“There is no such thing as moral phenomena,
but only a moral interpretation of phenomena”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil
(Dr. Seuss’s Sneeches)
There was a time when we would catch a cold, or more accurately the crud, as those sorts of symptoms
are lovingly referred to a catch all crud…you know the symptoms…
that of a sore scratchy throat,
a runny or stuffy nose, a post nasal drip
with a hacking or phlegmy sort of cough…
at times, it’s even accompanied by aches and / or light chills.
A typical winter visitor.
Nowadays however…those sorts of symptoms have folks looking at you a bit sideways.
Leary and skeptical as they step an extra 6 feet away.
“Did you just cough???” an alarmed voice practically shrieks.
Fever, do you have a fever???
Can you smell??—
Well if your nose is all clogged up and your sinuses are giving you fits, breathing,
let alone smelling, are both difficult at best.
Suddenly you feel the need to tie a bell around your neck.
You feel you’re living in Nathanial Hawthorne’s novel The Scarlet Letter…
although your letter is not a giant red A but rather the mark of the Covid beast.
Colds, sinus infections, even the flu are now all considered Covid unless otherwise noted
by a medical professional— and then people are still skeptical.
You saying you’ve gotten a cold or suffering from allergies is no longer good enough.
Folks want to tie you down and slam a giant swap up your nose.
I’ve had Covid and I’ve had a bad cold.
I know the difference.
And right now, it’s a bad cold.
But try letting the general population know the difference and
‘them become fighting words.’
No one believes you anymore.
Your word is no good.
I ran into the grocery store the other day and almost had to laugh out loud.
Naturally we were all wearing our masks like good stewards,
but one young lady had also added a pair of ski goggles.
I looked for a biohazard suit but she just had on a major mask with some
serious goggles.
I thought to myself…”you know, I would hate to live with that much fear…”
So before you mark me as some capitol rioter or uber conspiracy theorist…
just know that I realize that we’ve been hit with half a million deaths in this country.
And yes I’ve known those who have succumbed and died from the virus.
And I have even known some who took the vaccine and died two weeks later.
So yes, I do know it is real, but I also know hysteria when I see it.
So while we’re talking about hysteria, let’s take a look at, for instance, Dr. Seuss.
That almost mystical and rhythmical child’s author of yore.
Seems that our dear Theodore Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss, is rapidly becoming persona non gratis.
A pariah of sorts.
The once beloved children’s author, who was the epitome of tolerance,
had he still been living, would have turned 117 yesterday.
Yesterday, as in “Read across America Day”, as in my grandkids went to daycare
in their Dr. Seuss pj’s all for Dr. Seuss PJ reading day…as in we all love Dr. Seuss…
or so I thought—we loved him last week.
This week, obviously, not so much.
As in my beloved The Grinch Who Stole Christmas book that I still have these 61 years later…
is now looked at sideways.
(1957)
Sadly it seems that our current Woke folks out there have decided that Sneeches and Whoos and
red fish, blue fish are currently out of step with our suddenly perfect society.
Isn’t it just grand knowing we live in a perfect society?
However, I fear that in that perfect society, it might just be filled with
imperfect residents.
Woe be unto us all.
For these days will pass by like a puff of wind.
And all those who are perfect among us will be caught up in the wind…
Grab the hand of a Sneech because we’re all about to be blown away.
Blessed is the one who reads aloud the words of this prophecy,
and blessed are those who hear it and take to heart what is written in it,
because the time is near.
Revelation 1:3
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