at The market
Sun 8.15.21
When I was first made aware of the Covid I had some inkling of viruses since I once came down with one whose name escapes me. What I remember of it is that I was quite sick, for two days, in and out of consciousness, but I recovered. At the time people were made aware of this virus, but nothing like what is happening now. There were no specific instructions from the government, beyond the usual bromides that fit such occasions, bed, rest, aspirin. That is not the present case. The government and the corporations have decided to take it upon themselves to protect us from ourselves. You must wear a mask so as not to infect others, and to be protected from others. You must keep six feet apart from other human beings. You may not enter public enterprises or join public events without the mask. One encountered people on the streets, most of them with masks on. One particular incident comes to mind in which I was walking down Allen Avenue when I saw, up ahead, an old couple coming from a side street about to turn on Allen. They spot me, about 500 feet ahead, without a mask. They hesitate for a moment then decide to cross over to the other side of the street. They think I might be a carrier.
At the market, which posts a sign stating that an executive order has been issued mandating the wearing of masks in their establishment; without the mask you will not be served. A lot of shelves are sparsely filled and there is no toilet paper at all. Checking out my order, it occurs to me that the clerk who serves thousands of people is a prime target. She is young and arrogant; the virus might have a battle with that one. Yes -- being a sissy is an invitation to trouble.
We are told it’s a pandemic, people are dying by the thousands every day. The cities are especially hard hit. How could it be otherwise when millions, yes, millions of people use the subway several times a day in NYC. Restaurants, churches, public events are canceled. Stay home. The tone is sober when one encounters others going about one’s business. Clerks make short shrift of customers who are now possible death providers.
At some point, perhaps six months on, the tide turns. A woman in the paper products aisle at market is upset. They are jacking up the price of toilet paper and she is furious at this gouging. There is talk that we will be short of meat soon. It’s a set up, I tell her. I am becoming aware as are others that there is more to this “Covid” business than what we are told. Fauci at the CDC is urging us to wear two masks for better protection. It’s not working. People no longer keep the six feet distance from others, wear whatever is at hand to cover the face, and only fools and the fragile wear the mask outdoors. Looking at the death count for 2020 in the U.S. one discovers that there were fewer deaths than occurred in 2019. How’s that?
I cannot and will not advise another on what is the best course for them to follow concerning “Covid.” Each individual makes their own decision on what is the best path for them to follow. I certainly respect those who are cautious, because in fact, we don’t rightly know the truth of the situation.
Below is one woman’s research, an investigative journalist, on the matter that you can add to your information or dismiss it:
I was informed this week that the Covid count is up in my county and advised to put the mask back on. I was surprised to find at market today no one had a mask on, this in a county that is definitely woke. However, this is the 3rd week in which there are empty shelves in some of the aisles.
The favorite post this month has been Simulation Theory
