Covid-19 Mess

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Saw a photo of an absolutely packed stadium in New Zealand. 

They have zero concerns about the coming flu season because they had a nationally mandated program, based on science and facts.

Also saw a rally in the Villages in Florida where Pence was speaking about the ‘exquisite job that the task force has done.

Masks were optional. The elderly were stacked, side-by-side.

A thousand people a day are dying here. 50,000 new cases every day.

“It’ll all be over after the election,” day the dumbest people you know.

The NFL is trying their best to change games to fit the teams who don’t have positive cases. 

It’s gonna’ get worse.

I’m out there every day. I don’t see very many construction guys wearing masks. Some come up to me extending their hands after if to shake.

“Get away from me with your diseases,” I respond.

“It is what it is,” I guess.

Instead of following the science and trying to rid the country of a viral infection that has no political affiliation we turned it into a partisan fight and I guess all the tough guys...

...are good with all of it.

The fun part is about to begin.

People will be evicted from their homes. 

Flu and cold season will grind the economy to a halt and people who are sick, but also starving, will show up for work anyway.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

The White House coming down with it could’ve been a stepping off point.

You’d have thought that perhaps there would’ve been a realization that going without masks and not practicing social distancing was kinda’ dumb.

But that didn’t happen either because that would’ve required people who were dead wrong to admit that they were dead wrong.

So, we keep spinning around in a special sort of hell.

A whole bunch more people will die, unnecessarily.

“We’re too f***ing dumb to survive this,” Little Steven Van Zandt said back in March.

He was absolutely correct.

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