When the Kung Flu pandemic started early last year, the government told us Mexicans to close our businesses, wear masks and stay home, following the lead of the U.S. news media, or mis-leadia as one wag calls them. The closure orders were enforced haphazardly, Mexicans being what we are.
Now, over a year into it, according to a government website that covers the plague in exquisite detail, the pandemic is winding down, but here is what I still see on the street: Most people wear masks, although many are dangling below their chins. I do not wear a mask except where it’s necessary to enter a store. I think masks do next to nothing.
It’s become pure theater.
If you collect numbers on any disease, or any way people die, on a national or global scale, those numbers will be sky-high. It will look scary. Thousands dead! Head for the hills! But let’s look at the numbers just from my mountaintop pueblo of about 98,000 people.
Up to this week, the percentage of our town’s residents who have sickened in any way from the Kung Flu is 1.54%. That’s it, ladies and gentlemen. After over a year of going bonkers, closing businesses, hiding in our homes, and so on. Well, you might say, that is exactly why the numbers are so low. Maybe. I doubt it.
The death toll from the plague, which I think is inflated almost everywhere, in our town is 136, which is 0.14 percent of the population, a stunningly low number.
I sit on the downtown plaza and watch the masked zombies pass by. Most of those with toddlers, and even larger kiddies, have them masked up. For a toddler, a year is a fat chunk of his life, so he thinks this is normal, not knowing that Mom and Dad are nutcases because the number of children who’ve sickened from the Kung Flu is mostly zero.
And then there is the fact that people’s reaction to the pandemic is fairly well split along political lines. Since when did viruses join a party?