Ever since coronavirus / COVID-19 has infiltrated our home world… homelands… hometowns, I’ve been… to say the least… attempting to put this mess into some sort of perspective. After all, an idled global populace doth have plenty of time on its hands to mull it all over.
I’ve been searching through an entire lifetime’s worth of my memories… the big question:
Have any past presidents ever threatened the survival of the entire human race before… i.e., to the point where the citizenry had felt compelled to inflict house arrest upon themselves?
• My earliest memory involves the October 16–28, 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis where John F. Kennedy and Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev had gotten into a territorial pissing contest… even backing up there back and forth childish threats and missile envy with (phallic symbol) rocketry to target each others’ homelands.
In spite of my tender years, I can still vividly recall the highly atypical sight of a goodly portion the my school system’s bus fleet parked right in front of my Elementary School… all day long… always ready to rush us back home were either leader to (literally) go ballistic. Even though my Mom and Dad did deliver an impromptu, age-appropriate lecture on international tensions / impending war, I was still too naive to fully grasp such concepts / consequences… namely… the possibility of my own death… the death of loved ones… the death of civilization, itself. In essence, my innocence had spared me much.
• Then, when I was four decades wiser, came the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks… owing their success to George W. Bush’s failures. How so? Well, in spite of W seeing (and promptly flipping off) the five weeks in advance, intelligence reports warning of Osama bin Laden’s impending domestic attacks, that slacker chose not lift even a pinkie finger to… oh… say… beef up national security. Next, came the September 18 – October 12, 2001 Anthrax attacks where the U.S. Postal Service had become the unwitting carriers of terrorist parcels loaded with that deadly, powdery pathogen.
From September 12th and onward until year’s end, an eerie feeling of impending doom creeped me out whenever I ventured back into the real world. After all, nobody could say, with certainty, if more terrorist sleeper cells existed in America (or not) and how soon they’d be awakening (if ever). In essence, returning to my workplace had kept me busy and spared me much.
The diff between those long ago and current events… Kennedy and Khrushchev did manage to zipper-up (as it were) in less than two weeks. As for bin Laden, it soon become evident that his terrorist agenda had required (and no longer had) the element of surprise. Naturally, the best news of all, was how the number of new Anthrax exposures, illnesses and deaths had quickly fallen to zero. Ergo, we were able to reclaim our lives (such as they were / are) in a (more or less) timely manner.
And that, precisely, is what makes Donald J. Trump’s coronavirus Crisis far worse. The very nature of this pathogen has not only weirded us out, but has also made damned sure that we won’t be able to quickly restore any significant semblance of normalcy into our lives. To try to do so, too soon, could cause a resurgence of reported cases… and then we’d be forced back into, yet an even longer normalcy-robbing quarantine… and so on… and so on… and so on….
Also, Kennedy and, yes, even W, had been able to get the upper hand in dealing with their enemies… the former man relying on brainpower… the latter on dumb luck.
In essence… Trump’s severe under-funding of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the National Institutes of Health has plundered both organizations of vital resources… especially the human resources (a.k.a. the professionals who are uniquely qualified to prevent / fight pandemics).
In other words… the micro-brained fake prez has permitted a mere microbe to get the upper hand… to make a fool of him.