I write this at home during the COVID-19 Pandemic. China’s cases are declining finally, and the U.S. cases are ramping up. The disease is in most states, including my own, Arkansas. The reactions I see by the individual governors are like the varied ways different commanders work their part of a significant war plan — some are good in the extreme, some are so, so. Our state governor said the CDC recommended all schools remain open until we have some cases of COVID-19 within the county. Don’t forget there is a long incubation time during which those already infected show no sign of it. At the same time, a neighboring state’s governor closed their entire state in one day. Hmmm …
The result of this mishmash will be some states mixing it up in a real battle with the dreaded disease while others get their ass kicked. That’s the way it works.
The survival of the fittest is not merely a catchphrase. The phrase catches the precise issue. We older people (you don’t have to say elderly — we know we are old) anyway, we older ones that have heart problems end up with gun sites drawing a bead because that causes the cumulative probability of death much higher than those who are more fit.
That Spector is here.
Let me explain this situation. It does not mean the younger citizens are immune, just like believing the disease will slough off all the old farts like the skin of a molting snake. The younger folks have their own problems. The things that come to mind are the decisions they make, like grabbing a cruise or going traveling now because it is cheaper to do so. That thought pattern will bite them in their collective buttocks. There are many reasons why someone might belong to the unfit group. Age and infirmity are simply two of them.
There is another thing that strikes me as a potential for the unfit group — the school systems. I’m in favor of closing them all, now. The reason is simple. I know the kids probably won’t die from it, but that situation hasn’t been thought through either. My information is the disease is not a comfortable one. The kids will not believe it fun by any means. Hell, did you enjoy your last bout with influenza?
But I digress.
Even if the kids aren’t affected, they will be like little, cute, Petri dishes. That’s those small dishes used in a laboratory to grow all kinds of unpleasant germs and viruses. Our little Petri dishes will carry everything home to mom and dad, gramps etcetera, or they will do the opposite and take what’s at home to the school. It will be like Grand Central Station for COVID 19. All the germs, viruses, and bugs we’re trying to eliminate will hitch a ride, wanted or not. Let’s not forget that the little Petri stinkers love to give those messy, sloppy hugs and kisses with no regard for the running spit and snot. Yes, I know that is a daily occurrence, but that is why the flu gets such a mighty grip on us every winter. That is also the way this thing transmits.
The whole thing results in a blanket of illness covering us better than a new-fallen blizzard.
The President is right in that we will get through it. All things pass in the end, sooner or later. The survivors will know much more about it than we know right this minute. That is a given. But to get there!
One of the benefits of being in my 60’s is that I remember a similar thing to the Pandemic from when I was a kid. Polio. That disease did not kill everyone either. One of my most vivid memories of childhood was a man I loved to visit. The man was a spectacular human being. One day, I asked my father why he walked a little funny. My father’s face darkened, and he grew earnest. “He had Polio when he was a kid. That is why he’s so short, and he waddles a little when he walks.” Shit, I didn’t even think he was short, but he was. He stood around three feet tall. I liked him so much because I could look him straight in the eye. Up until that time I never understood what a disease could do.
At least once every school year, the school had someone in to check us all for Polio. Then, when they developed the polio vaccine, wham-bam! There was a huge collective sigh from the adults. That was in the 50’s.
This kind of test has not attacked humans in a long time. Each time it does, we have to struggle through it like we are the first imbeciles ever to have this kind of problem. How many more times do we have to piss in everyone’s oatmeal? Why can’t we leave the political jockeying at home while we work on this problem?
I know, I know, China is China, and it is an election year. Those are reasons to grow up, not shrink into infantilism.
If your child is one who dies because the hospital is too full to help her through the flu (yes, that is still epidemic also), how will you take that? Still think it is okay to let COVID-19 run through the schools? How about if your mother or father passes in a most undignified manner, not that there is ever a refined way. There are only grave ways to die. Could that be the reason we call our burial sights grave?
Please do not confuse today’s blog with my personal belief of what happens when our life ends. That is beautiful, as are many of your expectations. I’ll have a new book out soon that visits my beliefs in precise detail. In all honesty, my book won’t be like you expect, but I know you will enjoy reading it, if only to smugly say, “What a flippin’ buffoon.” However, It is non-fiction, and not a tongue in cheek work at that.
The Pandemic is here, and it is a no-shit event. It will take a pragmatic approach to solve its problems with a minimum of casualties. Please remember — the death rate thing is bullshit. It is either 100% or 0. Think about it.