo.




To:  Reporter Sarah Needleman. WSJ. 

Timericks from stories by Sarah Needleman, Sarah Mervosh, Maura Judkis, Jacob Gallagher, and Kim Severson.

Tim Torkildson, creator of the 'timerick' and alleged Mob boss.




Hash Browns With a Side of Hand Sanitizer: What Going to a Restaurant Is Like Now.
@saraheneedleman

When dining al fresco beware/the frumulous furious stare/of those wearing masks/who suddenly asks/where's YOUR veil, you anchovy pear?


Bars, Strip Clubs and Churches: U.S. Virus Outbreaks Enter Unwieldy Phase
@smervosh

Think I'll go to church today/It's full of germs -- what's that you say?/Then how about a little snort/The virus there will too cavort?/A strip club, then -- I might as well/get sick while going straight to hell.


Who will solve the great fireworks mystery, and will we ever sleep again?
@MauraJudkis

All across this acrid land/loud fireworks are in demand/The people do not want to vote/with little bombs they do revolt/The night is full of bursts and blasts/by suchnsane enthusiasts/Insomnia, you're here to stay/I think I'll move to Uruguay.




The Mullet is Back. Like It or Not.
@jacobwgallagher

And so the world of stylish hair/dreams of mullets in nightmare/Looking like a horse's mane/mullets always were insane/Now they're back/and I'm appalled/I wish the whole wide world were bald.


Ballpark peanuts, a classic summer treasure, have been benched.
@kimseverson

Gone are the goobers, gone from the game.
Pandemic life just got awfully lame.
The stadium's silent, with dust devil whirls;
The smell of roast peanuts as rare as black pearls.
What I wouldn't give for those big salty nuts
as I told the umpire he was a klutz.
I guess to the market I'll go for a bag
and eat 'em while watching more Netflixing slag.





Like a cedar in Lebanon.




The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Psalm 92:12

O, may I flourish like the tree
in summer green continually.
I want to grow in stature royal,
and to the best be always loyal.
O Lord please nourish my design
to live and work by light divine.
I'm just a seedling in thy sight;
help me to cultivate the right!

Monday, June 22, 2020

Timericks from stories by Rory Satran, Alex Leary, and Amy Goldstein.

Tim Torkildson, inventor of the 'timerick' and author of the bestseller "How to Avoid Swink."




‘They Ate Their Friends!’: Butterfly Kits Backfire.
@rorysatran

In Nature the rules are severe/and life becomes pretty austere/The weak are a snack/The strong will attack/So parents, watch out for your rear!



After Tulsa Rally, Trump Heads to Arizona, Wisconsin.
@learyreports


IF you think a rally is a safe place to converge/folks may soon be gatherin' to sing for you a dirge/Any politician who promotes it surely merits/being thrown into a hole with hungry rabid ferrets.



Income emerges as a major predictor of coronavirus infections.
@goldsteinamy


The rich keep getting richer/and the poor keep getting sicker/Nothing improves health quite like/your very own stock ticker/So if you are a pauper/then I hope that you have bought/a quiet little corner/for your likely graveyard plot.















Photo Essay: Postcards to My Favorite Reporters. Vol. One.


To:  Isabella Kwai.  NYT.



To:  Kate Conger.  NYT. 




To: Natalie Andrews.  WSJ.



To:  Sha Hua.  WSJ. 

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Photo Essay: Postcards. Vol. 100



To:  Reporter John Schwartz



To:  Senator Mitt Romney



To:  Old Head Emeritus Rob Reed



To:  Broadcaster Jordana Green.

Our father also spake many things unto them



 And now it came to pass that after I, Nephi, had made an end of teaching my brethren, our father, Lehi, also spake many things unto them, and rehearsed unto them, how great things the Lord had done for them in bringing them out of the land of Jerusalem.
2 Nephi 1:1

When fathers speak with godly love
and testify of God above
their children have a goodly chance
of taking but a righteous stance
when on the smutty plains of life
where all is greed and hate and strife.
So fathers keep in mind your call
to help your children rise not fall!

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Photo Essay: Postcards. Volume 99.


To:  President Donald Trump



To:  Reporter Jason Zinoman




To:  Reporter Jennifer Graham





To:  Reporter Ellen Gamerman 

The P.P.P.


Tim Torkildson poses for a selfie in his Provo home. He’s proud to wear the rainbow suspenders. “I even wear them to church on Sundays,” he said.

WASHINGTON— Bowing to bipartisan pressure in Congress, the Trump administration said it would release the names of borrowers who received Paycheck Protection Program loans of $150,000 or more, accounting for about 75% of funds lent through the program.
WSJ

The times were troubled and impure,
and biznesses were left unsure
if they could operate at all
as they did slow down to a crawl.

They let all their employees go
and sent their files to Kokomo
(for Kokomo was haven to
great shredding sheds that smelled of glue.)

The breadlines went so long that folks
boiled bark and twigs from nearby oaks
and fed it to their children till
they grew acorns and got quite ill.

At this point good old Uncle Sam
decided on a bold program:
He'd give each bizness such a loan
as would increase testosterone.

The hope was that with money flush
employees back to work could rush
and win a paycheck once again --
to which employers said 'amen.'

And so the PPP was born,
to give out money like popcorn.
Each bizness drooping in the land
was given many thousand grand.

But strange to say, with all that dough,
most workers stayed on long furlough;
they weren't brought back, or if they were
they only worked part time for sure.

Cuz corporations filled with bloat
did pile aboard this gravy boat.
They used the money to reward
themselves, and workers stayed ignored.

The Treasury Department knew
that somehow they had got the screw.
But sitting still on their behind
did give them grateful peace of mind.

Mnuchin and his canny crew
refused to say how much or who
was getting all the loot to spend;
full privacy they did defend.

But Congress, roused from their torpor,
sat up and gave out with a roar:
"We wanna know who got the cash!"
"In case their heads we'd like to bash."

And did Mnuchin cave right in,
and all the info quick unpin?
I think you know the answer, chum;
he's keeping things completely mum.

"Someday" he promises with ease,
"We will release all dates and fees."
"But until then we must protect"
"the data -- have it double checked."

So if you really wanna know
who got all Uncle Sam's nice dough
the only tip you ought to take
is go and jump into the lake . . . 






Can two walk together, except they be agreed?



Can two walk together, except they be agreed?
Amos 3:3


Lonely is the path they trod,
those who do not follow God.
They do not think unity
is a crucial quality.
Nephites learned at their sad cost
when their concord they had lost
that no nation can survive
with dispute in overdrive.
Spare us, Lord, from foolish squabble,
as our country starts to wobble!