A Flight for Life chopper went overhead about an hour before I took my sister to the hospital for knee replacement surgery.
Pulling up to the entry, a large number of people were milling about, some hugging others, and others meeting and greeting. All were wearing masks. My assumption, which I believe valid, was a loved one was on that flight this morning.
Been there, done that one Sunday when it was my brother-in-law (who didn’t make it). At least we family could gather and be in physical touch with each other; that was comforting.
Because of this manufactured “crisis” and the mandated social control, those people this morning didn’t have even that possibility for help in facing their grief.
May the lowest levels of hell, or the highest if hotter, be waiting the cynical politicians and their fellow travelers who have inflicted this misery on millions solely to advance their agenda.
Side note. With the schools closed, Colorado has seen a drop of some 28,000 reports of child abuse and endangerment since the Chink flu scare started.
Normally I wouldn’t use “Chink Flu”. I rather like most Chinese people I’ve met. However, with Slo Joe issuing an Executive Order outlawing the term, I feel the need to verbally wave with just one finger.