comes to like a sixth of one percent - certainly less, alot less than one percent. And frankly, most of that 400 thousand had one foot on a banana peel to begin with. Long before covid, we kept a distance from gram if we had a sniffle - catching a cold could have landed her in the hospital, if not the funeral parlor. Yeah, toward the end, gram was so weak, she couldn't even walk outside to get her mail.
Just heard a sermon where the KJB preacher posed the following observation/question: Why aren't we informed every five days of the total of alcohol related deaths? He, of course, was referring to the despair of millions who, because of the lockdowns, are out of work and unable to meet their financial obligations.
So easy for boomers, living comfortable retirements in houses paid off - driving cars the same - to advertise (to their fellow snooty-tooties) having shed a tear upon remotely visiting the recent covid memorial.
Before covid was even a word, would check out the stats - like one out of six or seven adults was seriously struggling to pay his or her basic expenses. The fancy word is "food insecurity." Can only guess the ratio is significantly closer. All's i know is: this needless lock down (a jailhouse term) has compelled a step up on the putting in the plate (if that isn't a work of the Lord, then am totally clueless).
And yeah, i get it. Covid is real, and it's nasty - it can rip your lungs to shreds. But disallowing people to visit gramps - who's stuck in that nursing home, and really lonely...uhm, there's masks, and keeping a distance. Masks aren't a 100% guarantee, but they keep down the spread.
Life is risky, yeah! So what do we do? Hide in our rooms, behind 'puter screens? And whine because the uber driver was 15 minutes late, and the (also overworked/underpaid) restaurant people forgot the little packet of balsamic dressing. So boomer...bluuck.
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