Our national response to
Coronavirus side effects has unintended consequences. Many of the
children who usually breakfast and lunch at school are not getting fed.
The workers who work retail for an hourly wage may be going wageless. The run on toilet paper and paper towels is
causing more panic than the stock market’s erratic behavior.
A high energy, high IQ
college student, self-described as an extrovert, is “stuck” at home with
siblings and parents who may not “get” what she’s up against.
Her college is running
internet-only for the time being. The major complaint I heard was that the
student was trapped at home, which feels smaller than it felt before the
enforced exile.
She is not alone, though
surely it must feel that way because -- technically and at least in one sense
-- she is.
Post this mess, we will
carry on whether half the population is affected or whether it’s 10% or 20.
It’s what we do, young person. Do not despair. Chances are you will survive. If
you don’t, it won’t matter, no matter what they tell you in church or temple or
mosque or at the Atheist Discussion Forum at the Freedom from Religion
Foundation.
Will the stock market
crash? No one knows. But the stock market is not America, you are.
Things to expect in the
meantime:
--As the toilet paper
supply continues to diminish, diaper service companies will expand.
--If the cop who pulls
you over is wearing a mask, make sure he or she is in a marked car, that the
car is from the jurisdiction in which you are accused and that the nametag and
badge are visible.
--For your own safety,
do not enter a bank while wearing a mask.
--In fact, avoid
entering a bank at all if it has a drive-up window you can use.
--Do not eat broccoli.
(This is not specifically to avoid the Covfefe Virus, it’s just a general
recommendation.)
--Avoid health clubs and
gyms. You’re perfect just the way you are.
There are some cases
where wearing a mask is counterproductive. Among them:
--In the dentist’s
chair.
--When going for that
kiss.
--When you are pulled
over for a traffic stop, even if the cop is wearing a mask.
--While swimming or
scuba diving.
--While hosting a radio
or TV show.
--While a contestant on
America’s Got Talent, The Voice or American Idol.
--While practicing an
operatic role or (heaven help our ears) performing in one. (It’s okay for
masks at theatrical musicals, maybe even preferred.)
Let’s get back to our
college student. People her age group are in one of two possible
phases. One involves a lot of drinking and carousing, tailgating.
The Drunken Sailor Phase. The other is
the “Save the Whales” phase. No whales required. Stray cats and dogs are
excellent substitutes and so are the indigenous peoples of Googamooga Island in
the South Pacific.
The trick is to save
some of that passion and energy and thought and feelings, remember them and use
them to fix what’s wrong. Only not now.
My parents were born in
the first decade of the 20th century. They left behind a legacy of optimism,
hard work, sensible behavior. Brokaw called them “The Greatest
Generation.” Maybe. But my generation screwed it up. And my children, well… I love them. I enjoy
them. I try to get them to hang whale posters.
So it’s up to today’s
20-somethings. It’s not going to be easy.
It’s not going to happen fast. But it damn well better happen or
you’ll be swimming in the Atlantic off the coast of Cincinnati or the Pacific
off the coast of Denver.
I’m Wes Richards. My
opinions are my own but you’re welcome to them. ®
Any questions?
Write to wesrichards@gmail.com
© WJR 2020
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