Words from the Village Idiot

DATELINE: The World as You No Longer Know It!

It takes a coronavirus to see behind the masks. The world is now filled with covidiots.

The world has changed totally when the people you know change abruptly and completely.

Oh, that COVID-19, what a card to play! It seems perhaps that any crisis or panic of this magnitude would make the true character of people to emerge. Make no mistake. It has done so.

Of course, this is not just any crisis. It is a monumental game-changer, something not known since the Pied Piper went toot-toot-tooting along.

We have known people for decades—or thought we knew them. However, the frightful situation now facing so many states of being has made alterations to the basic attitudes of those we used to socialize with near and distantly. Six feet is not distant, nor deep enough.

Some friends have become skittish and unbearable to bear. Others have become insensitive louts who think they can lick any disease and care not one whit who dies, even themselves.

As the body bag toll rises, those who want to spread the word of God, fail to realize they are spreading the virus in God’s name.

The Pearl Harbor of our time, as one wag called it, will be dwarfed by Mother Nature not liking to be compared to man-made war, pestilence, and grief.

Some friends want to listen to New Age music, as if the age of Aquarius might be better than the age of Black Death.

Binge-watching junk like Exotic Joe and his tigers seems to be the escape du jour.Others are actually more dedicated to saving animals, as if that goodness might be less of an obsession and more of a humanitarian effort. All is vanity.

Who will feed those horses when the equestrian handlers are hospitalized or dead? Those will likely become the four horses of the apocalypse.

Oldsters are venturing out, without masks, several times a day as if to challenge the Death Wish syndrome, as if to prove they’ve lived their allotted time on Earth. Heaven help them.

If you are not sickened by the viral spread, you will be sickened by the political genocide advocated by some. Kill your enemies, or even your supporters, to prove a point.

The world is too much with us—for now.

Pandemic & Titanic

 DATELINE: History Repeats

Sizes of disaster!

Our lectures at a local college on Titanic are sunk with the coronavirus.

We have had to cancel several college presentations we planned to deliver on the anniversary of the infamous Titanic disaster in mid-April. It now appears another, even worse disaster is in the making.

The Pandemic of coronavirus and the Titanic of nautical history share many similarities. I might have noted these if my lectures were going to be held, but it seems I am lucky to find an escape hatch in this life, far from the crowds with social distance.

My books on Titanic include studies of one local Massachusetts family, whose wealth did not save them. As lore presented, men stayed on board and went down with the ship.

Our ship of state has hit a tiny virus who has left bits of fever and respiratory arrest on our decks.

Perhaps women are not spared from the virus, guaranteed a precious seat on the escape boat, as their casualty numbers are equal to their counterparts. However, in one way, the two disasters share victims:  the old and the poor were the most likely to die.

The third-class passengers did not have the luxury of paying for ventilators—or do we mean lifeboats? Even rich women and their pet dogs could escape where those below deck and uninsured found a sorry end.

It was ineptness and lack of preparation that doomed Titanic, and we have no tests available and massive denial that our economy could sink so quickly. Like Titanic, we have been the victims of hubris: the belief that we are invincible.

How else can you explain ignoring the warning signs and dancing in the ballroom, or cavorting on a Miami beach?  There was no inoculation for stupidity in 1912, and there is still nothing available to treat stupidity in 2020.

Titanic hit an iceberg, and a microbe has hit us. The damage does not depend on the size of your nemesis.

In its own way, Titanic is a microcosm of our pandemic. One took a small sample size to their graves, and this world- wide disaster may take millions. We can only compare it to the grandiose Bubonic disaster of the 1300s, but that’s another comparison for another day without comfort.

Dr. William Russo is author of Titanic’s Forgotten Movie, Tales of a Titanic Family, and Spooky Geology and Titanic. All are available for housebound victims of virus and those undergoing social distance.

Trump’s World View: It’s Over for You!

DATELINE: Go forth, and die.

 Your Trumpmeister

It’s now becoming clear that President Trump thinks when your time is up, you are done for. He wants to resume “normal” life, even if it means genocide to large groups of people. Trump is now wearing the robes of the Grim Reaper.

It’s one way to boost the economy: only the strong will survive. It’s Nietzche, Malthus, and madness, all wrapped in one genetic formula. If you are old, poor, disabled, you should die and have done with it.

You are holding up the rest of the human race.

Let the dead bury the dead.

“We who are about to die salute you, who will live.”

Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow, coronavirus will kill you.

Life is for living, and death is for dying.

If this means that half the world buries the other half, Trump is betting your life that he will be among the survivors.

Throw out those old-fashioned notions of science and humanity, your duty is to die if you are among the weakest links in the chain of life. At least, that is the Trump viewpoint.

No respirators for you. No medicine for you. Go about your business until you drop. Those who are meant to live will carry on. You weaklings will fall by the wayside and end your miserable drag on society.

Trump wants a leaner, meaner society: only those who can cough it up and continue.

So long, grandma and gramps, your time is up. You lived your life—and the partygoeers on the beach will not give you much thought after you go. As Trump will tell you, the cure is worse than the sickness.

The disease is over, but the patient died.

Trump Turns into Typhoid Mary

DATELINE: NBA Comes in Second! 

If you need a little coronavirus history lesson, we are here to oblige.

Typhoid Mary was a 19thcentury Irish woman who was Patient Zero of her day. She went around the world, dispensing typhoid to anyone within her earshot. She herself never contracted the disease.

She was put into quarantine and only went to the supermarket to pick up hand sanitzer.

In that way she was like Johnny Appleseed, going around the countryside, planting infection.

Nowadays, the closest thing we have to Typhoid Mary is Donald Trump. Corona Trump seems to avoid having a test to prove his diseased body, but manages to meet with other world leaders. If you believe he has been tested and is negative, you probably are a U.S. Senator.

We think it’s time he went to North Korea again.

As for the NBA, no one likes to kick a basketball when it is out of bounds, but we will kick the can down the road.

Another NBA player has tested positive. He was guarding Rudy Gobert last week. It takes more than three days to develop coronavirus, and a player on the Detroit Pistons was in Gobert’s shirt last week, as they say of good defense.. Oh, well, do your job.

No one is mentioning that two kids from Rhode Island met Rudy Gobert at TD Garden in Boston, received an autographed ball, and a case of coronavirus. It took almost ten days to develop.

Nothing like spreading goodwill, NBA.

So, we are back to Typhoid Donald: he only had dinner and shook hands with people this week while being an incubator. We expect to see world leaders fall flat on their test kits within the next week. He and his crony, the Brazilian president, love to say “Fake Flu,” before you can say, “corona.”

We think Trump would be a better candidate for swine flu.

As for Trump, he just keeps sailing on, spreading cheer and coronavirus wherever he goes.

 

 

A Plague or Virus? Take Your Pick

DATELINE: Closing the Stadium Doors 

A plague on your sports house.

With every sport in season now in limbo, there are a bunch of people whose lives are empty and devoid of meaning outside a game or two are becoming incensed.

Like the plague on the White House or the Congress House, they want to live in a world where a cold is just a cold.

They don’t know history, or the Spanish Flu (over 100 years ago may as well be 800 years ago). The Bubonic Plague wiped out a chunk of the human race—but they didn’t have a sports society.

This might have a parallel in the Fall of Rome when all those gladiators were shut down permanently and the Coloseum. ESPN and your other sports channels are now facing hours and nothing to do.

These are people who make a living off athletes, and politicians in Washington grab votes out of these fans.

Bleeding money is hard to stop when your society is based on economics of sports. Cash in your gambling chips, and try to get a refund for your season tickets. Sports organizations are cutting back all their ancillary employees. No one will take you out to the ball game.

Billionaire owners are safeguarding their own health: money be damned. They hired sociopaths like Belichick who thinks “Do Your Job,” even if you have fever, cough, and shortness of breath.

As your president once said, blame it on the Democrats, but that was last week. Now the coronavirus may infect both parties.

And the media may try to sneak a cough into the White House and infect Trump, That’s the big game of Dominoes.

No Coronavirus Test, What me Worry?

DATELINE: Walking Along the Dead Line 

The President of the United States is the New Alfred E. Neumann.

Donald Trump is prepared to kill himself with coronavirus—and infect you too.

We know that self-destructive behavior is the mark of people who think they are immortal demigods. So, it does not surprise us when Donald Trump deliberately fills his Air Force One and his winter home in Florida with people who have shaken hands with a man who died of coronavirus.

Madness is a relative condition, and flu symptoms are not usually associated with losing your mind. However, opening the barn door to let the microbes enter may be a first for a world leader who thinks he is part Ghengis Khan and part-Superman.

Without a flu shot and without a coronavirus test, Trump is able to leap over CDC doctors in a single bound.

Whether he starts to cough and then re-enacts the role of Von Aschenbach in Death in Venice may be the third act of his election campaign.

Ted Cruz has yet to respond to calls to infect his president, but others have taken off their gas masks and gone into the lion’s den. Next, they will stick their heads into the lion’s mouth, bad breath and all, to defy the medical advice of science.

Self-quarantine is for those who have humanity at heart, not for those who enter King Tut’s tomb before going home to Downton Abbey or Mar-a-Lago, or whatever that black hole of Florida is called.