Thirteen M 2020
Friday and a sad day it is. An entry on a Friday the 13th IS EXTRA-ORDINARY and UNPRECEDENTED. However it is raining and we are in CRISIS MODE.
WHAT ?!
You heard me. This ‘corona virus’ scare has tumbled TOTALLY out of control. I mean TOTALLY bonkers.
A couple of nights ago, I made a couple of phone calls to golfing friends setting up a team for a local Meals on Wheels fund raising event in May. Both parties brought up the ‘talk of the day’ and we discussed momentarily before agreeing and dismissing the hoax.
Yesterday I received a call AND a SERIES (think ‘bombardment’) of emails with messages of cascading gravity and I will go thru them.
First, I met up for dinner after a quick stop at APL for a set of exchanges. Three cds of music and a couple of series dvds. I missed a couple of audio-books but that will be remedied with a quick stop and revisit later today.
Upon arriving home, fully expecting to settle and listen to the Stars game on the radio, and no game.
I checked the schedule and there is SUPPOSED to be a game. I further checked the smart phone and nothing there.
I went next to check email accounts and messages. First there were forwarded funnies RE covid-19 from friends quickly dismissed and deleted.
A message from Van Taylor, US Congressman from this district with an ‘update’ on the ‘developing problem.’ He is a freshman rep and trying hard searching for something but operative work trying and not yet corrupted.
Then the REAL SHOCKER.
A DETAILED message from the Bishop with a ‘decree’ and protocols for changes in Mass.
Those over 60 are ‘dispensed from the obligation to attend Mass’ to keep parishioners ‘safe’.
So guess who isn’t going to church ‘until further notice’ and the degree is revoked?
YOU WOULDN’T?
I am.
What, disregard a directive from the Bishop?
God and I haven’t talked about this and we may very well not.
I shall wait for him to bring it up but I don't think He will.
I KNOW how I feel and WHAT I think I am SPECULATING God doesn’t view the problem as real either. Not like a plague of locusts or anything. God does have a sense of humor but he doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to show it. It manifests as ‘compassion.’ Sometimes.
While I would never tell the Bishop this but it is pure Kuhscheiße.
It’s like cancelling the game on the ‘threat’ of rain.
Like the time the committee at Saint Michael’s Fall Festival canceling on the ‘chance’ of rain and then it didn’t rain AND was sunny and beautiful.
I was SO GLAD I had stepped down BEFORE that as I did not agree with making the cancellation plan ‘just in case’ because it would become that much easier to post pone. The chairman was an idiot and hasn't been seen or heard from since. A load-mouthed and pushy New Yorker.
I am afraid and fear this will set a new precedent canceling ANYTHING in the name of safety. We collectively have gone too far. Many are the times threats pass and in the grand scheme of things in the long-term MAKE NO DIFFERENCE. AT All.
This morning, another shocker and an email that the 2020 WWAF has been POSTPONED. This is a weekend long event and a travesty.
First Born shares the absurdity of the situation AND she is a health care worker witnessing FIRST hand reactions on BOTH sides. The panic and the farce.
This is another name for the flu people.
The media and social media have the lemmings marching.
FB says the stores in her locale have NO TOILET PAPER, NO DISINFECTING WIPES AND NO HAND SANITIZER CAN BE FOUND. ANYWHERE. Say PANIC 10X.
Well, I have some hand goop. I will part with a small one for $500 and the larger one $1000.
The perpetrators have to be LTAO at the idiocy and speed this hoax has elevated. Such media attention and the dems are blaming the President. Shows the intellect of teh people CRAVING that power.
We need MORE jails for these seditious dissenters.
So today I will make my plans carefully. One plan is to get out early and thru the rain to circle the bases with necessary stops, get home early, settle and hunker down.
Somewhere some sick minds are laughing, howling to the point of tears at how far the human race has fallen. And THAT is exactly how Gil Chesterton would phrase it.
Fallen.
