Kickass. the doorstop dog, comments that he and the keeper share the experience of never having known the threat of serious hunger, which separates them from millions of others now as the pandemic sweeps across the country with a ruthless broom. The keeper says that taking for granted a wasteful abundance of food is as American as…, well, as apple pie with a scoop of ice cream. But now food stamp lines stretch for miles, food depots are emptied and have restocking trouble, and charities are overwhelmed. Twenty three percent of US households lack food money, and parents skip meals to feed the kids. Seventeen percent of these parents say their kids are not getting enough to eat. Malnutrition can cause permanent brain damage.
The keeper speculates as to the cause of the brain-damage obviously suffered by Trump and his GOP gang as they resist efforts to adjust the feed-the-people program so it meets the desperate needs of a coronavirus suffering population, even going so far as trying to divert food money to fund Trump’s border wall.
The old English nursery rhyme seems painfully appropriate: “Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard to give the poor dog a bone. When she came there, the cupboard was bare, and so the poor dog had none. She went to the bakers to buy him some bread, when she came back, the dog was dead. She went to the undertakers to buy him a coffin, when she came back the dog was laughing.”
Kickass was not that laughing dog!