At Sam’s b-day party, Neighbor Ed and I got into This Year’s Wrangle, which involves the origins of the novel coronavirus, Covid-2.
Long-time readers may remember our last
merry wrangle some years back, which involved my refusal to vote for Hillary Clinton.
“You’re the reason why Donald Trump was elected!” Neighbor Ed shrieked, skewering me with the j’accuse
Whereupon I got up and stalked out of the house. I can’t remember whether I slammed the door or not on my way out.
From the start, I’ve thought novel coronavirus was manmade.
We’re supposed to believe the fact that the virus first emerged in an area where there was a large laboratory devoted to studying exactly these types of viruses was mere coincidence?
Nope, sorry. Don’t like that flavor Kool-Aide. Anyway
was not the party line in the liberal, progressive circles with which I am mostly aligned, and the few times I opened my mouth about this opinion, I was roundly excoriated—“And the earth is flat, too, right?”—so I learned to keep my mouth shut.
Now the theory is gaining more traction on all sides of the political spectrum, so it’s safe to use it as a reference point.
Which I did last night. In a conversation about the plummeting rate of vaccinations here.
Vaccinations appear to have reached their saturation point. Nobody
wants to get vaccinated anymore.
I cannot understand it.
“It’s kinda like the deal with the origins of the coronavirus,” I said. “It’s obvious to me that the virus was manmade—”
“No, it is not
obvious,” Ed said. “The theory has been raised
, not confirmed. You
do not have all the information because nobody
has all the information. It is merely an opinion you
, it’s an opinion I have. I said it, didn’t I?”
“—and to insert your opinions into a scientific discussion—”
“La, la, la!” I sang. “I do not wanna have a discussion about the origins of the novel coronavirus! I merely brought it up as an example of the way in which the current political climate operates! The polarization has reached toxic levels! Until very recently, if you even entertained a suspicion that the virus was tweaked in a lab, you were promptly accused of being a Trump water carrier! I am thinking that the same thing is happening with vaccinations, that the whole reason why people are refusing to get vaccinated is because they hate Biden—”
,” Neighbor Ed said dismissively. “Of course, that’s
true. In the alternate universe where Trump won the 2020 election and the Democrats are stewing in the-election-was-stolen! mishigas
, it would be the Republicans
who'd be lining up for vaccinations and the Democrats
who’d be refusing to get them.”Whoa!
Of course, he’s right
And the fact that he’s right is one of those human fallacies that’s gonna be looked at by future historians as they investigate the reasons why human civilization abruptly imploded
and disappeared in the 21st century.
Note: Those future historians may not be human.
This morning’s Wall Street Journal
contains a fascinating piece
that delves further into the theory that novel coronavirus is manmade.
Interestingly, the piece appears in the WSJ
section. I’m not exactly sure what that implies.
The piece is well worth reading, but it’s behind a paywall, so it may not be accessible. Here’s the money quote:( Collapse )
I am not a microbiologist, so I cannot analyze the veracity or non-veracity of this argument.
it is true, a thousand different things, previously banished to the realm of conspiracy theories and unicorns, suddenly become possibilities.
Like if every
expert can see the double CGG sequence in CoV-2, then Fauci et al
must have known about the probability that a "gain-of-function" sequence is at the heart of this disease.
Which means that everyone
in the political hierarchy that the scientific community serves—the World Health Organization, the CDC, the U.S., China, Russia etc, etc—knew about it, too.
So, why the massive sales campaign to sell the animal transmission story? And the suppression, the censorship, the wholesale ridicule and denial of opposite viewpoints? What political and economic ends are served with this?
Well, obviously, it protects China trade.
The world is completely
dependent on Chinese trade.Everything
is manufactured there. Not just washing machines and your smartphone and the computer chips that now control most of the functions in your car.
My argument with Neighbor Ed was not the only disquieting thing that happened at the b-day party. That
was almost part of the scheduled entertainment, we do it so often.
First, my chocolate-covered strawberries didn’t turn out so well.
I mean, they tasted
But they weren’t very pretty.
I made them with strawberries I grew in my very own garden (sniff.)
Second, I was out on the deck chatting with Sam and her boyfriend Dan. We were talking about a volunteer Japanese maple that’s sprung up alongside the deck and that needs to be taken out
“For someone who grew up in the city, you certainly seem to have bought into the country lifestyle,” Dan remarked.
The remark struck me as vaguely hostile though Dan is not an innately hostile guy.
I shrugged. “Well, you know. As you get older, your life begins to slow down.”
“That’s not true of everyone
,” Dan said.
“No. My grandmother’s 94 years old! She’s still out there, driving around, living life to its fullest. She has a 99-year-old boyfriend!”
“Where does she
live?” I asked. Because I wanted to make a mental note: Avoid driving in this area whenever possible.
“Florida!” said Dan.
Florida. Of course.
“Well, let me rephrase that then—I’ve
found aging to be a slowing down process—”
And at that moment, I realized I wasn’t a real human being to Dan.
I was kind of a caricature: a boring old person
he was forced to talk to because I’d helped organize a boring party for his girlfriend.
It was one of those 180° pivots you get sometimes when the world tilts and you suddenly find yourself looking at it through someone else’s eyes.
I flashed on my mother’s legwarmers.
Legwarmers were a style during the ‘70s, but they were a style for young people.
My mother, most embarrassingly, wore them into her 40s. As though wearing legwarmers
established her cred as youthful
inappropriate, thought judge-y little moi!
Even so must appear my attempts at sprightly, philosophical conversation to comparative strangers who are Dan’s age (mid-thirties), I realized.
And right then and there, I made a resolution: As God is my witness, I will never
utter a single fucking word to anyone
under the age of 45 ever again
Unless they’re related to me by blood.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth.