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It’s Not An Open Book

June 2, 2020

2020 is 5 months old. Around 150 days. 24 weeks. 1.8 seasons.

The warmest winter followed by the coolest spring.

Are you kidding?

First a Kabuki Impeachment Trial, with a Kabuki Vote and a Kabuki Verdict.

Then a crazed series of humans, being extreme in desire, in umbrage, in outrage, in shaming. Many races, ages, both of the cis-normative genders and sex preferences, in a TV show of theatrics that boiled down to two old white males, who have been doing this for two generations. And then the most normative one won.

That was two months.

Then a new season, not Spring, but COVID, flooded the world in about an hour, with fear that if you were old, fat, black, had A-positive blood, smoked and had a headache, or worse, coughed, you were a dead bag of water walking. Governments either ignored that threat or sent everyone to House Arrest and ended many businesses.

Until wishing it away had no currency.

Then, here in the Land Of Orange and Those Outraged At Orange, we all agreed on printing up, out of nothing but paper and ink (but mostly gigabytes on Internetted transfer) enough money to send to just about every American for a months rent. Maybe,

The inexplicable balloon of stock equity was deflated, our huge employment became greatly reduced, we had to stay home. Pretty much all of us. Everywhere.

Do not wear a mask. You must wear a mask. If you are old, quickly get to others who are also old for protection. No, that will kill you. There will be over 2,000,000 dead. Or in may just “go away”. Or not.

That was another 2 months.

Now: End This. You Cannot End This. Laws Are Killing Us. Laws Are Saving Our Lives. Open. Close. FREEDOM. SAFETY.

Then a guy gets murdered. Who was black. Male. Large. By a white guy. Who is a policeman. With three other white policemen. Absent a TV Show, this would have been more words that followed other words in repeat, for as long as any of us remember. If it was that, we had plenty to distract us from its insanity.

But there was a TV Show. Soon new episodes.

2020’s first two series were a boring, stilted, badly acted grind. The third TV Show was a dystopian Terror Show, where those sitting at home, doing as told, because they could do nothing else, are loudly lauded as “Hero’s”. And those who decided, long before someone ate a bat, which ate goose poop, which had a virus in it, that they wanted to stand in the breech between life and death, are now, suddenly, maybe for the first time, Hero’s.

Worthy of lawn hearts. Now.

Now lawn hearts are replaced by stopping traffic on federal highways, maybe with some of those newly discovered Hero’s ground to a halt, going to the breech between life and death in the stopped traffic. Streets burn. People scream, together, with no distance, no masks, not staying at home, because, well, we are people first, not the controlled.

In America, .03% will die infected. About 2/3 of those will be over 60, most of those over 70. Perhaps 150,000 thousand of us will go to where we all always go, but now alone, sooner than we could. In fear. Then this wave ebbs and we get a vaccine that protects less than half who it is administered to.

A young man was killed by 4 other people who we put into a place of killing for us. That human was simply murdered by them. Just as young men have been murdered in the same way for centuries. Like a series in repeat. Rerun after rerun, Over and over. And we are angry because there is no vaccine for this evil, either.

I wish there was a Final Episode. I wish that no more desire to kill lived in evil viruses and humans. But 2020 is only 5 months old.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Ruth Risberg permalink
    June 13, 2020 1:35 pm

    Accurate rendition of where we are. Thank you, Duo.

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