The World In Which We Live: Premature Reopening Edition

I don't even know where to begin.

Despite there being no effective treatment, vaccination, or the much-discussed herd immunity, many states are relaxing social restrictions put in place to mitigate the spread of Covid-19. My home state of Georgia was among the first to do so (my sense of timing and location is impeccable). Instead of a state economy charging out of the gates like a racehorse, we get this:

An 83% increase of confirmed cases in my county, which is mostly rural with a small industrial base, 90 miles from Atlanta. But freedom, amiright?

I find it utterly amazing that people find being instructed to stay in their homes and take extra precautions to prevent becoming infected with a fatal disease a form of tyranny. When did "Wear a mask and wash your hands regularly" become equal to tanks in the streets?

I understand wanting a haircut; Hell, I need one but don't want to kill my barber, a nice guy who fits nicely into the at-risk category.

Domestic terrorists storming government buildings, carrying arms and signs demanding an end to the shutdown? Wait till the coughing starts, boys. You'll wish you'd stayed home bingeing "Waco" instead of trying to start one of your own.

I suspect food shortages are looming in the near future, as workers are sick and supplies are being destroyed to prevent rot. I hope the toilet paper hoarders find a way to eat their supply as grocery shelves go bare. I'm a commodities watcher and am NOT liking what I see.

When Trump declared himself a "war president," I failed to suspect he meant his body count would be higher than the Vietnam War body count, but here we are in the world in which we live.

Stay safe, stay home, wash your hands, wear a mask. Above all, be brave but not stupid.

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