my careless contagion

For months now, I've been watching the COVID-19 pandemic unfold. Initially, I thought people were underestimating it, that we (the U.S.) should close its borders, etc. Now I'm starting to see things that make me worried in a different way.  Something doesn't add up. The news stories of "war zone" hospital scenes are not corroborated by people on the ground. People have gone to those supposed war zone hospitals that are desperately saving lives while untold numbers are dying amidst the chaos, cameras in hand, filming, and are finding ... nothing of the sort. The hospitals are mostly empty. If there are "tent cities" set up, they are mostly empty too. I've been wondering for a long time which way we were being lied to. I mean, China has no new cases of coronavirus just a few months after it all started, yet they're telling us to prepare for 18 months of this crap in the U.S.? And Wuhan residents say the incinerators are "working round th...

I started this blog two-plus years ago to deal with the emotional fallout of my divorce. I named it My Careless Contagion because I felt I infected those around me with sadness. But I want to talk about a contagion of a different sort in this post. For months, I have stayed silent while the specter of coronavirus has cast a long shadow over our planet. What follows are my opinions only, though I have followed this disease closely since the beginning.   Pandemics have routinely ravaged the planet, killing millions and rearranging civilization in their wake. At this moment, people are referencing the Spanish Flu which killed an estimated 50-100 million people 100 years ago. The fact that we don't know how many actually died is not inconsistent with pandemics, as bodies are normally disposed of in haste and if whole villages die, who is left to count the dead? Satellite images of mass graves laced with lime in Iran have hammered this point home. Are they counting the dead or ju...