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#WDIIA – We, the Collateral Damage

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We are up early this morning. Today is the first day we plan to take advantage of the ‘senior shopping hours’ established by our local grocery stores. These designated hours are for those of us over age 60 or those with compromised immune systems to shop in the recently sanitized stores before the masses. That means the first hours the stores are open – generally 6:00 A.M. or 7:00 A.M. depending on the store.

Our area of the country just recently reported the first suspected case of community spread COVID-19. People here are adhering to recommendations and trying to “flatten the curve”.

Just a week after we have been warned of the fast spread of this disease, our fearless leader is now backtracking. He must be seeing the handwriting on the wall. If I had any reservations about his view of the quality of my family’s life, rest assured, I know that we are of no consequence. We are collateral damage. My husband and me because of our age. My children and grandchildren and nieces and nephews because of compromised immune systems. If we lose our life to this virus, oh well. It’s for the good of the republic. Sacrifice the weak for the … uh, the rich.

If Washington gets its way, the sacrifices made in the last 7 days by our nation will be for naught. Money wins. We were scared into submission by fear. The fear is palpable and now as the rest of the world tightens their belt, we are being led (laughable) into the quicksand. Forget the warnings of the last week. Forge ahead fearless. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

It sickens me.

Sorry folks, I had to get this out. I try not to be political on my blog, but this is my only outlet. I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I am worried about the well-being of my family and myself. I am worried about the country that generations of my family believed was worth fighting for – especially for those who needed a little help to get by. I am glad they are no longer here to see what has happened to us.

Are we the only ones that see the Emperor has no clothes?

What day is it anyway?