Shit’s fucked
Was trying to strike the right tone on a coronavirus article.
So I thought, well, what are people going through in my circle?
* They’ve lost an income or two, their ability to pay April rent, their freedom to go for a walk. Their daily Starbucks. Their social life.
* They’re homeschooling their kids for the first time. My friend said it’s harder to find sidewalk chalk than TP.
* They’re 330,000th in line for a test. Testing started yesterday and we only have 750 a day to administer. By appointment. In the Florida heat.
* Their mom is in a nursing home and they have to stand outside the window to wave at her. They had to deliver a TV for her because she didn’t have one in her room, and she couldn’t even give a thank-you hug.
* You cannot tell me stores aren’t raising prices. I just paid $25 for TP and paper towels. Four rolls of each. From highway robbery to grand larceny in one sneeze.
* You also cannot tell me that the hospital by me with an empty parking lot isn’t filled beyond capacity.
* I know an employee who is terrified of getting fired for bringing in his own PPE. And wondering how to get by if he has to leave for some reason (quitting or worse).
* And don’t even get me started about living one mile downwind from a crematorium when they start shipping bodies (with forklifts, a friend up north was telling me, in his area, because there are so many).
* They can’t get through to the unemployment hotline and it’s not like you can stand in line anymore. So hey investors, jobless claims were pretty good at 3.3 million last week.
* With orders to stay indoors extending into June, everyone’s mental and physical well-being is at stake.
I said we could just run this:
