Because we now life inside a political/societal blender, it’s easy to get distracted by the 189,543 things swirling around us at all times.
There’s a rally over here. A march over there. A murder over there. A Trump Tweet there. A outrageous statement. An empty baseball stadium. A trial. A court vacancy. A funny commercial. A Facebook controversy. A YouTube clip of naked emus. This. That. That. This. This. This. This.
It’s all so overwhelming.
But, as we approach the terrifying 2020 presidential election, there’s one question that—for me—needs to be answers, but hasn’t been and won’t be:
What is the national COVID-19 plan?
As we speak, our nation has been decimated. We are four percent of the world’s population, and we have 22 percent of COVID cases. We are up to 183,000 deaths.
And.
There.
Is.
No.
Plan.
None. Zero. Zip. Nada.
I don’t even know how to explain this; how to grasp this. We have a president who still barely wears a mask; who held a White House speech a few days ago with a tightly-packed-in audience sans masks. For fuck’s sake, Hermain Cain—Donald Trump’s friend—died of COVID after attending one of his rallies without a mask.
So, yeah, there’s no plan. And that’s one of the big reasons Trump and Co. love violence in Portland; love Joe Biden insults; love inflamatory Tweets that cause the news media to buzz.
If we’re talking about those things, we’re not talking about his utter failure.
One hundred and 80 thousand Americans are dead.
There is no plan.
