Open Up, The War Is Over
Because it will be done online due to Covid19, it will be done without the knowledge of my vital signs or any sort of physical examination.
I’m not sure what the point is, but I guess it’s always good to meet new people…
The hospital itself is pretty much empty.
Yesterday, I went to pick up an order at WalMart and witnessed three near brawls over parking spaces.
Generally speaking, we don’t fight like that here.
People are angry and restless and the new buzzword is “tyranny”.
People no longer believe they are being protected, but oppressed…by “tyrants”.
Whatever value the lockdown had (and I believe it was significant) has been replaced by the greater risk of civil unrest, violence, and the economic disaster from which many will never recover.
Reasoned discussion of the best way forward with the fewest deaths and less of a financial crisis is no longer possible in a world of partisan politics and conspiracy theories.
We may have defeated the virus at some point, but we could not overcome our own conflicts to act as one people against a common enemy.
Open everything back up full throttle.
The enemy has triumphed, we will see what the spoils of war shall be.
There will be many who die, many more who will only partially recover, but there will be no agency to blame but ourselves.
Those of us who must, will protect ourselves as we are able.
If we do not open back up, we’ll be in greater danger from our neighbor than from the virus.
Let us save what we can…
As I travel through this valley that is my home, I see many businesses that will never reopen.
They represent lives that were invested, jobs provided, and services rendered for many.
They are the heart of the valley that has beat for the last time.
Things will never be the same here.
This is a tragedy that will follow us for years in many ways seen and still unseen.
There is much to mourn and more mourning to come…but those who survive will be able to mourn over a sit down breakfast with properly coiffed hair.
I do not say this sarcastically.
I want my favorite diner to survive.
I want my barber to survive.
I want to survive.
A sacrifice will be made, but I cannot righteously discern which will live and which will die.
As I write this, I understand that our country will never be the same again either.
We were given a common enemy to fight together and that unity in battle might have healed us.
We turned on each other instead and the divided house has fallen.
Perhaps at some point we will mourn our losses together.
Perhaps we will remember how much we loved what we had, where we had it, and those who we loved in it.
Lord have mercy…