Category Archive: General Curmudgeonry

Phased and confused

Apparently the mayor has deigned to allow the city to go to Stage 3, the next “phase” of the Great Reopening.  Well, a “modified” Stage 3.

I hate to tell the mayor, but as far as people around here are concerned, we reopened a couple of weeks ago.  Not that the restaurants and gyms and other restricted places did (and they should have given the finger to Hizzoner and Da Gov and just done it anyway), but the traffic around here is right back up to pre-COVID levels.  There was a time when I could just whip right on out of our neighborhood, but now we’re back to having to wait for traffic to clear to make the left turn onto 79th Street.  So don’t tell me people are paying much attention to the “stay at home” orders.  Up on the Northside of Indianapolis, there’s no reason why we couldn’t have reopened at the same time Hamilton County did.  I mean, literally, you can drive two miles north of where we live, it’s just as densely-packed, and everything’s open.  But down here?  Squat.  Stupid.  You can’t base this shit on arbitrary political lines drawn on a map.  You have to look at where the positive infection reports are coming from — and the last time I looked, it was mostly Center and Warren Townships, and maybe the southern parts of Washington and Lawrence Townships.  That’s not us.  But we’re shut down because we’re all in the same county.  Say, maybe they should have shut down by congressional districts, because we’re in the 5th on the Northside, and the rest of Marion County is in the 7th.  I mean, the lines are arbitrary, right?

Masks also appear to be getting worn haphazardly.  Idiots are still wearing them in cars, along with gloves.  Half the time the masks are riding below noses.  Most of the masks are cloth, meaning they’re absolutely useless for keeping the virus from getting in or out.  I still won’t wear one, and won’t patronize establishments that require them.

Meanwhile we’re seeing reports that the CDC has dropped its estimate of the COVID-19 death rate down to 0.23%, which means that fewer than four people in a thousand will die from contracting it.  So if my entire high school graduating class of just over 1,000 contracted COVID-19, and the revised CDC estimate held true, fewer than four would die from it, probably fewer than three.  And given that we’ve already lost 10 or 15 (or maybe more, I haven’t checked lately) classmates over the last 42 years, that’s kind of small change.  (Yeah, sure, not for the families of the deceased, but I’m trying to look at the overall picture.)

Oh, and if we just look at Indiana?  The total number of COVID-19-related deaths being reported today (as of 11:59 PM May 26) is 1,871, per the ISDH novel coronavirus site.  If we take a nice round number of 7 million as the population of the state of Indiana, we get a per-capita death rate of .00027 (or 0.027%).  If we look only at number of reported cases (32,437) vs. deaths (which is what the CDC estimate is), we get 5.7% — but that’s only the reported cases.  Because there’s another estimate out that suggests 80% of all COVID-19 infections may be asymptomatic (and therefore, unlikely to be reported).  Just google “80 asymptomatic” and you’ll find plenty of references to the new study that came out…yesterday I think.  So if the number of reported cases in Indiana represents only 20% of the total…that drops the likely fatality rate to 1.15%.

Then the question becomes, how much padding is the ISDH adding to the number?  How many deaths attributed to COVID-19 were inevitable already, but simply hurried along by the virus?  How many people had heart attacks or strokes or committed suicide simply because of the overblown media reports and the enforced idle time due to the shutdown?  Or because they lost their jobs and didn’t see getting them back?  Because the longer this thing stretched out, the more anxious a lot of people became, and there’s already an indication that the suicide rate is up as a result.  How many of these deaths are being counted incorrectly (on purpose or not) as COVID-19 related?

Look…this thing was not the original SARS (which didn’t affect the US to much of any extent — a few deaths were attributed to it, but by and large the thing had burned out before it got here) or MERS (which according to the CDC only ever infected 2 people in the entire country).  SARS-CoV-2 is clearly a much stronger strain of the virus, but it’s being dealt with and likely could have been stopped fairly easily without destroying the economy and throwing 20-30 million people out of work.

And it’s apparently fading fast, just like the other CoV’s did — an article yesterday suggested that vaccine development is hampered by a dearth of virus to test against:

https://www.smh.com.au/world/europe/low-virus-rate-leaves-oxford-vaccine-trial-with-only-50-percent-chance-20200524-p54vvu.html

https://pjmedia.com/news-and-politics/stacey-lennox/2020/05/26/vaccine-development-threatened-as-covid-19-infections-decline-n428072

So all you fucking politicians out there saying we can’t possibly open things back up without a working vaccine need to shut the fuck up and get to work opening back up without one.

And if there’s a resurgence?  (Unlikely unless the Chinese inject more into the system.)  Don’t try to shut things down again like you did this time.  Unless you really want to start a boogaloo.  Because we’re not going to stand for it again.

I hate to be a wet blanket

but Memorial Day is next Saturday, regardless of what the Federal Government says.

I. The 30th day of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village, and hamlet churchyard in the land. In this observance no form or ceremony is prescribed, but posts and comrades will in their own way arrange such fitting services and testimonials of respect as circumstances may permit.

General Order No. 11, John A. Logan, Commander-In-Chief, Grand Army of the Republic, May 5, 1868

I’ll have something appropriate then.

Sixth Anniversary

Way down
I’ve been way down
Underneath this skin
Waiting to hear my name again

I’m sorry
Nothing can hold me
I adore you still
But I hear them calling
And nothing can hold me

Way down
All the way down
I will hear your voice
But I’ll no longer understand

I’m sorry
Nothing can hold me
I adore you still
But I hear them calling

I was looking to the sky
When I knew I’d be swimming home
And I cannot betray my kind
They are here, it’s my time

I’m sorry
Nothing can hold me
I adore you still
But I hear them calling, calling
And nothing can hold me

A break from Wuhan Virus to thank an old blog friend for very kind words.

Something that has been keeping me sane for the last few weeks has been plugging away on the novel I’ve been writing since 2016 (and which I finished in draft this past Wednesday night).  But this post is not about that book, it’s about a short story I wrote, and the nice things someone said about it.

And it’s nice to write a post and not be angry for a change 🙂

Around the middle of March, I had a very vivid dream.  I don’t remember most of my dreams, probably because I simply don’t sleep well to begin with, but it’s possible the combination of a CPAP machine and a dose of melatonin at bedtime have combined to allow me to sleep well enough to start dreaming in a meaningful way.

(Before the CPAP, dreaming usually meant nightmares, generally ending with falling off a cliff or out of an airplane or off of a tall building…well, you know…and waking up before I hit the ground, covered in sweat, gasping for breath.  Turned out when I was tested that I was waking up something like 66 times an hour due to my soft palate collapsing and not being able to breathe through my nose.  With the CPAP machine for the last five years, it’s more like 3 or 4 times a night, if that.)

So the bottom line was, I woke up, remembered the dream, and the characters and what they were doing were so present in my mind, I had to write it.  The characters were demanding that I write it.  And they would not leave me alone.

One problem:  It was fantasy.  And as it turned out, it was 11,000 words of fantasy.

Jack Randall knew immediately something was off when he pulled up to the old roadhouse.

Little did he know that crossing paths that night with the establishment’s beautiful bartender and her handsomely-rugged boyfriend/cook would lead to him recalling his former life as a god – or fighting a rematch with the god who had stolen his memories.

Fantasy is not my métier, by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve never spent a lot of time reading it, and certainly never entertained any notion of writing it. I’m usually too hard-headed to enjoy stories about magic. There are exceptions, but not many.

But because I have a sort-of mentor who is an established SF/fantasy writer, who says, “Write your dreams,” I had to take that to heart.  I wrote it; it took about a week and a half, then I cleaned it up and made a cover for it, and it’s been up on Amazon for about two weeks as either a $0.99 “buy it” or a Kindle Unlimited “download it for free and read it”.

And when I mentioned it on Facebook, the blogger you may know as Brigid from Home On The Range bought it, read it, and (from what she said about it) loved it.  And she’s been kind enough to say nice thing about it on her blog, as well.

I was simply floored, and was speechless for a while (and those of you who know me know that’s sometimes difficult to achieve with me).  So thank you, Brigid.  I am more grateful to you than I can express.

Here is the story.

Only $0.99 to buy, or read with Kindle Unlimited.

Direct link (If you’re on an iPad or something tablety or phone-y, you may need to go direct as the above iframe may not work for you.)

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Let me make a point about the lockdowns.

Basically, I thought two weeks just to slow the thing down was OK.  If you’ve been reading my posts for the last two months, you know I am losing patience with the fucking idiocy of our politicians and our government-beholden “experts” who will tell the politicians anything they want to hear in order to keep getting funded.

Throwing millions of people out of work without any end in sight and completely fucking up the supply chain by keeping things closed down for over two months has been a ridiculous overreach and abuse of power by government officials (I am extremely surprised Michigan’s governor is not yet swinging from a lamppost), and I don’t give a shit who you are or what side of the question you come down on.  That includes people I consider friends.  THIS NEEDS TO STOP.  IT NEEDED TO STOP SIX OR SEVEN WEEKS AGO.

Comes now a guy who is a professional epidemiologist and for 20 years headed up a department called Biostatistics, Epidemiology, and Research Design at The Rockefeller Institute’s Center for Clinical and Transitional Studies who a) is NOT the media’s darling Dr. Fauci and b) says we got this completely wrong and we need to open up now.  You can read what Knut Wittkowski has to say here.

So besides Senator DOCTOR Rand Paul explaining to Dr. Fauci why he’s wrong last week, we’ve got this other guy also explaining why he’s wrong, and (among other things) why Sweden got it almost completely right (they should have locked down their nursing homes) and why we have gotten it so stupidly wrong by arbitrarily locking down everything (except we didn’t really — how many of you have “essential” jobs or can work from home?).

In essence, we gave away our rights — temporarily?  Jury’s still out on what happens if this comes back for another season — for a mess of pottage.

It’s time to be done, time to go back to living, and time to repair the damage we’ve done to our country, our economy, and our people.  And to stop putting our trust in government bureaucrats masquerading as experts while they line up at the government trough to be fed.

Fuck your virtue signaling.

All y’all feel free to wear masks that don’t do anything to stop the virus. My allergies are so damn bad right now, I can barely breathe to start with, so I won’t be wearing one. I very nearly can’t wear my CPAP at night at this point, and that’s supposed to HELP me breathe.

Stick your virtue signalling cloth masks where the sun don’t shine.  And your N95 masks you’re probably not wearing correctly, too.

Any stores requiring masks will not be benefiting from my patronage when this is all over.  Or at the very least won’t be my first choice if there are other options.

Why I’m unmoved by the WuFlu Reaper

I was a late child of respectively, the youngest of four (my dad) and the younger of two (my mom). Dad was 34 when I was born, Mom was 31. My grandparents were all gone by the time I was 19. (My paternal grandmother died several years before I was born.)*

So I grew up with family dying around me. Almost all of my cousins are 10+ years older than me (and I’ve already lost two of them — one was in the submarine service back in the ’60s and committed suicide in the ’70s, the other — retired Navy LCDR — died of various and sundry ills at 58 in 2006.). All my aunts and uncles are dead, Dad’s dead, and Mom is 92 and getting frail.

The love of my life…before my wife came along 20 years ago, and even then (yeah, my wife knows, and she also knows I’m too straight-laced to stray)…died of lupus at 57, six years ago come May 20. I still haven’t fully dealt with her death. (She’s a character in my WiP, I think that’s how I’m doing that.)**

Another woman I dated years ago died at 51 in ’08. Cancer. Several ladies I knew in college went in their 40’s from cancer.

A couple of male friends died far too early in accidents or just from ill health.

My wife has had several close friends pass since we got married (including one she considered her sister of another mother — and that’s how we ended up with a grown-up “daughter” and grandkids), and she doesn’t understand how I deal with it so calmly when she goes all to pieces.

The love of my life I wrote about, up there? Didn’t/Couldn’t even shed a tear at her funeral. On the other hand, she was definitely in a better place, so that’s probably part of the reason why.

Gonna admit that I lost it when my Dad died. But only once.

The obituary pages, even before COVID, suggest I could go to funerals at least a couple of times a week.

Strangely enough, I know no one who has either had, or died from, COVID.***  At second-hand, there have been a couple of people whose deaths were attributed to COVID, but who likely died from something else that COVID just helped along.

At any rate…

Death has always been a part of life, as long as I can remember. I don’t know how it could have been any other way. Which is why I just frankly can’t be moved about the WuFlu. Especially since we seem to have been lied to from the start about how it was going to spread in this country.  As I keep trying to point out, there’s no way the lockdown “flattened the curve” to the extent that it has apparently been flattened.  There are too many people exempt from lockdown orders, too many cars on the road, too many people in the stores, and too much evidence that the lockdown orders didn’t make any difference anyway (and may have made things worse by hindering the development of “herd immunity”) for me to take any of it seriously at this point.

As Sarah Hoyt is fond of saying, “Olly olly oxen free!”  It’s May Day.  Take it back from the Commies and make it a day of freedom.

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* A lot of people who know how old I am (and you will, here, in a moment, if you don’t already) are surprised when they find out my Dad fought in France in World War II.  He was drafted in ’43 and went to Europe in ’44.  He came back and went to college on the GI Bill, and didn’t marry my mother till ’51, and they didn’t have me until ’59.  My sister came along in ’61.  So our parents were about 10 years older than those of most of our schoolmates and other contemporaries.  If someone we knew had parents as old as ours, they usually had older siblings and were generally considered “the oops”. 🙂

** In case anyone is wondering, she took too long to say “yes” when she had wanted to for a long time, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.  Long story.  Her own fault, she knew it, and she told me later.

*** Which doesn’t leave out the possibility that they had it but were either asymptomatic or had a mild case that wasn’t identified as COVID.  For instance, I think I had a mild case of it back in November, 2019.  It’s been around a lot longer than most people think, since the fucking Chinese decided it was better to let it spread around the world rather than contain it back in September/October 2019.  Never trust China.  China is asshole.

Indiana is still trying to scare its people

The ISDH website which I have bitched about for weeks is finally reporting tests at the county level, but is still not reporting recoveries.  I continue to maintain that it cannot be that difficult to report the number of recoveries of people who were hospitalized with cases of WuFlu.  You know they came into the hospital, you know they left the hospital.  Raw numbers like that which do not identify anyone are not protected by HIPAA.

So let’s look at Marion County.  As of now, the page reports

5,295 Positive cases

305 Deaths

24,000 Total tested

OK.  So roughly (very roughly) for every 5 tests, they’ve had 1 positive case.  And that number has got to be incorrect, because it does not take into account the fact that until just a couple of weeks ago, practically nobody was getting tested.  (When I wrote my original “Bullshit.” post, 25 days ago, only 19,800 had been tested STATEWIDE.)  So many of the positive cases probably can’t be counted among the total tested.  Unless they can, and this is the problem with numbers thrown out to the public without any explanation of how they were derived.

So let’s look at the statewide totals, since I have them handy from April 4 (25 days ago) and we can do some comparisons.

Statewide COVID-19 Totals from ISDH
Date Total Positive Cases Total Deaths Total Tested
April 4 3,953 116 19,800
April 29 17,182 984 91,550

In 25 days — three weeks and four days — the number of positive cases has (roughly) quadrupled.  The number of deaths (which remain nearly negligible from a statistical point of view) have increased 8.5 times.  The total number of those tested has increased just over 4.6 times.

But what’s still missing?

Yep.  How many of those 16,198 positive cases where the patient didn’t die (or hasn’t yet died) have resolved into recovery?

The state doesn’t want to tell us.  It’s not that they don’t know the number, or don’t have a feel for it, it’s that it doesn’t help the Governor’s narrative that he wants to keep the state shut down for at least another week into May.

And let’s face it — we were told there would be a lot more deaths than we’ve seen so far, even with the curve flattening.

Testing is beginning to show that the Governor is full of shit about the spread.  Only 18.8% of those tested so far have had the virus.  (24,000 of those tested are in Marion County, BTW.  That’s 26.2% of the statewide total, and makes sense because Marion County is the largest population center in the state.)  And there’s another statistic I’d like to know — how many of those tested had the virus but remained asymptomatic and simply had to stay home for two weeks in self-quarantine?

If you add the “doughnut counties” — the eight counties surrounding Marion County, in other words, the “Indianapolis Metropolitan Area” — you find another 18,003 total tests, which is another 19.6% of the statewide total.  So 26.2+19.6 = 45.8%, or pretty damn close to half the tests in the entire state.

Adding up all the positive cases reported in the 9-county metro area, you get 8,404, or 48.9% of the statewide total.

Adding up all the deaths in the 9-county metro area, you get 964, or 57.4% of the statewide total.

Bottom line, half the problem is in 9 of the 92 counties in the state.  And the problem is not statistically massive.  Using again the number for statewide population that I pulled on April 4, 6,692,000, the percentages as of today (29 Apr 2020) are like this:

Indiana COVID-19 Totals as Percentage of Total State Population, 29 Apr 2020
State population (est. 2017) 6,692,000
Total reported cases in the population 0.257%
Total deaths in the population 0.014%
Total tested in the population 1.368%

We are still being coddled by our All Wise And Powerful Governor for something that has barely ticked over a quarter of a percentage point of the population, and hasn’t killed but 14 thousandths of a percent of the population.  And only ~1.4% of the population has even been tested, but that’s still 7 times more than have been tested and are positive. (Numbers corrected slightly on 30 Apr 2020; percentage of total tested was misstated in the table but stated correctly in this paragraph.)

We are being lied to.

Despite the “lockdown” orders, and the fact that many businesses are closed and may not be able to come back after this, there are still a gazillion cars on the roads, stores that are open are still as full of people as social distancing can get them, people are out walking and biking and probably congregating in the parks for all I know, and it just doesn’t look to me like the “lockdown” orders are responsible for the “flattening of the curve”.

The scary metrics on the ISDH page are only scary if you don’t know what they really mean.  Put those graphs into perspective, remembering that there are over 6,000 times more people in the state than the range on the “Statewide Positive Cases By Day” graph, which goes only to 1000 cases on the left-hand scale.  If the left-hand scale went to 6.7 million, and showed the proportion of daily positive cases against the total state population, you wouldn’t be able to see the peaks and valleys…it would look like a flat line starting March 6 and extending to April 29.

For the families of those suffering from the virus, and for the families of those who have died in some way connected to the virus (since the virus itself is rarely going to be the proximate cause of death — usually it will be heart attack, stroke, nervous system collapse, asphyxiation from the pneumonia-like symptoms, all “complicated by the COVID-19 virus”), this is a terrible time.  You’ve got someone in your family who is very, very sick, or in fact has died because they contracted the virus and probably made a pre-existing condition worse.  It would be heartless to say I don’t care about that, because I do care about that.

But in the end, we have to care about the people who are living.  Why do funeral processions yield to bridal processions?  Because the living are more important than the dead.

And it’s time to start living again.  There are tests; there are treatments; and yes, there will still be some who die because of the virus.

That’s life.  And some who are riding high in April will be (metaphorically) shot down in May.

That’s how the dice roll in this crazy game we call life.

Mr. Holcomb, tear down your orders.  It’s time to go back to work and back to living.  And some, maybe most, of us, are going to do that starting May 1 whether you like it or not.


30 Apr 2020: Edited slightly to place total population percentages in an easier-to-read table. Also captioned the “Statewide COVID-19 Totals from ISDH” table to make it obvious what data the table contained.

Just had a wild thought

I wonder who is still going to be wearing masks when it’s in the 90’s this summer?

First thing we do, we’ll kill all the voters.

Over on Fecesbook, I see people talking about it being a shame cops make it home at night — at the moment, primarily based on various and sundry arrests being made of people violating illegal executive orders regarding quarantine, but pre-COVID-19, the argument was simply that cops were either enforcing poorly-drawn law or misinterpreting what they thought was the law.  For some, this is a reflexive response that gets spit out every time they hear about some injustice being perpetrated by what they feel are bad cops.  Maybe the cops are bad, maybe they aren’t.  It’s not my place to make that judgement.

But this argument leaves out the fact that cops don’t make the law.  They are merely charged with enforcing it.

And the argument leaves out talking about what a shame it is the legislators who make those shitful laws make it home at night.  Or in the current situation, the governors and mayors and judges who are issuing executive orders which illegally restrict the ability of the citizens to live their lives.  (Illegal, because no executive order in and of itself may make new law or create new offenses.  You need the legislature for that.  And in Indiana, at least, it appears that no executive order trumps that principle, regardless of anything our governor has to say about it, or any prima facie unconstitutional (per the Indiana State Constitution) statute that’s been written into the Indiana Code regarding the governor’s supposed power to do that.)

So by this Facebookean logic, there are no good legislators, either.  Frankly, I’m not really arguing against that, because I think it’s valid; even if one goes into politics with good intentions, it seems to end up being a power thing (as in, “how do I hold onto power?”), and bad law continues to be written despite all the “reform” politicians who are elected swearing to change things.  As Heinlein trenchantly observed (via the voice of Lazarus Long),

“I don’t mean that a business politician won’t steal; stealing is his business. But all politicians are nonproductive. The only commodity any politician has to offer is jawbone. His personal integrity—meaning, if he gives his word, can you rely on it? A successful business politician knows this and guards his reputation for sticking by his commitments—because he wants to stay in business—go on stealing, that is—not only this week but next year and years after that. So if he’s smart enough to be successful at this very exacting trade, he can have the morals of a snapping turtle, but he performs in such a way as not to jeopardize the only thing he has to sell, his reputation for keeping promises.

“But a reform politician has no such lodestone. His devotion is to the welfare of all the people—an abstraction of very high order and therefore capable of endless definitions. If indeed it can be defined in meaningful terms. In consequence your utterly sincere and incorruptible reform politician is capable of breaking his word three times before breakfast—not from personal dishonesty, as he sincerely regrets the necessity and will tell you so—but from unswerving devotion to his ideal.

“All it takes to get him to break his word is for someone to get his ear and convince him that it is necessary for the greater good of all the peepul. He’ll geek.

“After he gets hardened to this, he’s capable of cheating at solitaire. Fortunately he rarely stays in office long—except during the decay and fall of a culture.”

Heinlein, Robert A.. Time Enough for Love (p. 110). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Finally, reductio ad absurdum, even those who voted for the bad legislators are themselves bad — and as Heinlein suggests, are themselves culpable for the writing of bad law due to their unwillingness to vote out “their guy”. To some extent I will argue that point; it seems to me, in the main, those who vote for bad legislators are simply under-informed, weak-minded, and vote with their feelings rather than with any logical purpose in mind.*  On the other hand, there are really no good candidates, either (this is implied already by “no good legislators”), so that makes any choice a bad choice, and all of us bad voters.  Sadly, to paraphrase a fictional computer that learned wisdom, “The only winning move is not to vote.”  Which, of course, fixes nothing.

But this is because the entire system is a fucked-up crapshoot. Plus, nobody really knows what the law is to begin with, which (if they were honest) legislators would admit is a feature of the system, not a bug.  Thus we have legislators who vote for omnibus bills they have not read, and police and government agencies that enforce laws that are often incomplete, full of loopholes (intended or unintended), and often unintelligible to all but the corpus of lawyers who specialize in bureaucratic law.  While it is the responsibility of the police to know the laws under which they are citing and arresting people, it is in this day and age nearly impossible for any one person — even one charged with knowing, applying, and upholding it — to truly know the law.

And thus, as is often pointed out, the average American unknowingly commits at least three felonies every day.

When and where does this stop?  When do we have the Great Overhaul of the Federal Code that throws out about 75%, hell, maybe 100%, of everything that’s been passed since 1789, and starts over from Constitutional scratch?

To answer my own question:  Probably never, since nobody teaches civics anymore.  Nobody seems to understand that the way to fix these problems is to remonstrate decisively when bad law is enacted, and if our elected legislators and other government officials then hesitate or refuse to fix the problems, or deny that any problems exist, THROW THE BASTARDS OUT.  And keep throwing the bastards out until you get a crop of bastards who, while they are still bastards, will follow the dictates of the people because they really want to stay in office.

And if that fails, simply state, “I will not comply,” and let laws that violate civil liberties rot on the vine.  (Which is what is beginning to happen as people understand the quarantine edicts — not really laws — that have been laid on us for the past two months have accomplished little more than to wreck the economy.**)

One man or woman saying “I will not comply” is not sufficient.  A million men and women saying, “I will not comply” is a constituency that must be heeded.  (But make it an actual million, folks, or even more; these “million ____ marches” — fill in the blank — are little more than a publicity stunt.  A month later, nobody remembers them.)

If citizens really understood the concepts of citizenship and liberty, these problems would not exist, because the people who are responsible for them would be, at minimum, out of office; or possibly six feet under, depending on the severity of the foolishness for which they were responsible.

I would argue that the good people of the Commonwealth of Virginia had this opportunity several months ago, and they blew it.  Thus ever to tyrants?

Let’s hope not.  The Tree of Liberty is long overdue for a watering, even if the nature of the watering is only metaphorical.

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* Also in my opinion, this happens on both sides of the political divide.  Conservatives are just as guilty as progressives.  Leftists, Centrists, Rightists, all are guilty guilty guilty (Centrists are guilty for pretending it’s possible to debate our freedoms and pare them away in the name of “consensus”).  I have argued for years that as much as I believe abortion is murder, it is not worth the Right’s time and effort to concentrate on that battle.  To be brutally honest, one can even substitute “2A rights” for “abortion”.  These single issues divert our attention from the main event, which is simply the idea that we should be electing people who are broadly devoted to liberty and upholding the Constitution as written, rather than worrying about how a given candidate comes down on a given pet issue.  If we elect people who are devoted to the Constitution as a whole, many of the questions over which we argue today would vanish, or at least be shoved to the side in favor of liberty.  None of these vanity issues matter if the Constitution itself is subverted or ignored.

** This post isn’t really about the COVID-19 quarantine, unless it is, but here are some links that go along with that statement:

California Docs Say Lockdown vs. Non-Lockdown ‘Did Not Produce a Statistically Different Number of Deaths’

Here Comes the Sun: The Good News about COVID-19 the Media Apparently Doesn’t Want You to Know

Businesses Without Options Defy Closing Orders

Lockdown is Destroying Food Supply Chain

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