“The corona virus is a hoax.”
“It’s just a cold. The media is blowing this out of proportion.”
“It’s only the old and sick at risk. Everyone else is fine.”
To those who spout those little tidbits of “wisdom” — along with the (literally) dozens of other headlines, quotes, and hot-takes that I didn’t type here — all I have to say is this: kiss my quarantined ass.
Yeah, that’s right, I’m pissed off.
I’m pissed off for several reasons; for the willful blindness inflicting so many supposedly intelligent people; for the red- and blue-team politics turning this thing into a full-blown clown-shoes-level farce; for the self-centered hypocrisy lying at the heart of US society. But, mostly, I’m pissed off at the callous, immoral and deeply irresponsible short-termism of those who insist “business as usual” is the best way to get this through this thing.
I’ll say it again, because it bears repeating: kiss my ass!
It is not business as usual. It is not a hoax. It is not the liberal third of the country enacting some grand conspiracy to “get” Trump and the conservative third. Nor is it “in the minds” of those affected and at-risk. It is not a cold, it is not the flu. No more, of course, than it is the “judgment of God for our sick depravity” as I have heard it described.
It’s a virus. A nasty, mean one, yes, but a completely natural virus.
Humanity has faced countless viruses and diseases throughout our history. Well over a third of Europe died to the bubonic plague…millions died to the Spanish influenza…millions were killed or maimed by polio…billions have been killed by dysentery…*
*Thomas Malthus, by the way, is laughing his ass off in his grave right now, in between bouts of shaking his finger and ghost-shouting, “I goddamned well told you so!”.**
**Yeah, that Malthus. Google it, for chrissake.
The entire town of Gardiner, Montana is closed at this point. Yellowstone might as well be. Is my work closed? Of course not. Someone has to be there to receive those pallets of cheap mugs and plastic bison manufactured by Chinese slave labor…
Someone has to deal with the drivers who have been to 50 warehouses in four states over the last three days…
Someone has to “keep the economy running”…
Yep, that someone is me. Me and the two over-60 ladies that are the heart of my warehouse crew.
Oh, but wait…I’ve now had two people (one visitor and one regular) be required by the state to go test for COVID-19!
Should we, maybe, you know, shut down for a few days? Should we maybe, you know, live up to the organizational “value” of taking care of our staff members? Should we maybe, you know, treat the staff like the “heart of what we do” like all the HR notices say at the top?
Keep them wheels of commerce running!
Your concerns are noted, now get your ass back to work!
And, yes, I am quarantined this weekend due to possible exposure. Since, however, I am the only one able to go to work on Monday, I have to.
Someone has to keep them wheels greased with bloody mucus, after all.
But it’s all a hoax. It’s just a cold, turned into some plot to bring down the current government…
I might live in paradise, but my work is a satire of epic fucking proportions.
Ain’t life grand?
Either the same earpiece on every single set of buds I have is going bad at the same time, or playing the music a bit too — ahem — “enthusiastically” in my ears is starting to catch up with me.
Random song because it kinda fits — oh, and don’t skip over it like you usually do. Listen to it…and listen, especially, to the words…