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I probably have too much time on my hands; that might explain my musings.
We like to think of ourselves as modern with all our technology and plenty, though few, if any of us has had anything even nominally to do with these conveniences other than affording them. How quickly would we revert to a far less modern self if something were to interrupt our means and modern advantage? How many of us would continue to thrive in a more primitive circumstance?
Sometimes I think that all these COVID-19 mandates and precautions are little more than superstitions. I mean, honestly, we all handle and reuse our little masks. I see them looped on so many rearview mirrors. We keep them tucked in the console or glovebox. I have never removed a disposable mask with any care nor dropped it in a plastic bag, much less washed my hands afterward. As for the washable masks, how do you tell the inside from the outside when reusing them? (Oh, come on; we all reuse them.)
I’m reminded of the plague masks of the middle ages. I’m sure that the medicos of those days hoped and believed in their hearts that these masks were protective. Science, baby!
A very few of us still habitually use hand sanitizer, but most of us have given it up. (I never took it up at all; my hands are dry and cracked enough.) My local Wal-Mart literally has vast bins of the stuff near the entrance. Prices have plummeted.
I hike five or six times a week, in the early morning, on the trails in and around Phoenix. I see overly cautious people every day, masked and distanced, hiking in the bright sun and brisk morning air. I hike maskless. They clamber away, distancing them from me, an obvious vile carrier of death. A fair number of them wear those masks with valves, concentrating their vile exhalations in a mortal stream. It makes me laugh.
I try to wish them good morning. Some return the greeting, but many don’t. They don’t want to encourage a directed breath. Many of those masked are young, twentysomethings. I question their ability to evaluate risk. Liberty does come with risk, but does this generation have the temerity to keep it? That is a serious question.
I’m the only one in my family who is not yet fully inoculated. I’ve had one dose of Pfizer, the second on April 11. I was reluctant to participate, but my daughter the microbiologist, an expert in the real science (she is a professor at Vandy Medical School) convinced told me to proceed. She explained the real science, which was significant, I must say. So, I decided to take the vaccine to placate her, though I would prefer to acquire the immunity naturally. I am 66 and in very good health; but I guess there is a risk that I might be one of the unfortunates whose immune system over-reacts to the virus.
The larger problem with those who seek authority and power when a crisis permits is the absolute need to be right. When they are proven wrong, the appeal is altered; they were simply mistaken, the science was unclear, but now, once again, they are right! Still right! There are no limits to these prevarications, nor of those who believe in them. This is not science, no matter the claims, but myth. No doubt, if Fauci mentioned that letting blood protected from COVID-19, people would rush to the barber.
We will never really know the truth regarding SARS-CoV-2, its true lethality and threat, or even its origin. There are too many too vested in the COVID-19 crisis. But we do know this, the crisis did not go to waste. Many, many other things, like trust in science, the economy, the livelihoods of many, the minds of our children, the successes of the Trump administration, were laid waste.
Tyranny always acts for our own good and when it does, we are always the worse for it.Published in