If I stop moving
Then surely I will die
If I stop producing
Then surely they will kill me
If I stop talking
Then surely I will fail
On March 11th I published a thought piece telling people to stop telling me to calm the fuck down about COVID-19, and largely I was ignored. I kept getting told to calm down, that it wasn't that bad. Now there are over 200,000 people dead and over 3 million cases globally. Nearly a third of those are in the United States cases and a quarter of those deaths are in the United States. Why? Because you chuckle-heads thought that this was some liberal hoax, spun up by the main stream media?
I'm a millennial, so I know what being laid off is like. I have been laid off from over 80% of the jobs I have ever had. I have been laid off due to economic crisis, failed company models, startups going bust, and embezzling executives. Being laid off because of a global pandemic is a new one, but not an unexpected one. The United States' response to COVID-19 has been abysmal at best, and because there is still no federal mandate on shelter in place orders, companies have scrambled to work out their new paradigm in this world where closeness can be the death of you.
Dear Every Single Person That Has Told Me To Relax, Calm Down, And That It Is Not That Bad,
First and foremost, I’d like to say the following:
I feel like this all needs some explanation. There were no smartphones in 1999, and yet that's when the original picture was taken. However, this photo, was taken with a smartphone, more on that later. Believe me when I tell you that there are four extraordinary things about this photo, probably more, but I have time for four. Maybe this will never mean anything to anyone except me, but I need to put it out there anyway. To me, this picture, this story, means everything.
It is a melancholy object to those who walk through the streets of America when they see the state of things. Enormous houses, fit to house 10-20 souls, occupied by a single couple, the garage packed full of vehicles that utilize too much of our finite resources to build and maintain, and yet are never used. They are there for status and ornamentation only. The walls of these houses erected by laborers who are frequently underpaid, their unions having been dashed by the very politicians the residents of these monstrosities have bought and paid for. Diamonds mined by children in countries that the inhabitants of these houses can not pronounce the names of, nor point to on a map, adorn the limbs of these people. They think only of the weight of the stones, never of the blood spilled to obtain them.