Right from the pandemic get-go, anyone whose mind is rooted in science / logic, could, in a heartbeat, sense the worst was yet to come. After all, the very novelty of Corona-V had sent our epidemiologists into OJT mode; the ideologues / Führers into a CYA furor; the propagandists into (what else?) their bury the truth spin.
And being eyewitness to THAT had rendered me doubtful that humanity could even survive the year.
Such a sense of doom doth walk hand in (small) hand with the likes of my totally unlikable homeland’s IN TITLE ONLY, leader, one Donald J. Trump. At least publicly, that has-been has been the inveterate science denier, while, in private, he can easily morph into the not so nutty professor.
My gawd, we actually got to earwitness astounding, taped phone confabs where the lucid(?) Trump was actually “schooling” the already schooled journalist and author Bob Woodward. The very fact that Oval Office occupant has known, all along, how ferociously contagious and deadly Corona-V is, only makes his conduct all the more incomprehensible and reprehensible.
One certainty, here, when one’s leader doesn’t give a shit about the people he swore (on the Holy Bible) he’d protect and defend, I began to reevaluate my life / chances; distill that down to these five words:
Not worth a plug nickel.
Another certainty, I owe my very survival / making it to this New Year’s Eve to my own pandemic take charge ‘tude; my common sense, insightful conclusion that nearly everything that Trump utters, mutters, bleats and Tweets (or has yet to do so) can be regarded as absolute BULLSHIT!
Yet, in spite of all that, we mustn’t overlook the ever-increasing rays of hope; namely the vaccines and the likes of the likeable, rooted in science / logic of Dr. Anthony Fauci, his learned colleagues and the soon to be sworn in, intellectually curious, responsible, honorable American President, one Joe Biden.
Oh, there’s one more ray of hope, too.
My being a numistmatist, for nearly sixty years, my eyes widened, instinctively, two scant days ago, when the supermarket cashier handed over my change. You see, the Thomas Jefferson nickel had a very special struck date on its obverse side.
Right next to the word “Liberty” was / is the year of my birth.
My newfound, treasured keepsake has managed to liberate me; has served to cancel out my early-on, erroneous, premature, “not worth a plug nickel”, not so brilliant deduction.
While this far from mint condition 5¢ coin, which has been in circulation for as long as I have, would not fetch me more than 10¢ from a coin dealer (who’d have little, if any, interest in buying it), nonetheless, in my mind, it IS priceless and not, repeat, NOT for sale!
I view receiving it to be a good omen and, for the rest of humanity, a harbinger of 2021’s better days to come.
Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!