What, you wonder (if you didn't watch Sunday's edition of Last Week Tonight), am I talking about? Since 2005, the city of La Paz has employed people to dress up as zebras and bring kindness to the craziness that is traffic in the city. They beg, they plead, they dance, they fling themselves before on-coming vehicles so that pedestrians can cross safely - all while looking like this:
No, there are no real zebras in Brazil.
Yes, the program provides entry level jobs for recovering addicts and others on the margins.
No, they do not speak nor do they remove their heads while on duty.
Yes, they are Brazil's answer to McGruff the Crime Dog and Smokey the Bear; kids love them.
The green screen image has been graciously provided to the video-producing public. The zebra makes Trump's presser with Angela Merkel less awkward:
TBG and I were drowning in the swamp of Manafort and The President stands by his tweets. We were staring at FlapJilly's face on my phone's wallpaper, missing our littlest girl with aching hearts. We were travel exhausted and couldn't concentrate on anything remotely serious; even A Thousand Clowns was too much for my brain to handle.
As John Oliver so plaintively cried - Why didn't we know about this until now?
Try it. I promise that it will help. Nothing else seems to do the trick. Reality is trying to ruin my day already, and it's only 8 o'clock in the morning. I'm going to watch some zebras and get back on track. Look for The Burrow early in the morning tomorrow.... if I can tear myself away from these