We are a ship without a captain, without a rudder, without a compass,

[shockey80]

without stars to guide by. We are being driven by currents and winds that we have no control of. Eventually we will be either saved by a miracle or we will sink , lost at sea.

[leftieNanner]

1. Or Crash on the Rocks

And his supporters are scooping water out of the ocean INTO the boat.

[IllinoisBirdWatcher]

2. Some of us are lucky enough to live in a state

with a captain, with a rudder, and with a compass.

Thank you, Governor JB Pritzker.

And a huge shout-out to NY Governor Andrew Cuomo who provides the most clear, coherent, and factually informative daily press conferences.

[shockey80]

3. I agree, Cuomo is my Governor. He has made something clear.

He needs the help of the Federal Government. No state can afford to take on a pandemic by its self, its impossible. Trump has committed unbelievable acts of dereliction of duty.

Trump past the cost, responsibility on to the states in order to protect himself. Soon states will have to lay off state workers. If that happens, I don't have to tell you what will happen.

[IllinoisBirdWatcher]

4. Thanks for the reply. You are absolutely correct. n/t

[Coventina]

5. With the recent attention on Lincoln, this poem seems appropriate:

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

[keithbvadu2]

6. A plague ship.