IRS orders office evacuation
An agency-wide email from IRS Human Capital Officer Robin Bailey on Friday explained that all employees “including employees who are currently not teleworking but whose work is portable or can be adapted to work off-site” must “evacuate the work site” and either work from home or an alternate location.
The Perfect Birthday gift for just about everyone.
Consider this: hitting a 6” target at 90 yards with a pistol! In the freezing cold! With a crosswind!
My polite vocab fails me.
Virginia Governor Ralph Northam, a medical doctor before he turned politician, turned heads today when he addressed the current CoronaVirus COVID-19 pandemic.
While the infrastructure in many states has been stretched to the breaking point and beyond by the disease, Northam’s proposal would be – in his words – both economical and humane: “I can tell you exactly what would happen. The patient would come to the hospital. He would be kept comfortable. The patient would be resuscitated if that’s what the family desired, and then a discussion would ensue among the physicians. So I think this was really blown out of proportion.”
Oh. Wait. That wasn’t COVID-19. That was newborn children he was talking about.
Nevermind. As you were.
Sometimes human kindness gets me a little misty-eyed.
More can be accomplished with a kind word and a loaded gun, than with a kind word alone.
To quote Kipling, “If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.”
Please go to the link HERE. Ann Barnhardt does a good job of giving the citations to the inflated – grossly inflated – numbers concerning Corona Virus related deaths. And, please. Please. Don’t engage in some variation of ad hominem attacks against her. ( Eg., “She’s shrill!”).
Of course, she’s shrill. She’s a woman. Get over it.
New Hantavirus is spread by rats. It has similar symptoms to Covid19, kills man in China. So in case you’re running out of things to worry about . . . Of course, the best thing you can do for yourself and your community is to run out and buy a bunch of toilet paper.
You’ll still die, but your butt will be clean.