I got Pfizered up two week ago, so hopefully no dying of Covid in my near future. With the percentage of vaccinated growing — in the rich parts of the world, at least — we’re approaching a new phase in the pandemic. So, let’s have a look at what Covid might look like when on its tenth birthday: Covid 2030 — okay, technically, that would be Covid 2029, but screw it.
This post is not a commercial for Rainbocorns, or a review of them. No, I had a pretty rough week, last week, and that makes me contemplative about Covid.
For me, the Covid pandemic started on Thursday March 12 last year. One year ago, today. And, boy, what a ride it’s been.
Communism, that specter used in the US to demonize anything left of fascism. That’s nonsense, of course, but real communism is indeed not that pretty.
I have trouble keeping my mouth shut. At work, with friends, and on social media. A good debate sharpens the mind, and hopefully gives you a new perspective. However, with social media, I’m increasingly frustrated.