The ‘rona is surging again. As we could have guessed when we decided to value profit over life.
I.e., as we could have guessed back in….oh, 1619. Have we ever behaved in a way that did not value profit over life?
All those pretty, petty, beautiful, twisted souls living in places like Florida and Texas who thought “oh, it goes away with the cold air. We don’t have to worry.” are now waking up to the reality that the issue is shared air. Canned air. Recirculated air. Air you get when you live in a cold climate and have to put on the heater in the winter just as much as air you get when you live in a hot climate and have to put on the AC in the summer. The issue is sharing your breath with another human being. Not cold or hot, north or south, city or country, old or young (well, maybe a little bit about old or young), black or white, oriental or occidental. The issue is contact. Social connection. Being and doing in the world with our fellow partners in society. The issue is precisely that which makes us human, and keeps us sane.
They say (“they” “say”) that what we’re seeing now in California started on Memorial Day. Though it must have accelerated when the schools closed for the year and everything else was thrown, basically, wide open for business.
Boy am I glad we sent my parents up the hill. And boy do I miss them.
In the meantime, here I am puttering away at methods by which we can whack the cash pinata that is state government and see how much money comes out for the private sector.
Pimpgnosis 