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Saturday, April 4, 2020

Tina’ TEOTWAWKI Journal, Day 23

The pushback has started.

Yesterday, I got into it for a few minutes with someone who posted an article about the stay at home/shelter in place orders government officials are giving to residents.  The article says that “there’s got to be some limits” but doesn’t offer any limits.  

When I asked the person who posted the link what he suggested, I was asked, what do you suggest?

My response:  Same as what we’ve been doing now, stay home.

We engaged in a back and forth where I was told that staying home and limiting contact wouldn’t save one life, and also commented that I should wait until I was living in a cardboard box with no food and then tell them how many lives I’d saved.  

People are worried about the economic impact of this virus.  If people can’t go to work, they can’t earn money and can’t spend it to buy food, clothing, etc.  If people can’t go to work, businesses shut down.  Yes, the economic fallout is going to be devastating and it is going to take us probably years to recover.

But I said this to the other person, and I stand by it:  We can rebuild an economy.  We cannot bring back the dead.

I am really angry at the people who are crying “tyranny!” right now because they can’t go to the beach, or to a neighbor’s house, or just to Walmart or Home Depot to hang out.  I’m especially angry at those crying “Christian persecution!” because gatherings of 10 or more — which include most churches — are banned in many places.  

If it were only churches being prohibited from meeting, the people crying “persecution” may have a point.  But it is not only churches.  Concerts, sporting events, recitals, proms, graduations — none of these can happen.  The Olympics has been postponed until next year.  Scores of high school and college seniors won’t get to walk the stage at graduation.  

Compare that to being on a ventilator, unable to breathe.  

Or being the relative of that person on the ventilator and not being allowed to be with them.

Right now, I’ll put up with the inconvenience of limited movement to keep myself and those I love from getting sick.

Okay, all together now:

It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it 
And I feel fine!

Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.

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