What is really going on?
People are starving in Shanghai.
The screams heard in the disturbing video (posted here) are due to more than mere frustration.
China placed millions under a strict lockdown that was initially supposed to last for five days. As cases allegedly spread, China extended the lockdown indefinitely under their zero-COVID tolerance policy.
Those who prepared for a five-day lockdown are now rationing what food and water they have left.
The tap water is not necessarily safe for consumption, and people have begun to boil water if they have the means to do so.
According to my (Armstrong’s) sources, people living within communities rally together to buy bulk food orders when possible for a premium.
China is offering a closed-loop system for some workers, who must live at their job site for the remainder of the lockdown. Therefore, workers are in short supply, and demand is extremely high.
Hungry citizens typically log on to food delivery apps early in the morning and usually only have a few minutes to place their bulk orders.
The food they receive is carefully rationed as the next meal is not guaranteed.
The barter system always emerges in times of disaster.
People are trading with one another where possible, although they are forbidden from actually leaving their residences.
No one is permitted to visit relatives or check on the elderly or disabled.
Worse, people are unable to access medical care or prescription drugs.
The government continues to provide rationed food, but its rollout has been so ineffective that most simply do not have access to food.
China will allow its people to die from dehydration and starvation to protect them from a virus with a negligible death rate.
This is how revolutions begin.
Article credit: Martin Armstrong.
If I Were a Wordsmith…
… a savvy wordsmith, I would have written something like this.
“Deconstruction, the ultimate disrupter of a faulted premise…”
Ebola, A Nurse’s Perspective
Complacency vs. Cold Reality or Because I Could Not Have Said It Better Myself!
Why am I reblogging Ebola, A Nurse’s Perspective? Because, I could not have said it better myself.
The first time I heard the word Ebola and United States used in the same sentence, I was flabbergasted.Now we have Dallas County and Ebola used in the same sentence and there are not enough adjectives, emoticons or four letter words to convey what I think.
Dallas County is my neighbor… so is Ebola.
The thing that really worries me with this virus is not so much the creature itself but the hosts. People are complacent.Too many folks think you can drown it in hand sanitizer or throw a pill at it and poof, like magic it will go away.
If you think I am exaggerating, consider this, how many people in the US refuse to stay home when they have the flu? How many individuals with cold/allergy symptoms did you encounter today? Last week?
Think about buggies, handles, doorknobs, and the bottom of your shoes. Think ‘cold season’,think ‘ flu season’… just think.
There is a practical line between paranoia and complacency, it is called common sense – take that route. Also take a few minutes to read Ebola, A Nurse’s Perspective.
So a few months ago the country was enthralled with the idea of a few patients, infected with the Ebola virus, coming to the United States. Up until this point, we had been safe from Ebola due to the fact that bats can’t fly over the Atlantic. Some people were completely indifferent, while others had seen Outbreak one too many times. Most were a healthy mix, somewhere in between, but what bothered me the most was both the lack of education and the poor information that was spreading more virulently than the virus could ever hope to.
First, I want to stress that I am a nurse, not a virologist, and hopefully throughout my post you will see that I am not pretending to be one. I have a Bachelor’s in Nursing and am currently a graduate student. I have worked extensively with Infectious Disease Specialists. I have been exposed…
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Where Is the Affordable Part?
Where Is the Affordable Part of the Affordable Care Act?
I’m sure nearly everyone in the United States of America is sick of hearing about this fiasco called the Affordable Care Act (ACA), aka Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (PPACA), aka Obamacare.
I’m sick of it too! I’m incensed to the point I can hardly form a rational train of thought. Not for myself. My husband’s employer pays the bulk of our premiums so the ACA effect on us was mild; gripe worthy but not life changing. I’m more disturbed by the sentiments and the frustration of the people that I have spoken to. The commoners I come across at the clinic, the supermarket or local pharmacy.
It’s a terrible thing to feel so angry and helpless at the same time. Many of the people I spoke to have written protests to their state representatives; complained and pleaded to every individual that might be able to make a difference yet it has fallen on deaf ears. Many others say no amount of writing or complaining will make any difference and that’s why they haven’t. The machine moves forward. The beast is immune to logic.
My mind swims with the idiocy of it all. Who are these government officials deciding our future and what do they really hope to accomplish? I want to lash out at the buffoons that are responsible for it. I want to cuss someone, grab them by their non-blue collar and shake them until they see the big picture but then I realize they can’t. The bubble they reside in creates rainbow reflections and there is no reward for seeing past arm’s length.
I want to be active in turning this around but other than continuing to write my elected bureaucrats I’m at a loss. The most I can do at the moment is give vent and share a handful of remarks from average citizens. And this pamphlet supplied by CVS littered with agitated quotes.
“I’m a twenty-one year old student and married. As far as insurance right now I’m on Medicaid because I’m pregnant. My husband doesn’t have insurance. He brings home about $400 a week. Medicaid pays 100% of everything for me. They paid for my first baby and still cover all of his doctor visits. They even paid for my dental work while I was pregnant the first time. After this baby comes and my Medicaid runs out I’ll probably sign all four of us up for CHIP but when I finish school and go to work I’m afraid we won’t be any better off because of the cost of insurance. I feel like they want to keep us poor.” Carmon
“I am forty-nine years old and married. Our household income is about eighty thousand dollars a year. My husband works for a fairly small company that dropped employee coverage as of January 1st because they could no longer afford to offer it. We knew the change was coming along with Obamacare so I started shopping months ago for a plan. We both have health issues requiring prescription medications that total over $300 dollars a month. We’re both on a thyroid replacement which means routine lab tests and they’re not cheap. Forget the marketplace and healthcare dot gov – that’s nothing but a stupid joke. I finally found a plan (IF they accept us. The fine print say’s they do NOT have to) that lets us keep our doctor for just under $1000 dollars a month. Many other plans were three times that. The deductible is pretty steep but what choice do we have? We have to have insurance. They are pushing dental insurance on you too. A mandatory dental plan for someone with dentures and here’s the real kicker they don’t cover dentures. Go figure.” Kaye
“I’m sixty years old, disabled and divorced. I get a little over nine hundred dollars a month. I get help with my rent and a free phone. The VA takes care of all of my health care needs and I don’t get charged. Well I didn’t until last year. It’s still not a lot, a few dollars for my drugs. It’s nothing like what I hear other guys complaining about. Heck VA pays me to go to the doctor. I get a check for the cost of travel every time I go. I don’t worry about all that Obamacare crap. We’re slaves. They spy on us and keep us under thumb. America went to hell a long time ago. People are just now feeling the flames but they’re like a cold toad frog – they’ll just set and take it. I guess I’ll do the same because I’m so beat down I don’t give a damn anymore.” Dan
“I am thirty-two years old and engaged. I am self-employed and my annual income is sixty thousand dollars. I have kept an individual health plan since I was twenty-nine but I’ve only gone to the doctor a few times for annual exams. I’m healthy and just really wanted the policy in place because I am hoping to be pregnant before I turn thirty-three. I don’t have a clue about the prescription benefit because I haven’t used it. The premiums totaled $4800 last year with $25 copay and a $3000 deductible. This year the same coverage will cost me $7200. My copay went up to $35 and the deductible is $5000. I thought the act was supposed to make insurance more affordable? It’s going to be a lot more expensive to have a baby now and provide for him/her the way I had hoped. I can’t dwell on that- it’s too depressing. I’ll just keep treating it like money I never had.” Tessala
“I’m seventy-eight years young, widowed and I draw a social security check. I’ll just tell you it’s less than two grand a month. I’m doing fine because everything I have is paid for. I don’t have any money left over at the end of the month but that’s fine. I don’t need much and I’m in pretty good health for a man my age. They take $105 out of my check every month to pay for Medicare but the only complaint I have is a couple of my prescriptions doubled or tripled in cost. I just quit taking them. We all have to die from something, right? I’ll tell you who I feel sorry for; I pity the working folks – the middle-class families trying to get ahead in today’s economy. I really thought this Affordable Care Act would be a good thing. I feel like they outright lied about it and it makes me ashamed. It makes me grieve for hard working Americans. Poor people have CHIPS and Medicaid, you know and us old fogies have Medicare but the weight of the world always falls on the back of the working man.” Billy
“I’m twenty-five years old and single. I bring home around 28 to 30k a year (depending on over-time) and that’s not enough to make repairs on the house I’m buying and keep my truck running so I can get my ass to work every day but it’s too much to be eligible for any kind of assistance. I don’t have health insurance because I rarely go to the doctor and when I do I pay cash. The cheapest plan I’ve seen is $128 a month with an annual deductible of $6000. That means I would have to spend six thousand dollars out of pocket before the insurance would pay a dime. Why the hell would I want that? That’s the problem – I don’t want it! I can’t afford it! I pay my utility bills and I’ve got a cell phone – those are my luxuries. And I like to eat at least once a day. I guess I could give up one of the latter and sell aluminum cans so I can afford this goddamn compulsory insurance. That or I’ll end up in federal prison because at some point I will stop filing an income tax return to avoid the fine. I’m a young man and already I have so much contempt and animosity toward our governing establishment. It’s a blighted crop – I say plow it under and let’s start over.” James
Do You Embrace the Hyphens?
This has been a busy month. My book came out in print. I had modest success
at a writing competition at a writer’s conference. My son turned
sixteen. Got his official driver’s licence and went out on his own. He
was inducted into National Honor’s Society. My daughter, as a freshman,
qualified for the conference match in tennis. And while my family has
been celebrating our milestones, there have been two things dominating
the news, or at least the news that I follow:
- The government shutdown.
- Columbus Day not being a legitimate national holiday.
The shutdown was of course more important to me. Thankfully the
situation is, at least temporarily, resolved. I spent most of the
shutdown time wondering why our elected officials think their opinions
are worth more than ours and why it’s okay for them not to balance a
budget when we have to. Mostly I wondered whether we’re going to reelect
these same people to office again just because we recognize their names
on the ballots. There’s nothing I can do about it now, though, so I’ll
focus on the other issue.
The one dealing with my nationality.
So many people say we shouldn’t hyphenate. We should be Americans and
leave it at that. I know I just gave my opinion on the subject, but as
it’s still (for a few days) National Italian American Heritage Month, I
want to talk about it again.
I recently read a fantastic news article in The Washington Times about Columbus Day and nationalities. While I can’t reprint it here for copyright reasons, I encourage you to read it (Dust-up over Redskins name a good time to examine Columbus Day).
In it, I learned that Columbus Day wasn’t originally celebrated as a
whites-triumphing-over-natives holiday, but rather, it celebrated people
who weren’t considered white at all in a country that was, at the time,
predominantly white.
You see, Italians were considered non-white, or dark-skinned, and in
fact still are to some people. I have been called a dago, been treated
differently than my fair-haired husband (who is of Italian descent) and
children, and heard horror stories from when my family came to America.
Of course I hyphenate. I’m proud of how far we’ve come. And I look
forward to where we’re going.
There’s nothing wrong with hyphens and slashes. There’s a reason they
exist. It’s to make communication easier. My kids are athletes and they
are quite smart. They’re scholar-athletes. I write but I also take care
of my home. I’m a writer/homemaker. (If I’m ever a NYTBSA, I’ll hire a
housekeeper and happily drop that slash.) In my family, I’m a
wife/mother. And I love that slash. Wouldn’t trade it for anything in
the world. And yes, I’m Italian-American. I live in America. I live by
and honor this country’s values and freedoms (even when our elected
officials are making a mess of things). But it’s my Italian heritage
that makes me who I am. That hyphen makes me me.
So embrace the hyphens and slashes. They define us in ways nothing else can.
Misguided? Politics?
Authors, Politics & Personal Agendas
The subject line in my inbox read: Peggy Noonan has just attacked President Obama …
I thought Oh my I must click through and in 2.2 seconds (my ISP is slow) the title popped up. Peggy Noonan Slams Obama? Hmm, a question mark. So did she or did she not attack the president? Did she or did she not slam him? Did she attack him and throw him to the ground in WrestleMania type body slam? I am not normally a fan of wrestling but I would watch if say, Hillary Clinton and the Prez were in the arena… in tights. Oops, I digressed. As I was saying…
The lead line finally clarifies: Peggy Noonan has just attacked President Obama in the Wall Street Journal. Nice catch lines but the article was not (what I would consider) an attack. What I got was Lev whining complaining about this Noonan character and her performance as a keynote speaker at a conference in Michigan. He ends with “I wouldn’t have blogged about her if a Facebook friend hadn’t posted about her column, and if I hadn’t had my own painful experience of Noonan as someone who is the very things she claims to see in President Obama: arrogant and dull.”
Come on Raphael you don’t like Noonan and you took the opportunity to give her a good flogging.
I personally thought she was being kind when she said this of the POTUS “And there’s the unconscious superiority.” That statement lets one assume he is not trying to be an arrogant ass, he’s just misunderstood. I beg to differ, he is an arrogant ass. He’s sexy and he knows it 😉
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