(finally, something we can do without a mask)
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Oh, look. That pandemic thing is still here. Will no one rid me of this turbulent plague? (I know, it should be “turbulent priest,” but let’s not niggle.)

Here in the not very United States, we’re slogging our way through the fourth, or fifth, or sixth month (depending on who you ask) of this gym-killing, salon-slaying plague nonsense (depending on which governor you ask).

You’d think, by now, the White House would have appointed ...