By Charles C. W.
Cooke
Tuesday, May 04,
2021
Here we sit, smack dab in the middle
of the winter of our discontent, our arms chock-full of liquid innovation — and
yet, for some utterly insoluble reason, we remain surrounded by resistance to
summer. Has there ever been a people this indifferent to their liberation?
I have never been of the view that our
responses to the pandemic were all unnecessary or illegitimate. Certainly, I
never bought that it was a “hoax.” Yes, yes, COVID wasn’t the Second
World War; but it also wasn’t just “the flu.” And so, to mitigate the risk to
myself and others, I’ve played along with a good deal: I’ve been happy to wear
a mask when asked to by businesses or the law; I have been happy to get
vaccinated, having waited in line for my turn; and, unusually for me, I have
happily supported at least some of the government’s spending,
on the grounds that a state that is willing to deprive people of their liberty
and livelihood should do at least something to mitigate the
damage. All in all, I have agreed to eschew my usual absolutism in favor of the
sort of balanced, scientific, and ultimately moderate approach
that was adopted from the start here in Florida. Now, though, the time for such
acquiescence has passed, and in its place we need something different: mockery,
vehemence, resistance, dudgeon, exasperation, and, if it comes to it, a
thorough raising of the middle finger. Enough!
In recent weeks, it has become
increasingly obvious to me that the life I am living here in Florida bears no
resemblance whatsoever to the lives that are being lived by my colleagues in
the Northeast, in the Beltway, on the West Coast, and abroad. My kids have been
in school since last August; theirs are stuck at home. We go out to eat
whenever we want; they can count their excursions since last year on one hand.
Their minds remain addled by the rules and customs of the Coronavirus Age; mine
has been re-rewired back to normal without my ever having noticed. Here, we do our own
risk assessments; there, they are micromanaged like children. And yet, among
the powers-that-be, it is their model that is being praised
and perpetuated — even though Florida’s approach has resulted in its sitting
below the middle of the pack for deaths while maintaining a strong economy,
full classrooms, and a more normal lifestyle than has existed anywhere else in
the world. This is utterly ridiculous.
Worse yet, it’s hysterical. Last week, the
CDC insisted that vaccinated Americans should still wear masks outdoors in
crowds and indoors at all times — instructions that Joe Biden, the president of
these United States, quickly described as “patriotic” — while on
MSNBC, Joy Reid summed up the delirium that has taken hold in much of the press
by declaring that, despite being fully vaccinated, she now wears two masks
when she goes jogging. In wealthy and highly educated areas such as
Brookline, Mass., and Montgomery County, Md., meanwhile, local officials were
busy protecting their outdoor-mask mandates despite the governors of those
states having abandoned the idea on the rationale that it was quite
unfathomably stupid. So bad has this tendency become that, in the nation’s
capital of Washington, D.C., residents can now be overheard clinging to their masks lest anyone suspect they might be a
Republican, and the mayor has summarily reversed her decision to lift the
city’s indoor mask mandate and made it illegal to dance at wedding receptions for good measure.
Oh, and the schools still aren’t
fully open.
The architects of this collective madness
remain immovable, and proud of it. Now, as ever, they meet every move toward
normality with accusations of “murder” that are invariably proven incorrect,
and yet are repeated in precisely the same tone and with precisely the same
confidence the next time around. Now, as ever, they greet evidence to the
contrary by either dismissing it out of hand, filtering it through a conspiracy
theory, or issuing a never-to-be-revisited injunction to “wait a couple of
weeks.” And, on the rare occasions that their position becomes untenable, they
quickly change the subject, moving the material question from whether there is
any evidence that one needs to wear three masks while skydiving to asking
impatiently what harm can come from doing so. Every deadline is delayed; every
argument is elastic; and nothing but COVID is written in on the ledger’s
negative side. They’re zealots, for whom it will always be March 12, 2020. They
must be stopped.
I do not believe that the initial panic
over the coronavirus was driven primarily by cynicism or by expedience. But I
do think that there is something both cynical and expedient about the glacial
pace at which this country is being permitted to return to normal. For a
certain sort of political progressive, our COVID-led status quo — with its
rampant safetyism, its reliance upon experts, and its outsized role for
government — is just not that big a deal, especially now that
it can be used as an all-encompassing pretext for the Biden administration’s
attempt to “remake” the United States. Add in that progressives seem to wildly
misjudge how dangerous the virus really is — the chance that somebody with COVID must be
hospitalized is between 1 and 5 percent, and yet 69 percent of Democrats
believe that the number is more than 20 percent, and 41 percent believe that it
is more than 50 percent — and you have a recipe for disaster.
In the press, in the blue states, and in the federal government, that recipe is
still being followed . . . well, well past the point of being overdone.
Your
move, America.
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