Your intrepid reporter went to the grocery store this morning.  The intrepid part was because I’m driving again after 10 years hiatus and a couple of abortive attempts.  (Mostly my eyes.  My eyes were really bad. Turns out hypothyroidism makes your eyes dry out. Who knew?  Well, all your tissues, but it was really bad on the eyes.)

Shelves are about normal, only they only let you get two “packages” of eggs. Which is silly, but this close to Easter I kind of get it.

Fewer people out than I expect this close to Easter, but then it’s morning, and just our little grocery store.  About half the employees wearing masks. Only one shopper, looking terrified and wearing masks.

If I hear over the store loudspeaker ONCE MORE “We’re all in this together” though, I swear to Heinlein’s memory I’m going to snap.

Okay, maybe I already snapped, since I yelled up at the loudspeakers “Attention, citizens!” in my most peeved voice.  Weirdly the two people within sight first looked shocked, then grinned.  Perhaps the faux Russian accent helps.

Speaking of, you should be reading this twitter account.  Yes, he was a New York Times Reporter, but he got better.

Now, can we talk? WHAT IN THE NAME OF UNHOLY FANDANGO IS GOING ON WITH THIS NATION?  DOESN’T ANYONE PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING, EVER?

Look, I know we’re all about convenience. I like convenience.  In fact, for my European readers: YOU HAVE NO IDEA.  Americans’ demands for comfort and convenience are part of what makes us so productive and — ignore the stupid polls that say nations dopped to the gills are happier. they use other parameters — generally happy and vital as a nation.  I know, there is a stoicism in Europe, a feeling that “we can endure anything” and “those soft Americans.”  But it’s not like that. All our convenience stuff, like being able to jot down to the stores in our own car, just make our life more productive by freeing up our time and mind-space.  Not being hot or cold. Not enduring being treated as is our time and convenience doesn’t matter.  All of this are good things.

But born-and-raised Americans are also among the most naive people in the universe when it comes to cheating.  When I first started saying that the Democrats were cheating on an epic scale, you thought I was crazy. When I said early voting and mail in voting were just vehicles for fraud, you whined that voting in person on the day was inconvenient.

It sure is. Freedom often is.

At some point I stopped getting so much push back on those items. I think the naked fraud in eighteen got people’s attention.

But you know, all you have to do is scare people with a fake pandemic, and they lose their minds again, and are now saying that they would be okay with mail in only ballots if “the pandemic is bad in November.”

Have you lost your tiny little minds? Are you out of will to live? How much do you love Venezuela? North Korea?

Look, no state that goes all-vote-by-mail ever elects anything but democrats again.  If you think that’s a coincidence, I have some swamp land in Florida.

As for “if the pandemic is bad” IT WILL BE. Because anyone who dies of anything including being beaten to death will be labeled a Wu-flu victim. They’re already doing that in NYC, why do you think they’d stop?

Do you enjoy house arrest? Do you have any idea how bad food shortages will get in the winter? (No, I’m not alone in seeing this. Apparently people are buying baby chicks wholesale.)  Is this how you want to live forever?

Make your voices known. The democrats have been stealing elections a LONG time. But this would hand them the whole lock stock and barrel forever. And let me tell you, as a citizen of Colorado, once they know they can’t lose elections, they don’t give a shit what you think.  And you know our fellow citizens assume the elections are fair and legal, no matter how STUPID the results.

Sure 2016 was The flight 93 election, but if you don’t dislodge the highjackers, and let them keep the controls, what difference does that make?

This is why they don’t mind running a zombie and (according to rumors) Knee Pads Harris, not only the most unlikable, but one of the most evil women ever to be in politics.

If you guys are going to allow this, you’d better stock up on guns and ammo.

Hell, you’d better do it anyway since AG Barr says they should “reconsider” the more draconian lockdowns in MAY.

What the actual hell is this?

How long will you tolerate this?  We’re not all in this together.  These statist assholes are putting on their boots and spurs.

Do you want to wear a saddle?

 

If you’re a writer, or really an artist of any kind, you might have been askew from the world in general for a long time. At least if you’re a writer or an artist worth his/her salt.  Because being creative requires standing apart from the ape band and saying “okay, you do it that way, I do it this way.”

There are gradations in creativity, and the most creative people are … odd.  The idea of the eccentric artist arose because well, it’s so often true.

With writers, there is something else that adds to the mix. We spend too much time in our own heads, in our imaginary worlds.  While there are extrovert writers, even they seem to get lost inside their heads after a while.

This is why it’s important for writers to have friends they see regularly, and to go outside every once in a while to make sure that the rest of the world is still there, and not inside their heads.

What I didn’t know, until we conducted the current, unfortunate experiment was that the oddness of writers increasing when they don’t socialize is something that happens to everyone. We’re seeing it in grocery stores and parking lots, in online conversations with people who at least up till now faked normal perfectly, in domestic disputes (fortunately not in our family…. yet) and in neighbors doing really …. strange things to their yard (not us. Son told me I can’t build a cement dragon eating its tail around the base of our tallest tree. SIGH. Kids!)

And we’re seeing it in public personalities and in politicians, some of whom should never have been public, because they suffer from “I’m a nerd and people are paying attention to me. I must make this last forever!”

Unfortunately these people have power over us, and seem to think we’re going to take their nonsense forever.

But here’s the thing… Americans are slow to anger. Very slow to anger. It is part of the same character that means we obey authorities in a legitimate emergency, by and large.

Remember when power went out in NYC (and most of the East) and everyone expected riots? Instead, people walked home. Also why everyone behaved admirably after 9/11.

However we do lose patience. Particularly when it becomes obvious that there is no legitimate emergency and that we are just being locked down to serve some agenda, like, oh, the Green New Deal. (To be fair, I think they expect to show us how much better we are when we’re not polluting, because, yes, they’re completely insane and understand nothing of the world.)

At some point during the Russia Boondoggle, while I was ranting at son that the left had gone insane, he said “Yes. Trump drove them crazy and now they’re crazy.”

This probably covers a whole lot of it, combined with their fragile ego, which must hold on to the idea they’re great, wonderful, infallible.  This is threatened by the fact most of them don’t agree with us.  Not being very psychologically developed — or stable — they now hate us for not confirming their ideas of self. They hate reality for not conforming to their dreams.  And they want to destroy both Americans and American reality.

Take that article linked above.  Dr. Fauci knows very well this virus is not a big deal. All of you — ALL OF YOU — who got very upset when we said “it’s a flu” need to get a grip. Even FAUCI the prophet of forever locked up doom, KNOWS “It’s just the flu.”

But perhaps your unaware that on March 26, Dr. Fauci himself said in the New England Journal of Medicine that “the overall clinical consequences of Covid-19 may ultimately be more akin to those of a severe seasonal influenza (which has a case fatality rate of approximately 0.1%).”

Keep in mind, he can say that and simultaneously want to keep us locked up for a year to a year and a half, or until we find the vaccine:

Last Thursday, the scientific mastermind behind the economic carnage and spirit-crushing isolation now constituting the two main pillars of America’s ingenious new public health strategy delivered some bad news.  Dr. Fauci says we’ll have to keep living like this until the virus is eradicated.

Which given how well he did at even finding a TREATMENT for AIDS (his previous job.) could be FOREVER.

Look, he can’t be that stupid. NO ONE can, except maybe Occasional Cortex (but then she has to carry a reminder to exhale. And sometimes she forgets.)  He knows what this would do.  So why is he proposing it?

Well, a lot of doctors become enamored of eugenics. It’s a problem with their profession.  Which is why they shouldn’t be in charge of anything.

The question is, why is Trump listening to them? Is he insane? Did they finally hit his weak spot (which appears to be his germophobia?) OR is he waiting for other countries to open and prove the mad doctor wrong?

While Austria and a couple of other countries are opening up, I don’t think we can afford to wait till Fauci is conclusively proven wrong.

Tucker Carlson is puzzled as to why it’s taboo to talk of opening back again…. ever.  I’m not.

America has been a thorn on the side of dictators the world wide and for the entirety of its existence.  They finally have us where they want us. (No, I’m not including Trump in that… probably. Though he’s taking advantage of the lockdown and dem gloating to do a lot of things they’ve blocked him on before. To that extent, he too might want to prolong it and not be aware of how mad the rest of us are.)

They think they can lock us forever, not give us medical care, reduce the population and finally get their perfect communist neo feudalism, where they rule like Lords and Ladies over a populace grateful they’re even ALLOWED to get out of the house and work at all.

I’d caution them to figure out what lockdown is doing to Americans.  We’re not all hysterical children glued to the TV and crying in fear of what Dr. Anthony Fauci admits is “just a flu.”

As Trump did to them, they’re driving us insane. Beware when we finally blow up.  Beware our insanity has teeth. It bites.

“Holla, you pampered jades of Asia!”

Ҫa Irá.

 

 

Supposing our betters (ah) ever let us out of house arrest, and this is not in fact a democrat/green plan to reduce population and bring in the Green New Deal (Yes, it does sound crazy, but you know the saying “When the impossible” (that this virus is really as dangerous as painted) “is eliminated, the implausible must the truth.” things are…. gonna change.

And chill. No I don’t think this is an enviro-weeny plot, but they will be right there along with the happy fun democratic socialists, trying to take advantage of the crisis.

So we too need to know what is coming and be ready to face the wave.

I’ve told you forever that part of the mess around us is because things are changing very rapidly, and humans don’t like that. In our time, the so called progressives — how they can call themselves that without laughing — are the ones most enthusiastically trying to lead us back to the early 20th century, because that was their glory days: unions, mass producing, emphasis on race/class/nationality and a powerful and redistributive state.

This insanity of locking the world’s economies are just another battle in their war against the future.  No, I am not saying they created the virus, but boy have they tried to prolong the shut down and the misery.

This is partly because they’re completely ignorant — as in, they’d probably be less ignorant if they’d never learned anything about it, since everything they know about it is things that just ain’t true — of where wealth comes from, and are convinced it’s synonymous with money, and therefore just printing more money will take care of all the actual production lost through this time.  It won’t, of course, but on the good side, at the rate inflation is going to hit, we will resolve the toilet paper shortage with dollar bills.

Anyway, here’s the thing: like everything they’ve tried to do, because they really don’t understand people or anything related to people, including how tech influences human society, or that you really can’t put the genii back in the bottle once it escapes, this is going to blow up in their faces biggly (whether they manage to elect a dem-socialist this November with their new, shinny all vote by fraud mail initiative or not is irrelevant. THAT will just prolongue the pain and make life very interesting for a few years, but the end is the same.)

Making predictions, as I’ve said a number of times, is hard, particularly about the future, but some I can make, and they’re not what the dems ever expected from this. (their understanding of second order effects is…. lacking.)

1- We’re already seeing — sure, not for everyone — a massive turning towards work-from-home.

This was coming, anyway. It’s been coming for 20 years.  As with ebooks, people heard about it twenty years ago and had since become convinced it would never happen.  But you know, just as indie did with ebooks, this is showing people working from home is not only feasible for a lot of people, but they get more done.  Even if this is just 20% of the population who can do this for now (there will be more. I suspect the new “made in America” factories will be largely robotic, and supervisors might be states away, working from home, with perhaps one person nearby to turn off the power/whatever.  Telemedicine is accelerating through this. So many other things will go this route overtime, particularly with students learning from home, which they already are.) the reverberations will be HUGE.
So, some of what to expect:

It didn’t surprise me that even introverts aren’t finding this the paradise they expected it to be.  Why? Well, because, children, elephants and small dragons, humans are a social ape.  Even people like me like to see people. And even a lot of introverts need to see different people every day.

Don’t worry about restaurants. They’ll be fine. People working at home NEED to see people after work.

New tele-workers will — by and large. Some of ya’ll are extreme Odds — move to the middle of nowhere. They will instead move closer to town/city.  Which is why I’m not afraid of our investment. Houses in our neighborhood are already mostly work-at-home people, and they’re selling at a fast clip still. Yes, during lock-down.  (Not that we have a ton of openings.)

Personally? I think when this settles and the percentage working form home in 20 years or so, is more likely to be around 40%, the preference will go to small towns.

How do you attract people to your small town?

Restaurants are part of it, but consider that families need places to take the kiddlets, too, and —

The reason we live where we do is botanic gardens, the zoo and museums (Though museums have been getting too woke for words.)  So, interesting things for kids to do, particularly with more homeschooling, might be a thing that attracts young families.  Give some thought to that if you have to restart a business. Craft classes for the whole family? Come in and design and make a whole play? Something like dinner/murder theater but involving everyone.

I think the small cities that cash in will be one with opportunities to meet and greet and get to know your neighbors/create a strong community, without the draw backs of big city life.  Though mind you big cities will continue to grow. If they remain stiflingly leftist or not? That’s up to you and your personal associations.

In the end I think they don’t, because the left has counted on the conveyor belt of public education and that was hit hard by Winnie the Flu.

2- One of the side jokes of this time period has been UC insisting I retire from teaching early and offering me increasingly attractive packages.

Look, it’s tempting, except I’ve never worked for them. I have no clue what wires they got crossed.  I’m also on faculty emails, and that too is kind of …. mind boggling. But funny. Very funny.

Anyway, note that they’re expecting crashing in enrollment, they’re completely terrified of re-opening in Fall (and will remain so, no matter if this comes to nothing, because they think we’ll get it with another “Wave” in fall, and their own propaganda machine — well, that of their ideological friends — makes it sound like the end of the world.)

I know some states are talking distance only learning next Fall.

It’s insane, but it’s also the acceleration of the inevitable.  Bringing the kids home will blunt or put an end to a lot of the indoctrination and insanity.

Indoctrination ONLY works if you take up the kids’ day and expose them only to what you tell them. Even if the kids are learning online from the public school site, and from home only?  Yeah.  They’re still with parents, who will say things like “no, I don’t think it’s that way. I lived through this.  Tell them what they want but this is the truth.”

Fifty percent of kids will get almost no education of any kind, of course.  This, weirdly, might make it better than now. Because it’s long been my contention letting the kids waste their time might teach them more than our failing inner city schools.  And maybe some of you can find a way to provide a place for kids to be while they learn? And supplement/value add to this?

But again, the kids and the adults will want to socialize after school/work. HUMANS ARE SOCIAL APES.  This will probably mean that everywhere, pretty much, neighbors will get to know each other, and a lot of things will become more neighborhood-based.

This isn’t bad. We’re going to see the mass-media lose a lot more power at the end of this tunnel.

3- All of this will lead to more self-sufficiency, and to a linking of effort and outcome. Remember that these are things that don’t favor the left.

Also when models and “scientific expert governance” blow up in their faces, there will be a general souring of their favorite boondoggles.  Climate change?  yeah, we’ve seen pretty graphics before.  Etc.  This won’t end well. For them.

Already the money feeding their grifty “foundations” is drying up.  It’s going to be very tough come next winter. But that’s just a price to pay for sanity returning.

I’m still wondering what happens when China money dries up, and how many more masks will fall.

4- Illegal border crossings are at an all time low, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  All border crossings are at an all time low, and somehow I don’t think that will change greatly.

The future is very much one with borders.  The EU might limp nominally a few more years or decades, but it’s now functionally dead.  People have seen the insularity behind the “open borders” crowd, and the risk for everyone.

This very much spells the end to international socialism.  Not national, but that — well, that has to be dealt with.  We’re not out of danger, but the internationalist insanity is fading, and with it the culture of the West should return. Or at least sanity should return to it.

Yeah there are large unassimilated populations in every Western country, and vast, not to say painful, insanity left over from indoctrinating the last 3 generations on political correctness.

But the next winter will be hard, and hardship restores sanity like a cold bucket of water restores sobriety.  The problem is it will get ugly.  Very, very ugly.

Stay with it. Work with it, so we don’t fall into the — leftist — insanity that only genetics count.  Work to make sure people understand Fit In or Fuck Off.  In America, work to be American.  In Europe, I don’t know.  Europe was always blood and soil….. it’s going to get massively ugly.

5- Remember the enemy gets a vote.

It’s been obvious the left has already ordered their Hugo Boss uniforms for the new police state for a while now, and it became worse during the shut down.
Don’t let them.  Sure, talk and work against unconstitutional restrictions and debasement of individual rights, but above all, ignore them.

There is a vast wave of change about to crash down on the entire world.  For a lot of countries this is very, very, very bad.  A lot of countries in the third world are going to be in horrible shape, and we’re going to be too busy with our own issues to help.

Yes, there will be wars and millions of lives lost because the first world lost their minds and decided hiding under their beds for fear of a virus was a good idea.

But the world after that is not all bad. One thing we know about the “progressives” is that they can’t deal with change or with being the stick-out individualist.

The rest of us, though?  Experts at it.

This is your time.  Build under, build over, build around.

Prepare for the tsunami of change to hit. And be not afraid.

 

In case you were wondering I do feel guilty and upset at myself when I swear at long-time readers and call them Vichy. In my defense, the reader hadn’t bothered to take in what I was saying about the clusters of the virus, or to address them honestly, and instead tried to hector me with supposed superior knowledge, never considering whether I knew anything about it/had read extensively about it.

So, pull up a rock and let’s talk through this, okay? Your fears, my fears. And why I’m suffering from PTSD and the other day cried while driving through Denver to pick up food at our favorite place, because I felt all that was left behind was the shell of the only city that ever felt (truly) like home.

Let’s begin with: Nobody knows anything.

I’ve said before that we’re going into an increasingly ignorant age.  Not because data collection is impossible, but because our society is so complex and dispersed we each know only a very small part of what can and will influence our lives or perhaps completely destroy them.

It was always like that, of course.  Big, flourishing cities pre-Black-Plague didn’t know their end was coming.  But in a way they had it easier. First, because they didn’t think EVERYTHING was knowable.  Only G-d knew everything, and ultimately their fate was in the hands of G-d.  As a society, they knew/believed that this world was a transitory place, and what mattered was their eternal faith.  And over that they had full control by their behavior.  (Which in turn descended into a lot of legalistic stuff about doing all the right things, even if those things were external and small.)
Regardless of personal faith, society as a whole does not believe that any longer. Society believes, rather in living as long as possible, because as individuals we’ve lost our moorings in the world/time.  We no longer feel that our lives don’t matter so much — maybe — but we’re part of something bigger than ourselves that will continue long after we’re gone, and to which our contributions matter.

On top of that, we have some idea of the vastness of the world, our smallness in it, and that someone across the world having bat soup a la mode can mean we and ours will die without being able to do anything to prevent it.

This is a situation designed to induce madness, particularly when all our news apparatus is trying its best to drive us to panic fear, because they think they can use it to then panic us into socialism.  Destroying the economy is a plus value in this, as then we’ll need (they think) socialism.  Socialism never really fixes such situations, but it is often something people embrace when desperate (before they get defeated and starve.)

The problem here is REALLY nobody knows anything.  It seems like every other day a new theory about what this virus is comes out. The latest onne is that it de-oxygenates the blood itself, rather than merely making it hard to acquire oxygen.  Look, it’s possible. It’s just not PLAUSIBLE and the person expounding it lacks the credentials.  OTOH Medium took it down, which these days is almost a sign of its making sense.

If that’s true, btw, transfusions, not ventilators are the needed thing.

But then again…. Take the bilateral “ground glass” x rays.  Do they mean anything?  I don’t know.  I know that when I was dying of pneumonia, a nurse tried to stampede me into a biopsy (they really wanted to give me one, even though they ADMITTED it would probably kill me) by saying I had “bloody holes” in my lungs.  I didn’t. She didn’t know how to read an X-ray.  I’ve heard from professionals that the pattern is just “bilateral pneumonia.”

The low oxygen and still breathing fine was how I presented when I had intercellular pneumonia (That what I was told later. It makes no sense to me) X-rays didn’t detect it, though you could hear it, and eventually a highly skilled radiologist pointed out I did have signs of pneumonia in the x-rays. Before that, except for my low ox they’d have thought I was hypocondriac.

It is that illness, more than anything that makes me doubtful of almost everything we hear.  You see, medicine is more art than science.  We tend to think “Oh, you take a test, and you know for sure.” but that’s not true.  I hear we have a test that’s accurate in 85% of the cases, but it is not in wide distribution. Our best right now is 70%. Which means Winnie the Flu is being diagnosed on a ton of things, but ultimately it’s being diagnosed the way it was in China: if you present at the hospital with bilateral pneumonia and with a host of symptoms that change every day and with every whisper out of the medical community, they assume it is Winnie the Flu.

And I keep remembering that experience and thinking of three doctors screaming at each other in my room (my husband says I was being treated by committee)  each convinced I had something completely different.  The candidates were: a disease from a fungus that grows in Brazilian caves (later it emerged this doctor thought that Portugal was right next to Brazil. A not uncommon error.) An hereditary disease of Russian Jewish MALES (note this doctor never asked me if my kids were biological, but really!) An auto-immune attack.

These were all brilliant people, good in their specialties. They had tested me for everything under the sun. And they had no clue what was going on.

The ER doctor — now I know a lot of doctors, I understand they can be very good or very bad — who was a bit of an old hippie (they too can be very good or very bad) and whom at first I thought was a nurse because he was the LEAST egotistical person I ever met and introduced himself as “just call me Johnny,” told me they were getting a lot of cases like mine in. All between 20 and 40, all otherwise healthy (yes, the chart said obese, but I was at most 10 lbs overweight. I just never fit the “skinny charts.” Current doctor has more realistic views. Things change) and all showing the same symptoms, including the fact our immune system wasn’t reacting. I.e. I had a raging infection but no fever.

He put me on (then new) IV Zithromicin and a tablet.  (We got a copy of the process at the end of it, for my SIL in Portugal to read, and I wonder where we put it in the end. I have a strong feeling the tablet was chloroquine. I hear that it’s been used for years in conjunction with Zithromicin (yes, I know I’m spelling that wrong. I am dyslexic and hate medicine names.) when doctors face a viral infection that is not responding to anything else.  Anyway, Johnny (bless him) put me on this stuff, and over the next twelve hours I started improving markedly.

Then the specialists came, assured me what I had was not an infection because I had no fever and my immune system wasn’t responding.  The antibiotic would do nothing and the other drug was “just nasty.”

After twenty four hours of non-treatment, I was found blue in the middle of the night (as in “you were a lovely shade of cyan” said the nurse who found me) and put in ICU. Where I continued to get worse, and they wanted to do surgery. Or alternately hit me with really large doses of anti-histamines, or…..

In the middle of this, after consulting by phone with SIL in Portugal who told him they were seeing the same cases over there, same age range, and that they were treating exactly as Johnny had, husband demanded they put me back on it. Doctors refused.  Husband, for first time in our entire married lives exerted the “you said you’d obey me” and ordered me to get dressed. We were driving to the other hospital in town and seeing if they did it. And if not, we were driving to Denver and hitting all the hospitals.

For perspective, I was so oxygen deprived, my heart had swelled to three times its size and I was tachycardic to the point they wouldn’t let me get up to use the bathroom. Or sit up. Or anything, really.  And honestly? I wasn’t sure husband was right. And SIL hadn’t SEEN me, and all these learned doctors were so sure (except where they didn’t agree with each other.)

But husband ordered, I had promised to obey. And I’m a woman of my word. So I sat up and — very slowly — started dressinng.

Doctors PANICKED. As I remember the words were “Fine, but you’ll see it will make no difference.”

Three days later I walked not just out of ICU but out of the hospital, under my own power.  In my last interview the Pulmonologist told me I’d be back in months, a year at most “because that wasn’t pneumonia.” I had pneumonia a couple of times after, but they were walking pneumonias and not the crazy thing that almost killed me at 33.

Now, other things came out after that/during that.  For instance, for half a day while moved from ICU I shared a room with a woman my age, who had the same symptoms but who took the “massive dose of anti-histamines” route. The infection had raged like fire on which you pour gasoline. She was suffering serial organ failure.

I later learned — through a local interest newspaper story — that there had been 40 or 45 similar cases in our small town, and that the ones who had Johnny’s seat-of-the-pants ER doc treatment had avoided ICU and walked out in two/three days.  (BTW because my case had got much worse before they put me on the treatment again, I was on THREE zpacks a DAY for a month after I got home. And I was debilitated for year.)

Okay, forgive me that long excursion. I wanted to explain why we’re getting a cacophony of contradictory symptoms. It’s not abnormal, when it’s a new virus. (BTW, we never figured out what the thing in early 96 WAS. All we know is it ran through science fiction conventions, probably explaining some of the age bias since they ran “younger” then. And I’d never been to one of them, but I was in touch with someone who had.)

So, the problem with Winnie the Flu:

Nobody knows anything. We get all sorts of contradictory reports and crazy theories.

It’s politicized.  Things are being attributed to it, both infections and deaths that almost certainly aren’t. Because under its cover, a lot of mayors/governors can get assistance with their failing budgets.

The tests suck. The tests suck like a hoover.  This leads both to diagnosing it by symptoms, and probably to some number of false positives. This in turn muddies the “treatments that work” thing.

The media has seized on it I THINK not even out of a coherent desire to oust Orange Man Bad, but because they’re giddy at their new found relevance.  They were being ignored when people had lives, but bored and scared people at home keep turning on the news, and getting sad cases and ‘certainties’ from various places and “it’s coming for you.”

I have people reporting spouses (almost always women, because were more susceptible to mass behavior. It’s just part of how we’re wired) so terrified that they refuse to leave a room in the house, demand everything sterilized and won’t let the kids play outside because the virus might get them. This is not rational behavior. It’s hysteria.

I’ve run into people suffering this, and they keep coming back to “millions will die” which is not only unlikely but — at this point — bloody impossible. So the only thing I can figure is a steady drumbeat of fear from the media is panicking everyone.  And the media is relishing it like an aging actress given one last leading role, and feeding on itself.

Speaking of feeding on itself: we’re not only suffering rule by experts, but we’re suffering rule by geeks with no perspective of anything else. I DO yield to just about anyone in my admiration for Dr. Fauci. He is a “political expert.”  I.e. a scientific expert with a talent for politics. I’m always wary of those.  His history is patchy. But dear lord, he has the limelight and he loves it, and he’ll NEVER relinquish it willingly. So never expect him to give the all-clear. He’s now saying that “hey, we will let you out when there are no more cases.” and asking us to bear the “inconvenience” which tells you he has no clue what the shutdown is doing to the economy and people’s lives.

Oh, and let’s — do — touch the psychological. Like a lot of raging introverts, I should be fine with this. It’s not even that different from normal every day life for me. We work from home most of the time, though we usually have a date night Saturday afternoon/night where I get to SEE people and interact minimally with them (like to order dinner.)  We do museums, the gardens, or the zoo, at whim.

So, why am I coming unglued? Partly because those outings, apparently, are absolutely necessary. But also because in normal times I can get a wild hair and drive to the hobby store and get some fabric or paint to try something. I rarely DO, but I can. I can go to the nursery and get roses. I rarely do, but I can.  And when I go to the grocery store there aren’t normally distancing nazis and YOUNG PEOPLE (it’s always young people) wearing masks and looking terrified. (I’m okay with anyone with white hair wearing masks. Meh. You should be responsible for yourself. Though the homemade fabric masks don’t do much. But the proportion is one white haired person to ten young and looking terrified people.)

Also, you guys know something of my history: lockdowns and curfews terrify me. I’ve never had one being about what it says it is. They’re always about controlling people, and we usually find out WHY months later.  So, yeah, the PTSD makes me less than rational.

HOWEVER most introverts are reacting as badly as I am and a friend in law enforcement says they ARE seeing the hokey-curve of deaths. By suicide.

So– What do we actually KNOW is going on:

• Something ravaged China. There are probably 10x to 16x the deaths they reported. I was tracking this through December, as were a lot of people, probably a lot of them here, and I was panicking at the hints of how bad it was.
  Because China is incredibly secretive, we don’t know what happened there, though. And the virus could be that virulent there for other reasons, including pollution or malnutrition. Or they could be using the virus to cover deaths of famine and internal purges. Who knows? It’s China.
  Keep in mind that part of the panic as we watched China is that we are used to the idea “the killing plague will come out of China.” This is true in 90% of apocalyptic fiction.
• We DO know the outbreak in Wuhan was massive. It doesn’t seem to have been that bad in the rest of China, btw. BUT the outbreak in Wuhan was bad enough that it panicked China into shutting down HARD and hurting themselves.
  OTOH see what I said above: lockdowns and curfews are ALWAYS ultimately about controlling the populace because rulers are scared of THEM not of the ostensible emergency.  And there were rumors of Hong-Kong like outbreaks in mainland China.  WAS China using the virus to hide unrest/etc? Were they shutting down because that was preferable to being unseated? We don’t know. I’m going to go with “they panicked at Wuhan blowing up out of control and assumed the rest of the country would go up too.”
• Which brings us to something else we know and have seen over and over and over all over the world: this is a virus of clusters.  It gets bad in clusters. It’s not even noticeable elsewhere.
  While all the clusters are in dense cities, not all big (or even dense) cities get outbreaks.  The favelas of Rio aren’t dead now, etc.
  So why is it bad in clusters? We don’t know. We can come up with a million excuses, but in the end WE DON’T KNOW. We can’t know. We can’t even guess.
  That guess above assumes people with higher blood ox (naturally) are less susceptible.  BUT that makes no sense, as it’s more severe on blood type A. And blood type A is NOT it for that.
• It mostly kills the elderly.  No, please, stop. IT MOSTLY KILLS THE ELDERLY.  Remember that anything pneumonia gets attributed to it. In some cities so do unexplained deaths.  So, yeah, there are — I THINK — at last count 45 “young and healthy” dead throughout the country attributed to it. It might even be true that all 45 died of it. Let’s say it is. That is so far below the number who die of “just unexplained shit” every day in the US without us shutting down completely that it doesn’t warrant worry. It certainly doesn’t mean EVERY young person, from babyhood to fifty is now at risk. They probably have a better chance of being stung to death by a bee.
  ALMOST all the dead are elderly (with co-morbidities, yes, but our elderly all have them. We’re in the uncomfortable place where the maladies of old age aren’t yet unavoidable, just survivable.)
  I’m not saying this doesn’t matter. I’m saying that this is a characteristic. So in this sense it’s a normal respiratory virus. The target population is the USUAL one.
• It has a LOT of asymptomatic cases.  I direct you to the Diamond Princess “closed study” as it were before everything went political. Most cases, something like 80% were asymptomatic.  You might not know this, but this is exactly the same as the flu. Most cases are asymptomatic spreaders, which is why we ESTIMATE flu mortality every year.  It also has a long incubation period, but here we run into those ever-moving “rumor” characteristics. The incubation period, when you feel fine but are getting ill ranges from 4 days to 21. It could be more. It could be less.  This makes it impossible to track spreaders, or even to know who’s at risk.
• Clusters don’t seem to appear randomly. They seem to be bad from the beginning (this militates to its having been here a long time, so it’s not a new infection. Yes, THEORETICALLY we could get new ones, but we’ve not seen that. The cluster-areas remain the clusters. I’ve hypothesized culture, but the truth is WE DON’T KNOW. We just know they’re clusters, and they remain clusters and other places don’t “cluster”.So, taking that into account, and also the fact symptoms are weird — I’ve spent 20 years telling people that NO, stomach flu isn’t flu, but damn it, this thing has stomach symptoms in some percentage of people. BTW, weirdly so did the one in 96 — and only hit a fraction of the sick, what do we have?
  I don’t know. I know the virus exists, because we’ve tested for it. But is it responsible for most of what we’re seen? I don’t know.  Is it horribly lethal? I don’t know. (Doesn’t seem to be, but then there’s Wuhan.)
  Honestly at this point if someone said the COVID-19 is something else completely innocuous and what causes the deaths is a virus yet undetected, I’d not be able to say “hey, this is wrong.”
  Because we don’t know anything.
  And that’s what’s panicked people. That plus the media screeching 24/7 that we’re all going to die and that the worst is ALWAYS “the next two weeks.”

  HOWEVER here’s other things we know:

• Right now, we locked up the economy put around 20 million Americans out of work, destroyed businesses, jobs and livelihoods, and are waltzing with famine this winter (yes, I know farmers are planting…. and in CA letting crops rot in the field, and being unable to find parts for machinery or buyers for their product. Milk is being dumped. Farmers are having trouble feeding their animals. The list goes on) for something that even with the dodgy diagnoses has cost round 10k to 12k lives so far.  Say that went ten times higher (HIGHLY unlikely.)  It’s still only “really bad flu season” since the estimate for the last really bad one is apparently 80k lives.
  Worse, as America is impoverishing itself, other countries are doing the same, partly because they KNOW we must KNOW something.  Not only are we going to be AT BEST really tight and poor next winter, we’re going to watch other countries in much worse straights, and we can’t help.
• Poverty and hunger, particularly sudden lead to civil unrest and war. And not just here, but all over the world. And we won’t be able to help.
• The dead are mostly elderly. The ones hit by the financial misery will be mostly young and might never be able to get the jobs/lives they need. We’re creating a lost generation to buy people another optimistically 2 years of life (most of the dead have more like 6 months expectancy.)
• We are piling on debt, which at this point we will HAVE to inflate out of.  Growing out of, which is what Trump was trying to do, is now a forlorn hope.
  Inflation kills savings and impoverishes everyone. it will hit hardest on my generation of late-middle-aged who probably — barring miracles — have seen our life expectancy curtailed from 80s to maybe mid-seventies, if we’re all very lucky.
• We’re putting the entire nation under massive stress.  We don’t know what causes cancer, but we DO know stress and psychological pressure contributes to it.MEANWHILE:
• Not only aren’t our homeless dying — and please, please, please, don’t tell me because they’re so sickly they resist this better. THAT’S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS.
• One of the major foci is NOT in Rio, which held the Carnival.
• The wretched of the world, from Africa to Latin America aren’t ALL dead. And they would be if this were that deadly. They just would. Social distancing is impossible when you live on top of each other. And no, it’s not true that warm and wet weather keeps you healthy, or else why lock down FLORIDA?
• Our politicians don’t seem to be taking this seriously. As with global warming/cooling/climate change, or with the TSA, it all seems like drama and kabuki.
  If they were THAT worried that it was that bad, they’d be cracking down not on young people playing basketball or young families in parks, but in the homeless, clumping around and becoming foci of disease.
  A lot of the things being done are worse than “normal life.” Like closing schools and throwing kids into daycares (which, yes, is happening because people who work at “essential jobs” can’t stay home with them) which mix them with younger kids who spread disease more. And by closing most stores and leaving only grocery stores, it means more people are handling the same things, and crowding the same places and it’s actually impossible to keep 6 feet away in most of them.  IF the real risk was what politicians are pretending it is, we’d ALL already have died.MORE importantly, to me, we’re giving up our liberties to the WORST sort of politician without even token resistance. I’ve seen people who claim to be freedom lovers thanking their governors/mayors for LOCKING THEM UP and preventing them from work.
  Guys, once liberty is given up, it’s much harder to recover. And these people, from neighborhood snitches to Walmart nazis, to power mad mayors and governors REALLY ARE the worst sort of bully, closing parks (instead of merely issuing distancing guidelines.), arresting people kayaking int the middle of the ocean, and frankly behaving like tin pot dictators.
  At the national level we have a political class crowing with delight at “the end of Western civilization” and trying to get their Green New Deal crazy cakes environmentalism implemented on the back of this. Watch if they don’t try to keep travel restrictions in place forever!
  I’ve been through this before. Once you have a population that thinks the government is its father and its mother and can keep them “safe” and that the government does everything out of benevolence, you’ll never, ever, ever be free.

  If we’re willing to do this to avoid what will be for sure even with all the doctoring, under 20k deaths, what will happen when they tell you how many people die by driving? Or that you can avoid heart disease if you stop eating meat? or that —  It goes on.

  And this is why I have been cursing out even people who probably don’t deserve it (but who should have thought about what I was saying instead of hectoring me.)  I feel like I’m in the middle of mad people tearing down our liberty and the structures of our exceptional country, because they think they’re ALL going to die fo something that’s not that lethal unless you’re really elderly, or are in the middle of a cluster.
  BUT more importantly — were it ten times more lethal — they’re willing to surrender to despotic authority to be kept “safe” from a danger that can’t be predicted or fully understood.
  Once you take that step…  well, you’re over as a free people.
  I don’t think — I hope — we’re there yet. There are too many of us going the other way. More every day.
  But the baffling unconcern and credulity of the ones rushing to be protected has me nervous, upset and above all disgusted.

  You, most of you reading this, were born free. You have no idea how rare and amazing that it.

  TRY very hard not to sell your birthright for a mess of totalitarian pottage.
  Not only does it never end well, but the world needs America. Now more than ever.

 

 

 

 

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…She has discovered she has an older sister named Amber, who was stolen-away as a baby. Nobody but Rachel remembers her—not even their parents. Rachel is determined to find Amber and restore her to the family. But how?

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Snippet 3

Embarrassment

Michael forged ahead, dragging Al into his room at the townhouse, and casually tossing over his shoulder at the butler “Hodges, can you get someone to bring up water and clothes for us to change? Will Seraphim be in at dinner?” He turned to Al by way of explanation, “We probably should dress for dinner. I don’t know if my brother will eat in our house or at the palace. I’m not sure how they manage but—”

“Lord Michael!”  the butler sounded shocked to his core, and Michael stared at him, in complete confusion. It was his experience that he sometimes couldn’t even remotely guess at what other people were thinking.  This seemed to be one of those situations, as he had no idea what the look of deep reproach in the old retainer’s face was all about.

Hodges cleared his throat, “You cannot possibly mean to wash and change in the same room.”

Michael paused, suddenly alarmed. It wasn’t so much that he could guess what the butler was thinking – he couldn’t – but the man looked as if there would be some high impropriety in changing clothes in the same room with a friend.  Michael couldn’t really guess why, since in the past he had brought home play friends and changed for dinner in his room, if they weren’t staying overnight.

However, that had been some years ago.  Without being able to fully comprehend it, Michael had a strong feeling that some threshold had been crossed since he’d started having to shave.  Once a week maybe, but all the same.

To this was added the memory that his half-brother Gabriel was known to prefer the company of males to that of females.  At least Michael had heard that without fully understanding it, and it seemed to him it meant he fell in love with gentlemen, not ladies.

Michael didn’t fall in love with anyone. The whole thing seemed to him a passel of trouble. Look at Seraphim having his life upended ever since he fell in love with a woman whose social consequence was greater than Seraphim’s home.  And as for Caroline and her romance – well.  He wasn’t even human, in some ways.

In Michael’s world, which he intended to keep as rational as possible as long as possible, romance was not only an infernal nuisance, but an irrational one. And he would have none of it.

And certainly he’d never, under any circumstances have anything to do with a scrubby schoolboy who fell out of windows in other worlds.  At any rate, Michael – for all he didn’t care at all – had started to realize that some women – particularly very beautiful and intelligent ones, like that Miss Monkton who had given a talk on magical electricity, which he had attended last summer – had… effects on him.  His palms sweated, his throat grew tight, he couldn’t think of anything to say, and altogether a lot of effects took place which Michael had never expected and didn’t like in the least.  So he knew for an absolute fact that when it came to avoiding romance, it was romance with women that he was avoiding.

Which meant that he should be offended by Hodges’ implication.  He tried to sound severe when he said, “Oh, no one cares for that. We should have some clothes that fit Al. Maybe from when I was younger? I don’t think he’ll be staying the night. He’s only here till dinner, I think. Just have some clothes and warm water brought up.  Er…. Not a bath. We’ll just wash our hands and faces and change?”

“Sir!”

“No, Hodges, I must insist.”

“And I, sir, must insist that no such thing will happen under his Grace’s roof.  If you please, follow me,” And Hodges led them into the small parlor.

Michael blinked.  Either his brother’s butler had gone completely insane, or there was something of a magical nature going on that messed with people’s heads.

It wasn’t just the refusal to let them wash and change in the same room. No. It went well beyond that. It was that they were being shown into the parlor.

Michael paced like a caged tiger by the windows, while Al sat, subdued, on a chair, his hands in his lap, as if he were still in the nursery.  Good heavens, was the boy still in the nursery? Was that why Hodges was acting so strangely?

But next a maid came in, bringing tea and cakes, which was a crowning insanity.

Surely, Al was too young for liquor. Michael was too young for liquor, besides not liking the stuff. But lemonade and cake would be a more appropriate snack for a schoolboy, would it not?

“I have no idea—”  he began, but Al was already pouring tea for both of them and helping himself to cakes. There was a vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows, as though he were trying to decipher a very difficult puzzle.

There was noise in the hall, noise unheard of in this elegant house: an argument and raised voices, between a man and a woman.  And Mrs. Hodges came in.  She was the housekeeper at the townhouse, a very respectable woman, who wore somber colors and whom Michael had never before seen disturbed.

He’d always assumed that she could plan a party for three hundred or nursery tea without getting flustered.  But now she looked flustered. Or she looked flustered until three steps in. And then she looked like she was trying very hard not to laugh.

She curtseyed to Michael, but spoke to Al, “Well, my dear,” she said, a hint of a smile on her lips.  “He has no idea, does he?”

Al shook her head.

“So I take it your acquaintance is recent?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Al said, his voice sounding a little shy and strangled.

“I see. And here is Hodges,” she looked over her shoulder at the her husband, “Saying that Lord Michael is getting ready to set up a Corinth.  You must forgive them. They are fools. They never actually grow up, they just stop having spots.”

Michael would have been offended, if he had the slightest idea what she was talking about. Except of course, that it included him and Hodges. Hodges, whose eyes he met, looked as dumbfounded as Michael himself.

“Go you, Lord Michael,” the housekeeper said, sounding exactly as commanding and maternal as she had when Michael had been ten years younger. “To your room. Have a proper bath and change.”

“But Al—”

“I’ll take care of your friend, sir. Do not fear.  We’ll bring… we’ll bring you both here when you’re done.  Word has been sent to your brother, but whether he will be in for dinner or not, we do not know.  There is some crisis involving fairyland, and it is that important.  But never fear, we’ll take care of the two of you.”

Michael was so confused he not only let himself be herded to his room, but he let his brother’s superior valet choose his attire after bath, so that when he dressed, he realized he was wearing the most formal of dinner attires, complete with breeches.

He thought to protest because while his brother might be married to the heir to the throne, he was still very much at home, and if anyone else were at dinner it would be family and….

And he forgot it all when he entered the drawing room.

There was a young lady there, who had a passing resemblance to Miss Monkton.  At least she had the same red hair, a mass of it, loose down her back, and very large green eyes with a startled expression in them.

Oh, she also had freckles, masses, but Michael had never understood why people would mind freckles. He found them charming.  She wore a very beautiful dark green gown, with … well, he was sure it was very nice lace, though he had no words to even think on it, much less describe it.

“Miss–  Madam—“ He stumbled.

Suddenly the features rearranged themselves, and he realized she was…  “Al!” he said.

She curtseyed. The damned chit curtseyed, very proper and all to him, as though he were some kind of important person and she a stranger! As though she hadn’t fallen from a window onto his magical row boat.  As if—

“Albinia Blackley, milord. At your service.”

Michael realized, with a start, this must be the whelp that Tristam Blackley had spoken of.  A bastard child?

He opened his mouth to answer, though he was not sure with what

That was when the window exploded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not a physicist, nor do I play one on TV.  And I did not sleep at Holiday Inn last night. But my kids took way more physics than needed for either of their degrees, and despite being 3 years apart in schooling took those classes together in college.

(Which was great. They can’t stand for one to outdo the other so not only were they top of the class, but had improbably great grades. Because younger one might otherwise slacken but not when there was a chance of older one doing better.  And older one, who always tried for perfect invented plus que perfect for the occasion. Had I known it, I’d have fought the state of CO to advance younger three years starting in elementary (he could take it) and they’d have been LEGENDARY.)

Since they were both living at home to save money, this meant that I was often standing in the kitchen minding my own business cooking, and they’d be telling what they thought were hilarious jokes, or trying to figure out that day’s problem and turning it into a joke.

Which is why I learned that there are physics assumptions that only work for ideal objects.  Or, as my kids put it (and perhaps it’s a joke from a show? I can be daft) “Imagine a spherical cow, of uniform density in friction-less vacuum.”

This came to mind about a week ago as I was stomping around the house saying that anyone who relied on computer models for anything should be shot.  My husband was duly alarmed, because as he pointed out, he has designed computer models.

At which point I told him that’s okay because his models do not involve people.  Which is part of it.  Throw one person into a model, and you’ll wish the person were a spherical cow of uniform density in friction-less vacuum.

But the reason the cow story is funny, of course, is that you don’t even need a person to upset that kind of very exact calculation, because cows are not in fact spherical or of uniform density, and would fare rather poorly in friction-less vacuum.

However, much worse than a person is a group of people. Particularly when the group has its own culture, its own geographical “plant” and its own way of being in the world. Throw those into any model, and even if what you’re trying to model is a single, small, fairly well known group, the model will have a leak.

You see, people don’t always behave the way you expect. And frankly, they find ways to get around things they don’t like.  Or they just  do unimaginably stupid and crazy things.

To be fair to the left they never have — and possibly never will — understand that.  Their whole program is the idea that human beings are fungible.  Having glomed on the idea some humans are not like the others, they of course decided to sort humans by external or largely irrelevant characteristics.

No, I DO NOT in fact understand why the collectivists, the people who keep wanting to do what the group is doing, and who are more socially oriented than any of us fail to get people.  Except perhaps that G-d has a sense of humor. (Low one, puts itch powder in your pressure suit.)

What I do know is that — are you ready? — human societies, involving multiple nations or even our own culturally diverse, geographically spread out nation, are not now nor will they ever be a spherical cow of uniform density in friction-less vacuum.

So…. why is it that even now that they admit the scary Imperial model is insane, our authorities, from federal on down are treating the US as though it were just that mythical cow, and on top of that exactly the same as the cow in Italy, Spain or France.

This is a stupid thing. What’s more important, it’s a stupid thing that’s not only killing the economy, it’s getting in the way of us figuring out what the Winnie-flu is, how bad it is, and what causes high-lethality clusters.

Let’s leave side for the moment the fact that the books are being cooked, okay. They are. this is undeniable. As is undeniable they’re cooking them the most in places like Louisiana and NYC, and we probably know why.

It’s hard to deny the disease presents in weird clusters.  I have a friend whose Georgia County is about the same level of bad as Italy.  Which makes no sense whatsoever, as they have no high Chinese population.  And while the  cases might be guess work (with tests only accurate AT MOST 70% of the time, it’s guesswork all the way down) the deaths aren’t. The community is small enough they all know each other. And they’re losing relatively young (still working) and relatively healthy (no known big issues) people.

The question is WHY?

In the same way, when I go to FB and I say “Is this really as bad as people claim,” people from NYC who have relatives in the hospital get very upset.

But instead, what we should be doing is applying the severe restrictions to places with these clusters, and figuring out why the clusters develop. (Instead of shutting down the economy of a nation of 320 million, and making people in Lone Cow Nevada follow the same restrictions as New Yorkers.)

Look, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Sure, quarantines are justified. But that word doesn’t mean what we’re doing. Quarantines is when you isolate the sick. What we’re doing is mass house-arrest.

Which brings us into why this is crazy.

I can GUESS at some reasons why NYC has a lot more cases than anywhere else in the country. They are the closest thing to an European country in our midst, relying mostly on public transportation (or truly unsanitary taxis), living in apartment buildings with shared air circulation, keeping minimal personal distance in the street.

To all that add that there are problems with their health workers being third-world hires and as cheap as humanly possible. (I suspect Seattle has the same issue. In fact, other states do. Having heard stories, particularly of long term care homes, I’ve told my sons that if I ever need that (Please, no. Mom and Dad haven’t) and they can’t afford to send me to one of the best, just put rat poison in my tea.)  And OF COURSE there are problems with culture in that too.

So, I’ve covered this before, but here’s the thing: Italy has a completely different culture. Yes, it also has a sclerotic, understaffed and just impoverished healthcare system. (Yes, every time I post that I have to spam a million comments telling me how well the WHO ranked Italy — which is great, except the WHO ranks a single payer system above everything else, including outcomes — and how Lombardy is the envy of Italy or something, which leads me to say “Sucks to be you.”)

However, that’s just a factor in the debacle. The other factor is culture and no one is taking it into account.  Multi-generational families live together (I should throw stones, yes) or in the same house which becomes a sort of compound. (This is common to all Mediterranean cultures. I grew up in such a compound until the age of six.) which means that while Grandma isn’t abandoned to the tender mercies of Haitian health workers, it’s also really hard to isolate her when little Guido gets the never-get-well at school and cheerfully brings it home.  Even when they don’t live together, extended families have a level of closeness that freaks out even the closest American families.  If you and your relatives live within driving distance of each other and don’t see each other every other day, there’s something wrong.

Every house is a continuous cacophony of visiting relatives and friends.  In safer times, we just left the back door unlocked because it was easier than answering the doorbell every five minutes.  When I first got married, I had the TV on all day, because otherwise the house was so silent, it freaked me out. (I left Disney channel on all day, because it was less likely to startle me with explosions or evil laughter. This led my inlaws to believe I only understood “English for children” (rolls eyes.) I wasn’t even in the room with it. I just needed that noise, or I freaked out, because of the habit of a lifetime.

The freakiest thing in my exchange student years was that my family never had people drop by, several times a week, just because.

On top of that, of course, a lot of the younger people live in stack-a-prol apartments with shared air, and most people commute by train or bus or something.

Now, in Portugal at least most trains and buses aren’t as full as they were in my youth. You are rarely packed in like sardines.  But it’s still public transport, and at rush hour every seat is taken and there are people standing.

As much as I get sick here, I got sick way more often there, and had a few really close calls, starting at about thirteen. Because you live in each other’s pockets.

And I understand that in Italy, as in Portugal, as in, for instance, France, people kiss a lot more.  Adult men might not, unless they’re close(ish) relatives, but women and children get kissed by everyone from close kin to total strangers.

All of those create conditions for the virus to explode. In Italy, in France, in Spain.  I understand it’s not exploded nearly as much in Portugal, but I also wonder how much of that is Portuguese reluctance to go to the doctor or the hospital. Because “the hospital is where you die.” (Yes, sue me. Some cultural assumptions remain. Which is why my husband is the one who normally drags me to the hospital.)  Because, you see, we DO know for at least one of the clusters, the hospital was making it worse. Go to the hospital for any other reason, catch Winnie the Flu.

All of these uncertainties are even more uncertain with China, which is a culture that is, by itself and by design fairly opaque to us, round eyed devils. BUT because they are on top of that also totalitarians, the culture becomes double opaque.  As Writer in Black put it in the comments, paraphrasing:They lie because they lie, they lie when the truth will serve, they lie because they can get away with it, they lie when they can’t.

And we simply don’t know the conditions on the ground. Most Americans don’t know, and most “progressives” refuse to admit that China has air quality not seen in this world since London ran on coal and its air resembled pea soup.  I heard that their air pollution makes everyone, man, woman, preschooler and infant inhale the same amount of particulates and pollutants as a three-pack a day smoker. Or that China’s prosperity is mostly for show/limited to a certain class (as we said in Portugal “for Englishmen to see”) and in the countryside, and the lower classes, life is more or less medieval and very close to the bone.  So close it might have tipped into actual famine, once we engaged in curtailing China’s exploitative trade practices.  On top of which, the mode of life being medieval and the government unpredictable, most people live in close proximity to a food animal or two. Which–   Which has given us all the bird flus, the swine flu, and soon to come and excitingly another bird flu.

So, do we even know that China is locking up again because of Winnie the Flu? or because of the new bird flu?

We don’t and neither do they. Their diagnosis was by “has pneumonia” since their tests are THIRTY PERCENT accurate (a coin is more accurate) and honestly, they don’t care for the lives of individual citizens. They care to hide a debacle from the world.

So trying to understand why the Wuhan cluster happened and how bad it really happened might be beyond us.  As I write this China has gone into lockdown again, which will send the Western hysterics into convulsions and give those like my governor who hanker for well polished boots and a Hugo Boss uniform in red and black another excuse to stomp on our inalienable liberties.  (And if at the end of this there aren’t a thousand civil rights law suits, I’ll be seriously disappointed.)

Because in his mind, Colorado and China are spherical cows of uniform density in friction-less vaccum.  (Stupid or malicious? Well, in Polis’s case? BOTH.)

And dear BOB, guys. Colorado and New York City (or state) are not the same culture.  Heck, North Carolina and Colorado are not the same culture. I know, because I transitioned from North Carolina to Colorado.

Let’s put it this way, if you stand as close to people in Colorado as you do in North Carolina, we’re going to freak out. Give it another foot (and that’s a foot more than NYC.) Unless you’re obviously a tourist. In which case we’ll send you to the next city to look for something improbable.  And while we’re not an unfriendly bunch (truly) we are not precisely the kind that gets together in a big bunch for no reason whatsoever.  (Unless they’re recent transplants.)

When we moved to Colorado we belonged to a national social club. We tried to continue our involvement here, but eventually gave up, because though the group was larger, the meetings were small, odd, and kind of lackluster.  The explanation? Coloradans are OUTDOORS people. They’re out hiking trails, or, when urban, walking around.  Sure, they might eat at restaurants, or go to museums, but the natural group size for Colorado is one or two.

You observe this in our parks, during summer, when you stare at groups of more than about four, because they’re so rare.  And in museums, even when going through as a family, our family of five tends to go through really individually, just keeping the others in sight most of the time.  And we’ve been doing that since the kids were about five. And this is normal.

Yes, there are subcultures. But even our college students don’t really clump as I see in other cities/states/on TV.

Our NORMAL mode, with very few exceptions, is social distancing.  You see this better perhaps in church. Whenever I go to church out of state/country, I’m puzzled at people crowding towards the front, in big masses.  In Colorado it often seems like the law is “let me find a space no one can touch me.”

I understand — Colorado is the only Western state I’ve LIVED in — that in the west that’s more or less the norm.  That our normal standing-apart is about two and a half to three feet. (And though yeah, there’s outliers like someone sneezing, the normal spacing for virus transmission, is one and a half feet.)

This alone, not accounting for the fact that trying to get Coloradans together is like herding cats, makes us completely different from NYC.

Heck, we do have the train that was supposed to go between Denver and Colorado Springs (WHAT IS with socialists and trains?) but it is about halfway there, and frankly when we drive alongside it, it seems to be empty.  The use is probably not helped by the fact our state made it free for homeless (ride the murder and assault carriages!) But even the homeless aren’t at great risk, since they’re like one per carriage. Buses… about the same. Though there is one route where I’m surprised people aren’t dropping like flies, but then, really, no one seems to be except in clusters.

Frankly without the clusters, I WOULD actually think this was just the common cold or the greatest hoax since the Trojan horse.

So, why are the same rules being applied to both places? AND why are both places treated exactly alike? And why are both places assumed to be on the same curve as Italy or Spain or Wuhan, places and cultures, and ways of living that have absolutely nothing to do with how we live or who we are?

And here’s the kicker: if you allow states like Colorado and others that naturally self-distance to go about their lawful business, not only time but more money will be available to study the problem clusters.

What is actually going on is the entire world being punished because SOMEONE spit on the teacher’s desk and China won’t fess up it was them.

Which means this is what our “betters” in charge think they are. The teachers, the important people in charge, who must make sure all of us spherical cows of uniform density in frictionless vacuum do as told.

That’s all this is about: a fundamental misunderstanding of humans and cultures, and that individuals and individual cultures exist.

And these are the people who “believe in science.”  (A statement that by itself tells you they have no clue what science is nor how to learn it.)  And who presume to tell us how things will go.

Which is why we’re in the middle of killing our economy and destroying the wealth of generations, because we’re always — always — two weeks behind the peak.  Or, as one particularly mentally handicapped governor put it “We just have to keep pushing the peak off for the next year or two.”…. does he mean through non-flu season, and into flu season, and out of it again, till everyone who would have died of flu dies of famine, with a bunch more beside?

And again I ask all you, my fellow spherical cows of uniform density in frictionless vacuum: How long will you tolerate this?

 

So, to begin with, I am not dead. And I probably do not have the dread Winnie the Flu.  Why not? Well, I do not have a fever and some sense of smell has returned.  No, not all of it, but I can now smell the catbox when Euclid forgets to/refuses to cover (it’s hard to know with old codgers. It COULD be his protest against getting old, who knows?)  Taste is probably back at 1/2 percent. I can tell I’m drinking tea, not just sweet water.  From what I understand, the taste would not come back this quickly if it were Winnie.

I have since found that a lot of Corona Viruses — one of the normal causes of the common cold — and Rhino Viruses cause this symptom.  I have vague memories of losing taste and smell when I was very young and had some colds, but it’s been some time. Or it’s been some time since I noticed.  Look, over the last ten years I had symptoms far more worrisome than that.  Also, though my memory has recovered if not to the level it was at 30, there are some things that are forever lost in a fog of hypothyroidism and sleep apnea [(probably NOT brought on by the weight gain after the hypothyroidism got really bad, (which was since I was about 40, judging by the lack-of-potassium issues and others) but definitely exacerbated by it.  However, I’m one of the lucky, lucky people whose mouth conformation means I probably had sleep apnea since about 35 when ah…. tissues aren’t as youthful. I am now ALMOST the size I was at 35, if a little lighter, and I definitely still suffer from sleep apnea.]  I know because I have almost-finished novels I don’t remember writing, and sometimes I start reading a book and remember bits and pieces of it, but not the whole.

One of the downsides of it is that you forget bits of your lived experience. Like, you know, did I ever lose taste and smell with colds before? As I said, I remember it when very young, but not recently.

OTOH it’s not an unusual side effect of colds and allergies, apparently.  (It’s annoying, since tea with two drops of sweetener per pot is one of my joys in life. Apparently I’m not Connan.)

But this brings it to COVID-19. And how it’s being diagnosed. And how it behaves.

Yesterday a young acquaintance of ours got diagnosed with COVID-19 on SYMPTOMS.  This is what is technically known in Britain as “Bullocks.” Or perhaps “Bloody Bullocks.”

Why? Because there is no specific set of symptoms to Winnie the flu that aren’t partaken (Partoken?) of by other URIs.

The unique symptoms get bandied about, then contradicted by the next report.  “With Winnie the Flu you don’t sneeze” “You definitely sneeze with Winnie the Flu” “Winnie the flu has no body aches.” “Winnie the flu definitely has body aches.”  “Winnie the flu strikes only the old” “We’re mostly intubating your men between twenty and thirty” “Winnie the flu is a DRY cough” “The cough with Winnie the flu can be productive.”  “Winnie the flu shreds your lungs.” “So does any interstitial pneumonia.”

Honestly, the only thing you can say FOR SURE for Winnie the flu is that it takes longer (or its pneumonia) takes longer to recover from.  Ten days in ventilators are talked of, as opposed to three. Oh, and that your white cells don’t …. rise to the occasion as they usually do, almost as if you were immune suppressed.

Only, of course, some people are immune suppressed.  And though I no longer remember the exact explanation, when I had pneumonia but my blood cell count/immune system was also somehow suppressed, which they explained by my having had that same issue more than once and my body being “I can’t even!”  (Which btw is my highly scientific recollection.  Though you should perhaps remember I was oxygen deprived at the time.) So it’s not a unique thing with Winnie.

On “Who does Winnie the Flu kill, and how bad is it” we are about as confused as on symptoms, because apparently you know the US is not any more reliable on data than anyone else.

Why not?  Well, as I said, people are diagnosing Winnie the Flu IN A VIRTUAL APPOINTMENT without tests, and that is influencing our “infected” numbers.  At the same time, there are rumors that a slug to the chest, if you’re infected with Covid-19 makes you a death OF Covid-19 in certain populous districts of — oh, hell, in NYC.

And I do understand it is possible for doctors to say “yeah, he’d have survived if he weren’t ALSO suffering from Winnie the Flu” but–

BUT our numbers are in no way reliable. No one’s numbers are reliable.

Guys, I did tell you that unless we learned to do science properly again, and took the government funding out of it as the ONLY source for big projects (which means you find what the administration wants you to find — coff, climate science) we could no longer be an industrial/technological society.

What I didn’t know is that we could die from it. Or that that kind of uncertainty could be used to stoke panic.  I mean, not panic that would work.  They’d been trying to do this with Global cooling warming climate change.  But now they found a way of scaring us with as imprecise a set of statistics, as crazy a graph bar as any climatologist ever tried.

And it’s WORKING.

The effect and the insanity of the symptoms/age of death/etc being all over the place is exactly the same as playing telephone with a psychopath in the chain.  Which we might very well have, if the psychopath is China-fueled-media.

Which means it’s yet another situation of nobody knows anything.  Sure, Covid-19 EXISTS.  But is it any more lethal than the common cold?  We don’t know.  Is it really new? I honestly don’t know if there’s any way to even determine this, so I appreciate commenters telling me.  Or is it one of those many many coronaviruses that’s been circulating, which got blamed for the deaths in China (I’d guess famine and a bunch of other things. Up to and including, perhaps something chemical that got released during the military games.  Or perhaps, who knows, a mutation on a virus that made it slightly more lethal, or–.) Is it hitting some regions harder because somehow the percursor virus (if it’s a mutation) had avoided it?

Is it real, or is it memorex? will it float, or will it sink?

With our data collection corrupted, our information channels infused with the motives of a deranged, politically-motivated media, nobody knows anything.

All we know– foams at the mouth in civil liberties — is that our local governments who, out of an excess of respect for individual freedom claimed they could do nothing to control the deranged, dangerous and largely voluntary homeless, can now lock their entire population in their own houses “to protect us.”

All I know is that even if we come out of this at some point — I don’t know about y’all, but my governor is now talking July. He likes playing bondage games with the entire population. He likes it, my precious. — this will be tried again, and again and again.

PJ O’Rourke at some point said that (from memory) giving politicians power is like giving teen boys a bottle of whiskey and the car keys. I think he owes an apology to every single teenage boy out there. I think they’d do a lot less damage.

So, considering that nobody knows anything, when do we start demanding not just the numbers but what goes into the numbers? How tight they are? Who are they testing? Are they even testing? How is cause of death determined? etc.

How long till we make the decision that science must be scientific and that people with political motives should shut the hell up? How long till we name and shame the Chinese agents in the press and tell people “Yeah, but he’s infected with sino-propaganda/money virus.”

It was bad enough when all they were doing was wasting our money and squandering our kids’ future. But now they’re using lies to keeps us under house arrest. BTW the criminals and homeless are still — of course — allowed to roam free. Because apparently the civil liberties of the crazy, law breakers and interlopers are more important than those of citizens.

The media and the left have fully declared themselves as enemies of the Republic by any other words.  For our own good they want us to live in a socialist hell hole.

For their own good, I think we should deport them en masse to one. We’ll even let them choose.

Ultimately the Republic is OURS, not theirs.

How long will we the people TOLERATE this?

 

*Note I’m not doing an April Fool’s Post this year, because I think as a society we’ve had it up to HERE with pranks, right about now.
Note also that I woke up sans sense of smell or taste (when you have a 21 year old incontinent cat, you can tell when you lost your smell, and Russian Caravan, the tea you drink with a forkTM tastes of nothing. Even with sweetener and lemon it tastes only like vaguely sweet water.
This is universally reported as the first symptom of Wu-flu.  (I have a runny nose and a sore throat.) No, I don’t expect to die — not out of the question, with asthma, compromised lung function, etc — but I’m pissed at the prospect that I’m coming down with it, because I already lost two months this year to “mysterious, flu like illness.”
Even if I get very very ill, though, my opinion is the same. Short of actual black death numbers, what we’re doing to the economy is more dangerous than the disease. And will ultimately cost more in lives blighted and ended- SAH*

I think it’s very important to talk of the lives that will be destroyed or lost to this insanity of locking ourselves in our houses for fear of a virus. (Let me explain again, in quarantine, you lock up the sick. When you lock up the healthy it’s called house arrest. Yes, I am aware that there have been quarantines in the past. This is NOT — repeat not — a quarantine. Economic suicide. Collective insanity. Unprecedented violation of civil rights in peace time. It is all of that and more. It is not a quarantine.)

We’ll point out the obvious: there are people losing businesses they spent their lives building. There are people — I know some — who had just got a job which is now revoked. There are students who have just finished/are about to finish training, and who will be unemployed and crushed under student debt, no matter how sensible their training.

There is a risk of some number of these people committing suicide.  That will be “visible deaths” coming from this particular insanity.

But there will be also any number of hidden deaths.  Like the squid farms on Mars, which we hypothetically don’t have because we chose to fund the “Great Society” instead, these losses are invisible because they were never actually actualized. They were merely things that might be, and were in fact likely until governments (mostly state and local) decided it was a great idea to take the wheels off the economy, possibly because they were suffering from a terrible case of Orange Man Bad and knew they couldn’t elect their spokeszombie in the face of a thriving economy.  You know, things like people getting jobs, with good training, in a thriving economy.  People making enough money to marry, afford a house and kids.  People getting that first job, that eventually leads to other, better jobs.

But Sarah, you say, if this never happens, how can it cost us anything, much less lives?

It can cost a lot of things and yeah, lives. Perhaps not in the sense that people die, but in the sense that lives are not what they should be or even are wasted

As the mother of an unmarried young man about to finish his training with two engineering degrees and minors in another form of engineering, plus math and physics, yes, I am concerned that he’ll stay in the basement and never marry. While I come from a culture in which the younger child is often expected to stay home and look after the parents, that is not what I want or expect of my sons.

But it could be less dire than that and still bad: he is a jack leg programmer, and he might be able to make a living coding on a gig basis, and make do, more or less. But he’ll never do what he loves and spent 7 years training for. Whatever contributions he might eventually have made to aerospace engineering will be lost.

And I hear you say that all of us took paths we didn’t expect and many of us — or the most interesting ones of us — are doing things we didn’t train for and which would shock our younger selves. And I’m going to say “granted.”  And in most cases, those youthful dreams were misguided or not realistic. (Do you see me ruling the world and leaving it strictly alone?)

And I’ll grant you that too. But most of us are at least doing something adjacent to what we thought we would be doing (Journalist/novelist. Though I trained for translator and — rolls on floor laughing — diplomatic service.)

When this type of destruction hits an economy at the level we’ve inflicted in March 2020, what you see is a lot of diminished lives. Which in turn causes a lot of loss of interest/hope/etc.

Alvin Toffler might or might not be right about future shock. He was, however, absolutely right about cultural trauma caused by sudden and unexpected/unforeseen change, particularly when that change was negative.

Note there is credible reason to say Europe is dying from WWI.

On top of that, we were already dealing with extreme technological change, at a pace that was causing psychological problems.  Weirdly — this isn’t unusual when the wheels come off, so it shouldn’t be “weirdly” but most people think of a society being ruined as stepping back to an earlier level of technology. Unless the ruin continues to be enforced by government — Venezuelization or Cubanization — in fact ruin tends to accelerate technological driven societal change — this will only make the changes we were experiencing faster, because a lot of the digital revolution makes things cheaper/more streamlined.  Which means we’re more likely to go in that direction in hard economic times.

And a lot of us are over fifty. Not as many as in Europe, but still a lot of us.  Which means these changes will be hitting at just the right time to give a lot of people Unemployed Middle Aged Man Syndrome. (Note “man” because most women have other sources of “self” than job.  But not all. And my generation of women is more like men on that.) What this means is that some number of people will simply be unable to cope with changed work/life circumstances brought on by this insanity.

Yes, some will perhaps kill themselves, and those are visible. The invisible ones are the ones who go pottering into the sunset, alive but no longer able to contribute anything to society.

In that group, stress will also cause new and interesting forms of disease, including cancer, which a broke society might or might not be able to treat.

When people say we should stay “quarantined” (It’s not) till July, or for a year, or till the cows come home, “if it saves even one life.” this is what they and we must weight it against.

It’s all very well to say you won’t die FOR Wall Street. But will you die of the economy?

Because Wall Street is retirement plans. It is investment and innovation funds. It is rainy day funds.  All of these for middle America.  More than that, the economy and its ability to allow people to work for pay or find the food they need, or whatever IS lives.

Money is lives. All of us trade away some portion of our lives to produce goods and services which in turn get paid for and allow us to continue living.  It has always been so.  Since we’ve had money, money is simply a symbol, a way to keep track.

Money, and food and goods and services, and “simple” things like stores being open and stocked are LIVES. They’re hours and investments of people’s time and creativity.

How much of that do we burn to save lives. Where is the balance?
I don’t know. I know it’s possible to lose 1/3 of the population, particularly when that population is very old and forge on.  Sure, we’ll lose institutional memory, but we’ve already lost that, having decided to indoctrinate the last three generations in an utter vacuum of history or hard facts. (Sorry, but you know it’s true.)

Look, I don’t want to die more than the next person, and the next person is playing with the peaches of immortality.  It’s not that I want to live forever, or live for its own sake. But I want to live long enough to write 100 novels, cuddle four grandchildren, and … well, I want to live while I have things to do.

On the other hand, I know I’m 57 and not in perfect health. And I’ve survived expectations at birth for 57 years. So far so good. (Said the man as he fell past the 20th floor.)

I think a lot of our response to this is our fear of disease and death writ in sky high letters.

None of us is going to live forever. We’ve been dying since the day we’ve been born.

Sure, we have things to do and places to go. BUT it does no good to pay for our diminished future with the future of the entire society.

This fake quarantine isn’t free.  Life isn’t free. Nothing is free.

There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch, in anything.  And the smart person asks the price before dipping a hand in the supposed freebies.

Caveat Emptor.

 

 

*I asked for this post after venturing from the house twice and finding water bubbling up from two intersections, then reading in the paper that people are flushing shredded t-shirts.  What the heck, even people?  So I thank the Walshs for providing their expertise- SAH*

Does It Flush? A Primer by Bill (and Caitlin) Walsh-

In these perilous days of calamity and toilet paper shortage, many of us face a question that we, in our nation of prosperity and plenty, have never faced before:

What can I flush down the toilet?

A number of us have faced it anyway–as landlords, the number of things we’ve pulled out of various pipes and septic systems is nothing short of amazing. The power of human ingenuity pales next to the power of human wishful thinking. But it’s spread like never before. The toilet paper-starved masses are looking to their commodes with a look of consternation and hope: Paper towels, newspaper, magazines… these will work as toilet paper, in a pinch. Can’t I flush them, too?

…yeah. No.

So let’s start with the Comprehensive List Of What You Should Flush Down the Toilet:

• Human Bodily Waste
• Toilet paper
• Soup

End, done, finito. If it’s not on the list, you should not be flushing it.

That said, because of certain… Common Habits and Dishonest Advertisements, shall we say, perhaps we should make a non-comprehensive list of things that definitely should not go down the drain:

• Tampons
• Condoms
• Baby Wipes
• Menstrual Pads
• Paper Towels
• Little Green Army Men
• Newspaper

Tampons are a really really big one. To the point that Dad always has a question to ask when a drain’s been snaked: “Did you find the mouse?” (Between the long squiggly “tail” (made of non-biodegradable nylon) and a week’s worth of sewage treatment, that’s what they look like.) If the answer’s no, you’re probably going back. Tampons do not flush. Do not flush tampons. Throw them in the trash.

But what about baby wipes? No. If they say they’re flushable: no. If it’s really covered in baby poop and you don’t want to see it again: no. Flush it and you will be calling us.

Now, both of these are at least of a material theoretically capable of degrading eventually (strings notwithstanding). Condoms? Forget about it. You will definitely be cleaning those out of your system sooner or later.

But that leaves a question: Why? What happens to your waste after we flush it? Let’s look into that.

First, it passes the trap in the toilet. This is a curvy piece just below the toilet, deliberately smaller than the pipe, designed to make sure anything that gets through can get through the pipes. When your toddler flushes a pencil, it gets stuck here.

This curvy piece also causes an air seal that prevents your toilet from stinking.

After that, it’s a three- or four-inch drain line, which is mostly smooth but (since nothing is perfect) has burrs inside that can snag things that shouldn’t have been flushed. (Like the tail on a tampon.)

Finally, it goes to the main, which is Not My Problem. But that doesn’t mean it’s nobody’s problem. Here’s an article on fatbergs I found: https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-46836867

Moving past that: Say the Bad Thing has happened. And maybe you don’t want to call us. (I mean, if you’re calling me as a handyman, let’s say it’s midnight on a Sunday… well. The bill won’t be small.)

What to do?

First, you have to figure out where the problem is. If it’s the sink trap, then it’s pretty easy. And it pretty often is! Except… we’ve already said we caused this problem by flushing. So let’s go to Part Two, when the problem is the toilet.

We’ll try a closet auger first. This is is a small metal snake, sort of like a really long spring. If the clog is still in the toilet unit itself, this’ll do it, and it’ll do it in a few minutes. Which is fantastic! Only… if the clog was in the toilet itself, you probably could have gotten it out with a plunger. So it’s pretty much never this easy.

So we go into the basement and look, with a thousand-yard stare, at the drain system. (Don’t have have a thousand yard stare yet? Don’t worry, it’s coming!) What you’re looking for is places where you can get in, places where the system can be opened. This is called the clean-out–a threaded cap placed in some parts of your wastewater pipes to allow them to be cleaned.

I want you to understand at this point that if the toilet hasn’t been flushing–and, regardless of when you noticed the problem, it’s probably been stopped up for a week–then everything you’ve been failing to flush… is in this pipe you’re about to open. Every. Single. Thing. I’d love to give you tips on how to avoid bathing in it once you get the pipe open (I can pretty much guarantee it’s over your head.) If you find out, let me know; “get a raincoat” is as good as I’ve come up with. If it isn’t midnight on a Sunday, maybe you can get a full-body suit to shield yourself. They’re called Tyvek Jump Suits and sold at Northern Safety, or possibly Lowe’s. They’re not your size, they’re the least stretchy things known to humankind, and they’re hot. Honestly, I’d just bank on taking a shower after. Multiple showers.

Also… the cleanout may or may not come off. That’s right, a poop shower is literally the good option. The bad option… is that the pipe breaks. Off. And falls on the floor. With a resounding crash. Because a lot of old-house sewer pipes? They’re cast iron. They weigh ten pounds a foot when they’re not full of effluvium.

(Don’t be standing under it.)

So let’s say you got lucky. The clean-out opened up, you accepted your excrement spa day with grace and aplomb.

You still have to unclog the pipe. But how?

The first thing is what we call “bagging it.” There’s a rubber garden hose attachment that, when attached to a garden hose and stuffed into the pipe, pressurizes the pipe and (hopefully!) forces the clog to break apart. It works! Sometimes! But a lot of times, the clog develops a hole rather than going downstream. The pipe won’t pressurize, and you’re up shit creek. Or, you know, not.

The next thing is Mr. Rooter, first name Roto. This is a minimum of a 150 pounds of angry, manure-encrusted machinery that wants to hurt you. Badly. And then get the cut infected with everything that’s grown in sewers within the rental area through the last year. This is a machine that, when you rent one, they give you a pair of heavy-duty gloves to go along with it. And won’t accept them back when you’re done. This is a clue: Wear them.

Then we get to using it. My grandfather used to have a saying when something was visibly being difficult. That saying was “Trying to stuff spaghetti up a wild cat’s ass.” This is trying to stuff wild spaghetti up a dead cat’s ass. The machine is stronger than you. The snake that goes in the pipe is a tightly-coiled spring. The tip binds against every protuberance inside the pipe. And coils up the spring. And makes it pop in random directions. And spring back out of the pipe. The outside of the spring occasionally gets snagged and creates a razor sharp burr. A burr you need to grab a hold of. While it’s spinning. (That’s a big part of why you need gloves.) It may have to go in there a hundred feet, one painful, manual inch at a time. It may have to go in there that far ten times, with different tips on it.

Oh, I guess I should explain tips.

There’s The Penetrator (which looks like the spade from a deck of cards), The Extractor (an open spring that will pull things back out), The Root-Cutter (a round sawblade. Those rusty cast-iron pipes will frequently admit tree-roots at the seams), and The Chopper (a pair of tines that poke forward for shredding toilet paper and such.) Congratulations, you’ve just gotten acquainted with the crappiest superhero team ever.)

And that’s it! In all my years of landlording, I’ve only ever had one clog that didn’t respond to some combination of these methods. (That one was in the sewer main, and officially Not My Problem.) But don’t give yourself a pat on the back yet: We still have one more thing to deal with.

Cleanup.

Well, no. I misspoke. You have to deal with cleanup. I’m going to go grab a beer and my decades of unresolved sewage-related trauma and go over there. Enjoy!