This, my friends, is an unapologetic rant. So, if you aren’t in the mood, please know I won’t take offense. Maybe I will since EVERYONE is so easily offended these days. I digress. Today’s rant is brought to you by the letters, WTAF. You see, my disgust with people seems to be increasing and I can’t do anything about it, so I figured I would use my platform to vent.
On Wednesday, our esteemed Governor mandated closing restaurants for inside dining along with restricting group exercise classes in addition to other things, for three weeks. Our COVID-19 numbers are crazy high and he is doing his best to help save the lives of fellow Kentuckians. The three week mark will help measure if there is a spike in our numbers after Thanksgiving. My guess is it will because people are assholes. It’s like being on the playground and getting punished because of a little shit in your class not following directions. Everyone suffers.
If one more person complains about their group exercise being cancelled or the horror of not getting to eat in a restaurant for three weeks, I might lose my shit. Do you think I like being restricted? Do you think that I don’t see our economy suffering? Do you think that I am not empathetic to the plight of the business owners and their employees? We have been in this fight since March. Pretty sure that we are all sick of the situation we are in, but like I have said before, you either part of the solution or the part of the problem.
I bet you are wondering why I have nose-dived into the deep end. The catalyst was learning that a 15-year-old girl with Down syndrome died from this hideous virus. Her name was Alexa Rose Veit and she was described as a “social butterfly”. She lived in a small county in Kentucky about three hours from Louisville. She was a cancer survivor. Not to discount all the other lives lost, but as you can imagine, this lose hits home. My heart breaks for her parents.
I understand that there are varying degrees of this virus. Some get very ill while others barely experience anything but a cold. It doesn’t matter. It is still a super spreader. It is our responsibility to wear a mask, stay at home when you can, and stop being a gigantic asshole about it. While your precious group exercise is on hiatus for three weeks, families are burying their loved ones. Think about that.