I wrote a long post to my children tonight about why I am still going to work, and so do not have the focus to both have more alcohol and be intelligent on Blogspot. I love you, but I am choosing Drambuie at present. I would like you all to think about the following: I long ago estimated the average IQ of this readership as higher than the Mensa cutoff of 132, so your thoughts will be valuable. Well, valuable to me, anyway. Everyone else might continue to ignore you and think you fools, but you are welcome here. I jest, but I am also serious.
There was a period of looming about C19, and getting people to take it seriously. Then when people started taking it seriously there were some who over-reacted and took it too seriously, or more precisely, took the wrong parts seriously and panicked. So now we have a very predictable counter-reaction of folks going "Wait. This is ridiculous. It's not that bad. Untrustworthy people (our government, Other governments. News outlets) are taking advantage of the sense of panic, and fools now have sheds full off toilet paper and refried beans." That has in turn provoked a mixed reaction of decent people not wanting us to relent in taking C19 seriously who are in a confusing muddle at this point. They are arguing against the first non-serious group, mostly fools and young people who won't even wash their hands more and are defying safety measures proudly; yet also trying to argue against the anti-panic group which has a growing suspicion of who is benefiting from the panic; and finally, trying to sort out which among their allies in anti-anti-panic are grifters, tyrants, or carpetbaggers and which are legitimate public health experts.
Count me among the anti-anti-panickers, which I think is where I have been since mid-February. I hope to develop the idea tomorrow, and together we can figure out what the real risks are before we have to roll the dice again. We're all wrong. We're all right. We'll figure it out.