Amber

I can see the panic in your eyes, just over the edge of your homemade, cactus-printed mask. I can hear the squeak of your latex-gloved hands wringing. I can smell your fear and it reeks of Lysol and hand sanitizer. 

Meanwhile, every fiber of my being is over this pandemic. 

I’m tired of conflicting reports from afflicted sources. I’ve had enough of the fear-mongering and I’m equally annoyed with the general public’s gullibility. 

I’m sick of sneeze guards, sheltering in place, and constant panic. 

I’m annoyed at having the cops called because my husband needed something from the store at the same time I did. I hate that my nieces have had half a year of education and every Senior I know is devastated at the moments they’ve missed. 

I’m saddened that everybody’s jobs have been either lost or hanging on the cusp of redundancy. Even essential personnel, like myself, have had moments of concern for our company’s ability to survive, struggling to keep COVID-19 from being listed as the cause of death. 

I am fed up to the gills with the depth of ridiculousness radiating from that big white house down to the little house across the street. 

It’s a sad state of affairs when leaders in the medical field and makers of cleaning products feel it necessary to point out that no person should attempt to ingest or inject themselves with disinfectant because they all know full well we as a people are stupid enough to try it. It’s equally ridiculous that the “stable genius” made the comment in the first place...and he did make the comment.

“And then I see the disinfectant, where it knocks it out in a minute, one minute. And is there a way we can do something like that by injection inside or almost a cleaning, because you see it gets in the lungs and it does a tremendous number on the lungs. So it’d be interesting to check that.” That’s a direct quote, not taken out of context. It was not sarcastic and it was not a joke. He believed that was a legitimate question to ask the scarf lady and all she could do was sit there prim and proper with her little ankles together and shake her head ever so slightly. 

C’mon, man.

I’m sick of mainstream opinion piece journalists who bend every story to inspire the panic we witness daily. Stop telling me how deadly and terrifying this virus is, constantly. Stop making that deer in headlights face every time you have to talk about this insanity because your fear isn’t making me scared with you, it’s making me annoyed at you. 

Ok, I get it. People die, maybe even a lot of them but not as many as you think. It’s real. Yes, I admit it, it is a real virus. The reaction is what has been concocted. 

Does it bother no one else to know that if you died in a car wreck but your body tested positive for COVID-19 you would be listed as a pandemic related death? Can any of you honestly tell me that sits well with you? 

Does no one else feel the fibers of the Constitution ripping apart as we all willingly closed our businesses, our homes, our schools, put on masks, and hid from the light of day just because big and small government said it must be done? I’ll admit that I’m thankful for local law enforcement and their reluctance to actually enforce the unconstitutional limitations placed upon us in the name of “caution.” 

Maybe I’m the cuckoo bird, maybe I’ve got a touch of conspiracy theorist, but I’m not comfortable with how quickly those shutters came down and how willing we all were to go along with it. 

I’m grateful for the reopening. I’m not a lover of any politician but it only makes sense to get back to work for those that are able. 

If you’re uncomfortable with the notion then, by all means, stay home. I will pose a question to you though...are you going to stay there forever? Our new buddy Coronavirus isn’t going anywhere. 

We all shuffle around under the false pretense that once we get past this curve it’ll all be over. Incorrect.

This will never go away. There will forever be a COVID season, just like there’s always a flu season, an allergy season, an election season. 

What happens next year when this hits again? Are we going to run and hide? Your mortgage companies, landlords, auto financers, and utility companies will, no doubt, make sure that you can’t get away with that again. I guarantee there will be clauses in every payment contract you sign stating that you will continue to pay no matter the circumstances. 

Can our children afford another year of you homeschooling them? If I had any, they’d be fine but I can’t say that for every parent. Then again, mine would be half-crazy so it balances the scales a bit. 

Food shortages, plummeting oil stocks, and still no toilet paper. Meat processing plants are now forced to remain open but not before thousands of animals were “euthanized” because there were too many for ranchers to house them. 

Put a cow in the field and let it graze, man. Let those big dumb chickens roam around, eat some bugs, and aerate a lawn somewhere. It’s not like the pigs are going to spoil, why in the world would killing them be the only option. Why would it be any option? I can make no sense of that and a million other things that have, or are, happening right now. 

You can’t hide forever people. Go put on your hazmat suit and come out into the world with us, or don’t. 

Either way, I’m over it. 

Amber Lollar is the reporter for The Henderson News. Her e-mail address is <reporter@thehendersonnews.com>. © 2019, Henderson Newspapers Inc.

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