Why do these words strike a kind of terror in my soul? I guess it’s because of the sort of simulated world I find myself living in in 2020. Because of a global pandemic, we don’t touch other humans anymore. “Virtual Hugs!” is a normalized form of address.
Instead, we interface with computer monitors and we have total strangers “running” for our groceries. This is not the cool kind of “simulated world” all of us 6 year olds in the 60s dreamed of after watching The Jetsons.
No, this is a simulation borne of disease, depression and deficient and possibly demented politicians. We huddle indoors and watch the world go by. No RoBo maids cook and launder for us. Food is available, but some strangers gets it an delivers it for you and we have to pay a $20 surcharge.
And now, instead of staying with the program until we as a world community are victorious over this virus, the Nut Job in the Oval is declaring a victory which no scientific, demographic or medical data support.
Instead he moves on to focus on “restoring” the economy. Get production up and running again (three words: meat packing plants). Money over lives. Greed and dualistic action over empathy and courageous leadership. Get out there and get back in the swim (15 words: 100 person Church service with one person with COVID exposing all the rest to it)!
I personally felt that he wasn’t the right person for the job in 2016, and God bless him, he hasn’t proven me wrong. I still shake my head. Hard. Hard enough to encourage a concussion.
Do I understand him as saying better to have more lonely painful deaths of citizens than to see a dip in the sacred stock market? We live in a simulated world that would make Rod Serling’s head spin.


