i.e. new Orleans, in my mind, was a perfect example of drinkers, smokers... "partiers"... and taking a couple random opinions of the average ages... those folks appear at a glance, to generally be well under 65. 51% of my population, is over the age of 45 & those i know, personally... probably 90%, over 55; as y'all probably guessed. they're all stoic aholes, who loathe going to a doctor and contend the healthcare, is shit. my take: great humans; severely understaffed. the shiny shit i seen n the area: sparkly.
so while we only have 2 blacks, brave enough to wander as they will... when it hits our town... ain't gonna be no 1-2%...; especially, with rural resources n response times... nor do i think 6%... I'd guess, more around 10%. not to panic folks so... 1%, is unacceptable to me.
people, still play the lottery, don't they? we all think it'll be different, for us.
disagree? i try not to gamble and unless you don't play, ever... let's be honest: why buy the ticket, then?
so one percent of 16k... 160. i wouldn't say i know 160 people so let's just assume, EVERYONE in my phonebook, will die.
don't like that? ok... let's assume 160 strangers, will die. how do y'all feel about that?
then, let's just assume it's all strangers and only every loved one, the reader knows... will die.
which of those statements, is acceptable, to y'all?
the r-naught doesn't care what precautions the avg civilian, takes. just doesn't. hence, the shut in, which actually doesn't scare me... because i just finished a ten year stent of it. to me, it's just Wednesday. any day i open/ed my door, was stepping into the lands of all things that kill so again, it's just Wednesday.
guess what... people with a modicum of training, if any, are passing out foods and supplies, to masses. they don't have the right masks, or gloves... because our good government, locked em up, just like the ventilators, I'd imagine. i still see medical professionals saying, "don't have, can't get", on mainstream, news... and as i order the shyt, myself... i know what it's like and open market, with no rent control... pfft... my shit's comin from china and estimate is 2mo... orders even being locked, n cancelled; singular...
got the buchner, from china... took one month, when mail worked. if ur mail... u can travel... just not people. luckily, this shit, don't live, 9 days on surfaces. 2mo, in my town... for nitrils... shit could arrive, melted. true story. but i digress... it's just the mask straps, that'll melt. nitrils... we'll sea. know- i didn't keep one pair, for myself... but i have the ones i used with grass... and some industrial, permanent ones, for the lab, til i can get the right shit.
I'm trying to justify n think through- what i been up to and none of the peeps, I've run for, r ill... YET.
what do i do for peeps? think drinking a bunch of isopropyl, won't kill? think I'm not careful? think i don't already live an ocd life?
sooo... if i had a mind to do something, being fucking crazy... i suspect i might do so, with a sane flaRE, in an insane world. the things i see and hear, drive me nuts, like : it's ma hood and they ain't even tryin. i would say, i might just be the lesser of two weevils so until these over 60, compromised people, start behaving sanely... I'm going to be my lunatic self and unless my government lies to me... the numbers tell a story, don't they: mohave county score: 40 cases, zero deaths.
my next question would be: what's the dry ice for? I'm speculating because i truly don't know, but i know how long it lasts... even in an anhydrous ammonia, situation and what's goin on with our liquid nitrogen supplies? anyone know? at least we got lots of dirt and earth moving equipment and the ability to fill holes, in our own backyards (true story). heaven
forbid i ride with a swift driver... I've told g, for years: it's just my shell; just roll me out on the side of the highway n save the money.
now, i honestly try not to panic anyone so i underplayed, my symptoms. as i said, in the beginning, i was frightened. that should suffice. i was frightened, for my lovely g. for me... I'm not too concerned, until i can't breathe and have to tell g
-sc
i can't wait for a waambulance. it must be you... in writing, because i can't spare the air, to say so... and definitely, can't drive.
and I'm not 45 & up; g is... and she had it what... 19th, to last Saturday-ish. ain't doin the math... dunno the date of sat... don't want to. it'll freak me. she gave it a 10... thought she was going to die- her lips, not mine. bitch never once, asked me for one single, "would you get me some"... not once and burned sheets, while it causes her pain to do so, without being sick; seemed like daily and probably was. she doesn't think i use enough detergent... so she won't lemme do it. she's crazy.
i am well aware, what leslie the lesbian screamed, was 100% true... and when screaming, droplets go more than 6', if ur upwind... easily...
why was i the only one in minimally productive gear, when this conversation was had?
her people don't go anywhere? the kid's guardian, is high 50s, works in a grocery store, sees a veteran, over 68... was the kid in any protective gear, who schools there, daily? he shower, change n minimally gear up, while he's there?
then y am i the only one, avoiding em all and only, one in garb, holding one of few isopropyl bottles, in our lil town?
so who's crazy?
40cases ain't shit.
read ur financials?
they want to open shit up. it's obviously somewhat helpful.
still worried about wallets, over our futures... and i mean generations... and the treasures, within our oldsters...
call me crazy.
i just happen to give a shit about 1%.
all life matters. cept all things that kill... kreeps me the fuck out. so do the bugs n snakes, but mostly, the
ALMIGHTY
dollar
people will do anything, for vice
so close your eyes.
it's just a story.
just a dream...
it's about pot.
and i gotta decarb about a pound, today. i gotta b ready.