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Red State Blue State: State of the Pandemic

There seems to be a trend emerging out there. Republicans are feeling negative about the sustainability of social distancing. Democrats are advocates. My modest proposal is this:
Red States should throw caution to the wind, let the weak perish (and the strong who can't get care), then let the virus take its course, hoping that those who survive will have immunity, or at least lower susceptibility. On the other hand, Blue states should follow the extreme social distancing advice of health experts and try to flatten the curve, giving more time to build healthcare resources, and develop new treatments and vaccines.
Will the Red states be right?
Or will nobody be left?

Will there be a Pandemic of Guilt among our leaders?

     My father died at the age of 59, during the Hong Kong influenza pandemic of 1968-69.
He wasn't the only one who died of the flu that year. Though it wasn't a particularly virulent strain, it was strong enough to kill my father and millions (yes, millions) of others.

     I didn't forgive myself for many years, because I believed he caught it from me.

     Right before Christmas of '68,  I was hitchhiking from my college in Massachusetts to my home in Connecticut. That's what college kids did back then. It was my first year away from home, and I wasn't feeling well. I was anxious to get back for a little rest, relaxation and home cooking.

     My first ride took me as far as Hartford, about halfway home. As luck would have it,  I spent an hour thumbing for a second ride, to no avail. I was feeling cold, tired and sick. I found a phone booth and gave my parents a call.  They quickly agreed to drive up to get me on that gray December afternoon.
   
     In the days following my return home, I slowly began to feel better. However, st the same time my father caught a nasty cold that he couldn't seem to shake. After a few days he refused to eat or drink anything. His thinking was confused at times. But my father, who suffered from dangerously high blood pressure and other heart issues from childhood scarlet fever,  begged us not to send him to the ER. My mother decided to give it another day. Late that same afternoon my father fell into a deep sleep.  I was reading in my bed when I heard a terrible bang come form my parents' bedroom, followed by my father moaning in pain. I rushed in to find him on the floor, bleeding. He had, in his delirium, fallen out of bed and hit his head on the wall. We called an ambulance. My father was rushed off to the hospital.

     He improved a bit after IV fluid therapy, but his fever was still there. Reluctantly, I returned to college. My father remained in the hospital. After two months of ups and downs,  rounds of antibiotics, false hopes and false alarms,  I got "the call."  My mother told me my father was barely conscious and that he had been given the last rites of the Catholic Church. I rushed home, thinking over and over again on the bus ride, he got this damn flu from me.

    My father died on March 1, 1969.  "Complications of the flu" was listed on his death certificate. For 50 years, my guilt gnawed  at me.  Strangely,  the current Covid-19 pandemic has helped me come to terms with this guilt.
 
      l had never before realized there was a flu pandemic going on until I recently read about the four great pandemics of the 20th century.  I now know that the virus was all around my family. Some people got it, others did not.  My mother never got sick. I became mildly ill. But along with millions of others, my poor father died.

     Back then there was no large scale testing, no stockpiling of equipment or drugs in preparation for a pandemic.  No call for social distancing.  It was a different time and place than today. So after all those years I've finally forgiven myself.

     But today, as we face the coronavirus, we DO have the testing, but not enough. We DO have the experts, whose warnings were ignored. We DO have the social distancing rules, which are often not heeded by those who feel invulnerable. Will our leaders be able to forgive themselves for doing so little so late?  Will our people be able to forgive themselves if they ignore social distancing and someone they love dies?  Only time will tell if there will be a Pandemic of Guilt.


   

Coronavirus

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_views_of_Charles_Darwin#/media/File:Charles_Darwin_by_Julia_Margaret_Cameron_3.jpg
We need to rebuild our public health system, so this doesn't happen again. Watch for op ed from Senator Chris Murphy, (D-CT) for brilliant assessment of the problem. Blue states should secede.  Idiotic Trump-following autocrats should be encouraged to keep ignoring science, so they can all win Darwin awards, Very very prestigious!

"Panic" early can actually slow down pandemic

https://youtu.be/e2Kga5HeAqk

An open letter to President Obama

Dear President Obama,
I ask you, where is our Roosevelt? Our Churchill? We need inspiring leadership in this crisis. Inspiration is what we need to quell the tide of fear. Where is our Gettysburg Address. Our Ask Not speech. Our nothing to fear but fear itself speech. Our I have seen the mountaintop speech?  Our Yes we can? President Obama, you were born (in America) to greatness. Please come forward and inspire us today. We can't wait for November.  We don't need you to be our president.  But we do need you to be our leader.

The New American Preamble

𝓜𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 

𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 

𝓲𝓷 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓪 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓬𝓽 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮, 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭, 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻, 𝓭𝓸 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹.