There is no reason for it Jerome. Do you have a valid reason why this should be the worlds number#1 concern?
I’m not sure where you live, James, but things seem to be quite different from a Darwin perspective.
And since I’m part of the world who is concerned by the current circumstances, I thought I might fill you in on a few things: if you’re interested, that is.
For us it’s not so black and white (non-racist). We have concerns about COVID but we are also concerned about other things.
Concern and the amount thereof is quite dependent on circumstances, as you probably know.
When there was an outbreak in Wuhan I was a bit concerned. I know enough about Petri dishes and such to understand how things can get out of hand if not attended to appropriately.
Watching the map was like being back in school, watching a cluster of bacteria growing slowly at first, then accelerating as the days went on. Fascinating.
Then my teacher would tell be to dump the dish in a bucket of bleach before the whole class came down with syphilis or whatever it was I was growing.
He would then explain to me how it all works, this herd infection and exponential stuff.
I would nod with agreement and understanding and wait until he left so I could grow something I’d found on the end of my dick. (Fortunately it turned out to be a fungus, most likely picked up from my under ware that hadn’t been changed in a week).
It was the time in my life I say polio eradicated from Australia. I found out how that worked as well.
Not a miracle, James. Fucking hard work by some very smart cookies along with a country who was willing to help by listening to them.
I had mates who had polio. Very unpleasant.
I remember all that and keep it in mind when ever I come across an infectious disease I don’t like. Like measles, mumps, whooping cough, diphtheria.... you know the things. Baby killers my mum called them.
I later discovered that there are many diseases we have around we get at some time of our lives and develop our own immunity.
Some we even get from our mum while breast feeding. Just for a while at least so we can survive long enough to have our shots and/or develop our own by getting a little bit sick.
It was a concern for my parents. Not the only one, but important enough to do something if the neighbourhood had a rush of measles or the like.
“You’re not going out with you mate, Dave, this week, Tommy. His sister has measles” she order. “Now eat your Brussel sprouts“
I had no idea what Brussel sprouts had to do with measles or Dave’s sister but I did as she ordered or I’d get a thumping as well.
It was my mum’s way of being scientific in a tough love sort of way. I didn’t understand everything but I knew she had things under control.
She had 9 kids at the end and none of us died from diseases. Mind you, she did say she felt like killing us from time to time and her cooking was enough to kill the family dog; literally. It dies of heart disease. Like most of the men in the family who ate her food.
So what am I getting at.
Well, for a start, we don’t know everything about everything. Some days we just need to go with the flow and see what happens.
If we don’t, we may get a beating from my mum, figuratively speaking.
Then again, we might lose out on something that catches up with us later.
Case in mind.
When I was 63 I got real sick. Collapsed in the living room, chill, and fever, unable to move. Thought I was goin to die.
Spent some time in emergency with doctors scratching their head. Blood tests showed nothing.
Someone asked me if I wanted to see a preacher.
“Fuck off, I’d rather die” I yelled.
I didn’t die as you can clearly tell.
Turns out I had parvovirus. No, not the dog sort, silly. That’s what I thought.
I believe this is one of those ‘herd immunity’ things.
Kids get infected from each other when they exchange body fluids. Ech! Saliva mainly. Grubby little buggers.
But it’s mild. My mum called it Slapped Face Disease because of the red cheeks it produces, along with a snotty nose and a mild fever that last a day or two. Not a big deal for any kid.
Once done they are immune. Nice!
The herd get it end everyone is immune. A whole classroom of snotty nosed, red faced kids. Double yuck!
Well, almost everyone. Seems like I missed out. Probably because I didn’t mix with the right kids, or any kids. I was locked away quite a bit for setting fire to most things.
So, when I came across a snotty grand daughter with a slapped cheek I didn’t think anything of it. And I finished up with an affectionately transmitted disease that rendered me useless.
You see, old people react differently to young people when it comes to disease. While a kid can feel off colour for a day or 2, I was nearly killed me of and it took me months to recover. Old people die from it. Some don’t. Thnanks to a smart med team and good care. And my own good general health.
You see, James, some days I was concerned for good reason, other days I wasn’t concerned and should have been.
Now I’m concerned all the time. Not paranoia, just appropriate for my health and the health of those around me.
So, right now, I’m concerned. It feels like parvovirus all over again.
I wonder how this CIVID thing will affect me and those around me and what I should do to alleviate any anxiety I might have.
Mind you, I don’t lose sleep over it. I have other concerns for that. Like a pain in my neck that is giving me a permanent headache, the increase in rates the council just slammed on land owner, a tree out the from that needs lopping, and general ageing complains.
I have noticed there are different levels of concern around me from different people.
An ex-colleague seems to think he’s immune. After all, he lived in S.Africa for 40 years and was shot at by rebels and the like. He survived. What that has to do with current circumstances I have no idea. I fell off a cliff once and survived. That didn’t make much difference to my immunity. Maybe it works differently for S.Africans.
My wife is a bit more concerned. She washes everything twice, including me, and refuses To Leave the house unless it’s on fire.
But yet she still shows concern; equal or more intense, for other things such as did I clean the floor properly, why do we have so much food in the fridge, Does her bum look bigger than last week, and general women related idiosynchricities.
We are surviving nicely. Generally, life goes on. We pay attention to the people we trust (medicos, scientists, the odd politician,) to provide us with the facts
We listen to opinion and consider it just that: opinion. They don’t count for much unless there’s a beating from my mother to accompany it.
She’s been dead for 20:years so I’m safe from that.
Do I have opinions? Sure. But I know they are not alway factual. So I’m always willing to change my opinion when I learn more from what I call reliable sources, and you already know what they are.
So, James, what about you? How do you determine your opinions? What facts enable you to be confident your on the right path and I’m not. Surely we must be using the same facts. Aftpter all, facts are facts, right.