Every Sunday afternoon for the last ten weeks, HoneyBunch and I have rebelled against the pandemic shut down by risking a drive in our car. Radicals that we are, we jump into our trusty steed, roll up our windows, and lock our doors. We arm ourselves with two bottles of water so we don’t have to leave the safety of our vehicle and two masks in case we do.
In March, the first month into the statewide “sheltering in place,” we would encounter few other anarchists out and about, but with the start of May, we’ve witnessed an increase in the numbers of fellow malcontents out there. The congested streets, the full parking lots, the packed shopping malls are all examples that a rebellion is a foot – and those who are a foot refuse to wear masks!
Yes, we can attest to this since we’ve spied it all from the safety of our car.
Seventy days into this edict and the citizens are ready to shed the chains of bondage.
Before we return to our previous lives, may I suggest something?
What have we learned in the last seventy days? We’ve learned this novel (aka different) virus is not like the other coronaviruses we’ve dealt with in the past.
Until there is a vaccine or a cure (I prefer the later), we still run the risk of getting infected. Unless it is eradicated, it will become endemic, so we will have to continue with the handwashing, the facemasking, and the socialdistancing.
We’ve done the reconnaissance. We’ve done the intel. Please don’t waste this information. Plan your attack but base it on what we have learned while we were undercover.