I know that many of you have chosen, like myself, to live, intellectually, here in the early 21st century, not to live somewhere between the mid-20th century of our youth and the early 19th century pre-Darwinian intellectual world.
To you I send my greetings and salutations. You need read no further.
This letter is addressed to the others—the folks who belong to the ten percent of the US population who don’t “trust” generic “medical scientists” to give reliable information on the coronavirus. Or the 20 percent of the US population who “don’t trust” Dr. Fauci to supply reliable recommendations on public health.
I have three messages. One is a piece of advice. One is good news for you. One is bad news for you.
Protect Your Health
You are 73 or 74 years old. I hope that you enjoy rude good health, considering your age. Or maybe, like me, you suffer from some of those comorbidities we have heard so much about in recent weeks.
Here is what you need to do, and you know it.
Stay at home as much as possible. When you go outside, wear a mask and socially distance. Above all else, avoid large indoor crowds of people packed together, not wearing masks.
When your grandchildren show up at your door—some wearing masks, some not—put on your mask and invite them for a visit out on the patio.
Because the disease is out there.
And, if you get the disease, then you will probably die a fairly quick death, but not before suffering a lot of misery.
If you are a Bible believer, then you believe that God sent the ten plagues to Egypt—and that He had a good reason for sending the plagues. God was trying to send the Egyptians a message.
If so, how can you deny that God is sending the plague of coronavirus to Red State America for some purpose as well?
Perhaps His purpose is to remind you to use the common sense and reason that He gave you.
One of our classmates recently suggested that Unnamed “They” are encouraging us to wear masks as a prelude to forcing us to become Muslim. She may be interested to learn that Mike Pence just converted to Islam.
Marco Rubio says “Wear the damn mask.” Rick Scott agrees. As does Mike Pence.
Mike “Ibn Hassan” Pence wants you to wear the mask because he hopes you live to vote for him some day soon. Donald Trump, by contrast, does not give a damn whether you live or whether you die.
It would be really wise of you to follow Mike Pence and Marco Rubio, instead of Donald Trump and Sean Hannity.
I now come to the good news and the bad news. Logically, the bad news should come first and the good news should come second. But what the heck? Let’s go with the good news first.
The Good News: Thoughts are Free—Die Gedanken Sind Frei
Thoughts are free. One of our classmates recently declared that he enjoys thinking “white thoughts.” And this attitude, may I say, is mighty white of him.
Good news: if you enjoy thinking white thoughts, then do sit in your mancave and think away. Like the song says, die gedanken sind frei. Nobody’s gonna stop you.
If you wish to live in the pre-Darwinian world, rejecting the foundation stone of modern biology, the theory of evolution, then that is your prerogative.
If you want to adorn your living room with portraits of Confederate heroes, be my guest.
If you want to believe, like another of our classmates, that nobody’s dying of covid-19, instead its tuberculosis brought in by all those dirty immigrants, then go right ahead.
Perhaps you enjoy humor. There’s great humor you can share with your like-minded friends. Here’s one of my favorites: you can have many hours of innocent amusement trolling the libtards with the ditty I’ve Got Friends in Safe Spaces. What a hoot!
Or this one—it’s even better: I Think My Dog’s a Democrat. And what about the lustrous shiny black sheen on that pooch, huh? That really shows to go you, even if you might be a little slow to hear the dog whistle.
Or, for times when you’re in a more serious mood, I can highly recommend God Bless Trump and the USA.
And then, there are all the whackadoodle conspiracy theories to share among your kind. You know, about George Soros and the You Know Whos.
Maybe you can enjoy yourselves making unkind observations about me and the horse I rode in on.
There is hardly an end to the variety of activities with which you can improve the shining hour, freely thinking whatever gedanken come to your mind.
Now for the bad news.
You are Losing
Trump is leading you off the cliff culturally. Look at what has just happened with the Confederate flag in Mississippi. In those golden days of yesteryear, Walmart, Sanderson Farms, the Mississippi Economic Council, and “C-suite executives at Fortune 500 companies” catered to you, in exchange for your votes in favor of their plutocratic agenda. No more. Now they have cast you aside like yesterday’s newspapers. You are no longer a help to the plutocrats, you are an embarrassment.
Trump is leading you down a cliff politically. 2020 is going to see a massive repudiation at the polls of Confederate monument huggers and Unmasked death defiers. Already, the Republican major of Jacksonville, Florida, has declared that masking will be required at the convention.
Trump is leading you down a cliff medically. I’ll say it again. The man does not care whether you live or whether you die.
I strongly recommend that you choose life.
And a Final Word
I disagree with you, but I bear you no ill will, nor do I think you are bad people. I wish for you the same thing I wish for myself: about three decades more of continued decent health, followed by a painless and peaceful passage to the other side.
And I hope that, like me, you are blessed to enjoy sheltering in place with the one great love of your life.
Stay safe. Go with God. Choose life. And may the road rise to greet you, and may the wind be always at your back.