China’s Botched Response Will Weaken It on World Stage | Call it paradox, irony, karma, or even tragedy, but China emerges from its deceit about the coronavirus outbreak in its weakest position since its Westernization began under Deng Xiaoping. And the U.S., after some rocky months ahead, if it stays calm, will likely reemerge in its strongest state in memory vis-à-vis its rivals.
Not the Babylon Bee: “Baltimore Mayor Begs Residents To Stop Shooting Each Other So Hospital Beds Can Be Used For Coronavirus Patients” I’m sure MS-13 and the other drug turf gangs will understand and refrain from their normal carnage.
Why you can’t believe illness statistics right now – There are four data that the public is interested in for epidemics: Exposure %, mild illness %, truly ill %, and dead %. But % of what? Journalists have no clue about this. Exposure can be tested, whether ill or not. However, very few people will be tested for exposure if they feel fine or have the sniffles, and it would be absurd (except for a limited study of the general population) to randomly test people. I’d be interested in those results but it’s academic. One epidemiologist said yesterday that the majority of people in the NYC metro area (NY, NJ, CT) and in MA have been exposed. A guess, though. Exposed but not ill is good. You get herd immunity. It is happening now, for sure. Probably in CA too. Most viral spread is probably by people without symptoms who assume they are clear. My point is that, without a number for people exposed and unexposed within a given general population, you have no denominators.
Liberty’s Torch: Resist Viral Subjugation Time was, no one would even entertain the possibility that an American political party would put power above the well-being of Americans generally. That time is long past. The possibility that this is an engineered panic — a panic with the full weight of the Left and the media behind it – has been on many minds.
War, famine, plague, millennials : Deep State is rehearsing how to do a lockdown, in case they want to use it for “Climate Change.” The inability to see health and economy as anything other than a list of priorities, was already inculcated — only partly from demonic malice. The commanding idea that “you just do it,” from banning guns and “carbon,” to changing “genders,” to slaughtering the inconvenient, comes naturally to those who don’t know any better.
“The U.S. may or may not be a test case of a large… Donald Trump is being pilloried for leaning against panic, urging comparisons to the flu, suggesting the stock market is overreacting. Like the bus, another reason to pillory Mr. Trump will come along in five minutes and not one of his critics will engage in soul-searching over whether he might have had a point.”
The Perfect Vision Plague Diaries #3 – Andy Havens The worry over the contagion being spread in restaurants abated, and the virtue signaling changed to “I’m making sure to get out and support local businesses so they can survive this difficult time.” (wait for it) “AND YOU SHOULD TOO.” (there it is, the obligatory social directive) I’ve heard the phrase “support local business” so many times in the past several days that I want to get a sack of takeout from Applebee’s and eat it in the parking lot of a Home Depot while ordering McDonald’s through UberEats.
No, It’s Not The Flu, Bro | In order to “flatten the curve” we need to obliterate what’s left of civil life. We have to hand to the state the power to shutter businesses, lock people in their homes and reorganizes society as they see fit. The price of flattening the curve will be a never-ending war on civil life by a thoroughly corrupt ruling class. So no, it is not just the flu bro. It is not about the stock market or the economy either. It is about what comes after the flu decades after it is gone.
To Talk of Many Things… | Joel D. Hirst’s Blog Suddenly there is a new war to be prosecuted, and America is at her best when rallied together to fight for our way of life. Things that define us, that have always defined us matter again. Borders; it has been comical though painful in its whiplash to see the modern ‘globalist’ pretenders throw up barriers and even swipe the airplanes from the sky in that singular admission, “It is only here, on this patch of earth, that we can affect change. That we can protect ourselves,” and in the process laying bare for the world the differences in societies. China, totalitarian in every way could only do what those who seek power do, lie. And in this great lie, gave the world calamity. There will be a reckoning for that, but that is for another day. Europe, a Europe of ease and welfare aged and soft assuming all its battles had been fought and never again would they see the misery of pestilence and war has been forced to face the fact that history never ends. And in such, the design of the EU is woefully inadequate to address the wars of humanity which rage, whether we like it or not.
Life is like invading Russia. A blitz start, massed shakos, plumes dancing like a flustered henhouse; a period of svelte progress recorded in ebullient despatches as the enemy falls back; then the beginning of a long, morale-sapping trudge with rations getting shorter and the first snowflakes upon your face. The enemy burns Moscow and you yield to General January, whose fingernails are very icicles. Bitter retreat. Harrying Cossacks. Eventually you fall beneath a boy-gunner’s grapeshot while crossing some Polish river not even marked on your general’s map. — Julian Barnes, Talking It Over. Never Yet Melted » Life
Goodbye, My Darling – If the coronavirus comes to get me, consider this an advance directive: Keep me alive through any heroic measures you like, but I want to go out blitzed out of my mind with twelve Fentanyl lollipops in my mouth, a Vicodan IV, and a double-Percodan enema, and this is my Last Will and Testament: being high is far more important to me than having one last lucid conversation with you; if you’ve got something you need to say to me before I shuffle off this mortal coil, say it now, because when I’m dying, I want to be higher than I’ve ever been before—and that’s high, believe me—drooling and smiling benignly at you from beyond that noctilucent cloud. I want it to be just the way Gaby’s nurse promises: “You’ll be off your tits.”