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Trying not to go hatchet & peaches

4/17/2020

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I've been doing my best not to get all hatchet & peaches here lately.
There's plenty of people willing to press your fear and anger buttons for the clicks, I don't need to join them. Although it is a time to do so. While a lot of people got stimulated this week, a lot of people also started getting answers from the guiding forces in their lives. Namely, creditors.
Personally, mine have been fairly cool and understanding these days. Some of my friends, not so much. Particular annoyances being the three month furlough on mortgages, due in lump sum at the end of 90 days. Not exactly helpful for people who've been forcibly prevented from gaining income. Nor nearly as helpful as say, extending said mortgage by a number of months equal to those deferred?
(Not that the shitty attitudes against landlords are helping any. That bullshit's giving me my In-laws flashbacks. Not to mention it's the flavor of dickery that makes it that much harder on the next tenant to come in after you.)
That said, it's been about a month since the closings started kicking in for me. I'm fortunate enough to have had a relatively bloodless month and minimal damage. I'm also smart enough to know that's not a state of affairs that will last forever, and that a very ugly calculus problem is being worked on multiple levels.
And while I'm there, fuck absolutely everyone who's boiled that down to "how many grandmas are you willing to kill to save the economy?"
We have enough people doing the math of "5% chance some cranky old person I've ever met dies vs 100% chance my kids don't eat. Fuck you and fuck your granny."
Now, a month after we put the economy on pause, it's, "place your bets how many we save now vs how many we starve later?"
Our food supply is holding out. For now. With a lot of waste and damage, but it's holding out. But if we don't get our trade routes moving and/or start reopening restaurants fast, we're looking at no-shit famine inside a year. That fucks us and everyone using us as a breadbasket (global pandemic, remember?)
That and, I've never been happier for the 10th amendment. Because opening back up is not and never could be a one-size-fits-all. What works in a city with 25Kpeople/sq mi is fucking asinine to apply to a rural county with less than 25 people/sq mi.
(Not as if I ever heard an argument against the electoral college that didn't boil down to, "the ignorant peasants aren't kowtowing to me!!!! Waaah!!!!" But this gives me another solid reason to keep it.)
You mileage will vary. Some leaders will do what works for their areas. Some won't. Some will do what works for their areas and get sneered at by peanut galleries from other areas. There will be triumphs you never hear about, fuckups you'll hear about forever, and screaming into the void from both ends. Welcome to politics.
On top of that, I haven't double-checked this guy's math (post in the first comment), but it looks like 1% of the country were first-time gun owners in March of this year. With no time to train or practice.
Look, at the end of the day, we all want to go on with our lives. Maybe what you used to think of as normal. Maybe hoping for something better. We'll get there eventually.
But there's no road map. There's some arguing experts and a huge arena full of people screaming for every fighter on the card.
There's also no math problem simple enough for me to see. At that point, the calculus becomes a craps table.
I do know I Don't want a big igloo this summer.
Nor do I want a spike in the suicide rate.
(And one thing Moms Demand Submission and I agree on is that having a gun in the house vastly increases your chances of finishing yourself off.)
And I damn sure don't want a fucking famine come winter.
It's easy to think about some coldhearted bastard with a ledger book and a stock ticker, adding up all the old and broken people they need to kill in order to end the next quarter in the black.
That kind of asshole is easy to hate.
But when they're trying to feed your kids and you're trying to keep your loved one breathing? That's some trapped by Jigsaw on a national level there. But there ain't even a Jigsaw in the center of it. Just a world of people doing what they can going out as far as they eye can see and then some.
Take care of yourselves out there.
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