One of the best things the coronavirus has done for our society is to expose just how bad we do government. Complete idiots, yet many cowered in their homes believing these clowns actually knew what their best interests were. We should have less faith than ever in the ability of “experts” and politicians to protect us- but millions of Americans have taken the wrong lessons from this catastrophe, and are completely devoted to national lockdown, outdoor masks, and obeying any order no matter how stupid.
Why is the beach closed? You can’t get this stuff outside unless you really make an effort like the close talker (Judge Reinhold) on Seinfeld. Getting a tan is the best way to build up the immune system. Really people?
COVID-19, a virus on a mission has essentially revealed everyone that’s a huge pussy and wants to live like a good little slave and everyone who is not.
Here’s the kind of the human garbage that lives in Cape Charles. Covid is showing us who these people are. This was posted by a reader, “Got snitching going on at the pub. Had a girl with her grandmother begging to use the bathroom (nothing open in town), she had to help her walk to it and then they(4) sat down outside unbeknownst to use inside to just rest. Well, that took the pub’s total over 10 and within minutes the police showed up. They were just doing their job after it was reported by someone. Those that are snitching shame on you.“
The fact that many of you are willing to snitch on your neighbors for violating these arbitrary yet nonsensical shelter-in-place orders… shows that we are absolutely not in this together. So please, shut up with that.
While this virus reminds many of only death, as I watched American college students on spring break, oblivious to the gathering danger and drunk out of their minds, getting ready to have sex they may or may not remember, it reminded me there is just as much life as there is death. I thought of Samuel Pepys dancing and drinking with them.
Pepys, of course, is known for his documenting the bubonic plague of 1665 -67. “The plague is got to Amsterdam,” Pepys wrote, in fall 1663, “brought by a ship by Argier.” As ways to fight the disease, there are “some saying one thing, some another,” he wrote.
Pepys took terrible risks and did not shy from the streets, or the bedrooms of his sexual liaisons. He viewed the plague, even if it killed him, as an opportunity to expand the scope of his thoughts, to become a man of greater sophistication and nuance. He wrote to find answers, and he recorded his fear.
He observed corpses being taken to their burial in the streets, and a number of his acquaintances died, including his own physician.
In summer, he drew up his will, writing, “that I shall be in much better state of soul, I hope, if it should please the Lord to call me away this sickly time.” Later, he wrote of deserted streets; the pedestrians he encountered were “walking like people that had taken leave of the world.” At the end of August, he recorded 6,102 victims but feared “that the true number of the dead this week is near 10,000,” mostly because the victims among the urban poor weren’t counted. A week later, he noted the official number of 6,978 in one week, “a most dreadfull Number.”
For Pepys, to master fear is to learn to live with it, knowing that it exists for a purpose. Pepys thought that his inner life was more important than what might happen to his material body and that this justified the risks he took. His family did not approve. They begged him to leave London and join them upcountry. He had the money to flee but stayed and worked.
What he feared most was the life unlived—the life of mere existence.
Even with his many walks to plague filled haunts, he was still all about life, “Thus ends this year, to my great joy, in this manner,” he wrote on New Year’s Eve, 1665. “I have raised my estate from 1300l in this year to 4400l. I have got myself greater interest, I think, by my diligence; and my imployments encreased by that of Treasurer for Tanger and Surveyor of the Victuals.” He really loved working and making money.
And so, we’ve reached almost two months of sheltering in place. What are we really hiding from? I’d call those in charge a bunch of wankers, but then we’d have to admit we are ruled by a bunch of wankers. To add insult to injury, we are now expected to go out and vote on May 19th for another confederacy of dunces. If you do vote, man up and do it in person.
Our once great country is completely gutted, destroyed by fearful suburban women and over-feminized men. Everything we have done has been out of fear. We have done probably the exact opposite if we are to build some form of herd immunity, and have done a poor job of protecting the most vulnerable, the elderly in nursing homes and continued care. Protect with our lives the ones that need it, but young, healthy people need to be out. Covid is the best, I believe there is no way to avoid contracting it–it’s how we deal with the contractions that matter.
Remember how much freedom we gave up trying to hide from the Al Quida Boogey Man, the Patriot Act? That’s going to seem like Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood when it’s all said and done (under the guise of safety).
The irony, for a population that is so fearful of their own deaths, the death toll nobody talks about is the ~900,000 abortion kills a year in the U.S. Maybe it’s karma? COVID-19 does seem like it’s really, really good at what it does.