I can barely muster the energy to write on the subject of the virus. Why? Because it is so draining and frankly uninteresting to write about the astonishing stupidity and selfishness of Americans and many of their elected leaders.
Still, here I am thinking about writing something about it, something obviously pointless because no one connected to the various conspiracies and falsehoods surrounding corona virus and vaccinations ever changes their mind unless they make a sobbing confession from their deathbed that then tours the social media platforms and enriches the Tech Titans.
The single most important thing that didn’t happen or hasn’t happened so far is that more famous and powerful people did not die from the virus. Plain as that. Of course I am contradicting myself from earlier writings where I bemoaned the fact that in order for Americans to take something serious, like addiction, mental health or gun violence, celebrities have to lead the way.
They could have really led the way with the virus if they had died, and I’m not talking about small market conservative hate radio jocks. I mean the big enchiladas.
Where to begin if I am going to write about American stupidity? I think I will start small, right here in Oregon, with a simple decently-written letter to the editor of a newspaper, where the writer said he was still waiting for more information about the safety of the vaccines. He claimed there were lots of other people like him. Once the information arrived, they would most likely get the vaccine.
This writer reminded me of those voters in the last Presidential election who remained undecided up until the last second before they voted. They were in the news a lot, talking with TV news and pollster personalities about their reasons for indecision.
They just KNEW something the rest of us did not. They were more measured and deliberative with their opinions. They needed more information. More time. This was important, you know. Look how (self) important I am for taking my time and really questioning conventional wisdom. It’s all about me. Look at me, the skeptic! YOU don’t know what you are talking about. I KNOW what I’m talking about. I don’t run with the lemmings and their mushy mainstream beliefs. I read something on the internet…let me send you the link. It proves monkeys can fly out of your butts and the universe began in 4004 BC and that a horse de-wormer can treat Covid and that the ballots in Arizona were constructed from bamboo grown in Asia and that an Italian laser changed voting machines or that the Kinks didn’t write the real American national anthem for dumbshits with their song “Destroyer.”
There’s a red under my bed
And there’s a little green man in my head
And he said, you’re not going crazy, you’re just a bit sad
‘Cause there’s a man in ya, gnawing ya, tearing ya into two
Silly boy, ya self-destroyer
Paranoia, the destroyer
Self-destroyer, wreck your health
Destroy your friends, destroy yourself
The time device of self-destruction
Light the fuse and start eruption
I’ve written the following sentence about America a lot in recent years: “Where are we going as a nation?”
I’m done writing this question. Now I’m writing: “Where have we gone?”
Wasn’t this a stupid Pandemic piece reacting to stupid Americans?
But I do feel a little better.