We’ve Lost Our Minds!

I know, right?

I’m going to revisit our national mask fiasco, because nothing better encapsulates what has become of America the Beautiful.

At least I thought that until the riots erupted, but it’s still emblematic of what’s happened to us. The amazing thing is that masking has to be the simplest thing we can do. A little effort, a little money, a little creativity, and we’re making it better. Perfect is too far off to be any serious consideration, but a mask is a simple thing.

And it plays to many of our personal preferences. You can find everything from disposable to fine fabrics-though not all filter the same way. You can have one that covers just the nose and mouth to those that cover your face and neck. And they’re statements of what we care about most. Favorite team, character, game, philosophy, commentary, color , pattern; the list is endless.

A statement of personal pride, of identity, and you’re doing a simple but important part in limiting the spread of the virus, which allows us to move towards whatever the new normal will be. It allows the younger who have a significantly lesser chance of dying to mingle with the older and not feel that they’re going to do undo harm to them. It doesn’t end the virus, but it keeps us moving in the right direction.

Straightforward.

But that would be too easy. That would bind more of us together than drive more of us apart. Sadly, there are those who prize division more than getting back to “normal,” which leads to the following:

There are now stores you can’t go into if you have a mask on versus those who won’t let you in if you have a mask on. Aren’t our days crazy enough already? A simple way to limit spread is now a political statement. Oh, brother.

This makes no sense, but that’s not the point.

The irony is that the majority of Americans agree with this. But as is our national pathology, we’re stuck between extremes that shout louder. Common sense and common cause ought to be the order of the day brought to you from an organized and coordinated leadership.

Till then, I can dream.

©2020 David William Pearce

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