Hats off to Raúl here for quadruplicating himself to go viral with some good advice:
If you’re not subscribed to this lovely doctor’s channel, what’s stopping you? You get to learn so much about how the skin functions, sometimes as an early warning system for diseases you might have ignored. For instance, these previously undiscussed skin findings, which seem to crop up in some cases of coronavirus infection:
Keep those symptoms in mind. Even if you have none of the other signs of infection, and are feeling fine otherwise, it’s still worth bringing them to your doctor’s attention if they’ve only just cropped up recently. You may need to self-isolate to protect others around you, if you’re not doing so already.
This is a must-see:
It’s incredible to me that anyone would still be going out and hanging out and partying and having their hairdressers make housecalls when everyone’s nonna and nonno are dying of the COVID over there in Italy. Fortunately, the mayors — the unsung frontline heroes — are incredulous too. And they’re not shy about doing what needs to be done to enforce orders.
My personal fave is the one who said he’d send the carabinieri (anti-mafia police) with flamethrowers if any kids threw graduation parties. And the one who sends drones out to harangue anyone caught violating the stay-home orders is also my kinda guy:
You heard the man: Stay home. And don’t be a fucking idiota.
Such a long way to go…
This one’s going out to Christopher Cross himself, who is currently in treatment for COVID-19. This song saw me through a hospitalization myself, many years ago, so it’s an old favorite.
God speed you well soon, good sir.
A simple, straight-forward explainer, in video form:
Use your social distancing, folks. It’s all we have that can stop it from spreading further and faster than it already has.
First, the Ladies, with their country-flavored take on a Bruce Cockburn classic:
(Love the girls adding extra percussion there!)
Next, a timely reminder:
Now go and wash your haaaaaands.
I dunno. What do YOU say, Ash Sarkar?
For all the dark jokes I may make about COVID-19 and all the stupid people who go out of their way to court it, this much is serious: No, this disease isn’t just there to weed out the unfit. It’s a virus; it doesn’t have a purpose. Its only reason for existing is to replicate itself ad infinitum. It is most certainly a product of evolution, but it is just as certainly not an instrument of it.
If the coronavirus were really an instrument of evolution, don’t you think it would get rid of the real parasites first? Like the neofascists, “eco-“ and otherwise, who claim it in the name of social Darwinism? Or Donnie Drumpf, an admirer of Hitler and the failson of a Klansman, who thinks that capitalism, not our sick and troubled humanity, is what really needs to be put on a ventilator?
No, the coronavirus isn’t there to weed out the “unfit” among us. It’s not a bioweapon, even an ill-conceived one. It’s something that sprang from from a wild source, most likely a pangolin, and would never have made its way into human hosts if not for the fact that capitalism never met a man — or a beast — it couldn’t devour. Its modus operandi, apparently, is to mutate into multiple strains, which may explain why some sufferers show few or no symptoms, while others are sick as dogs for a while and then recover, and others still are dying fast. Just like capitalism, it seems to favor a lucky few, while decimating and debilitating others without rhyme or reason.
I don’t pretend to have an answer to it, or a cure for it, but how about we don’t abandon our humanity during this crisis, and instead redouble our mon decency until the pestilence subsides, as did the protagonists of Albert Camus’s The Plague? Because pestilences may e and go without warning, but what makes them disappear is not a blind scrabble for whatever one can get; rather, it’s the concerted effort of people banding together, in whatever way the plague requires, to overe it.
A little German song that my parents used to sing for us as kids. It’s more relevant than ever now:
The lyrics are as follows:
The moon has risen,
The golden stars are sparkling
Bright and clear in the sky.
The woods stand black and silent
And from the meadows rises
The white mist wondrously.
How silent is the world,
And in the twilight’s blanket,
So trusting and modest,
Like a silent room
Wherein you can sleep
And forget the day’s woes.
Do you see the moon standing there?
Only half to be seen,
And still round and beautiful.
So too are many things
That we may laugh at now,
Because our eyes can’t see them whole.
We proud children of humanity
Are vain, poor sinners
And don’t know much at all;
We spin such airy nothings,
And look for many somethings,
And only end up further from the goal.
God, let us see your goodness,
Not trust in any passing thing,
Not enjoy vanity!
Let us bee simple-hearted
And before you, here on Earth,
Be good and happy as children!
Would that you, amidst horrors,
Take us out of this world
Through a gentle death,
And when you have taken us,
Let us e to heaven,
You dear, faithful, good Lord!
So lie down now, you brethren,
In God’s name!
Cold is the evening wind.
God, spare us your punishments,
And let us sleep quietly,
And our sick neighbors, too.
Sam Seder breaks it down:
This is where we’re at, people. The world’s most militarized country is being run by criminals. And while people are sickening and dying, they’re lining their pockets and rubbing their hands for more.