Making the world a “safe space,” but at what cost?
5 thoughts on “Hygienic Fascism”
I’ll take “Liberty” for $2000 Alex. You can keep “Safety” for $100.
Law of Diminishing Returns… You don’t want to go to 100% Certainty because the only methods are … draconian.
Remember all the talk of “exponential” a few months ago? This is just another example of how innumerate most people are.
These “safety at any price” demanders don’t seem to realize that the costs of getting to zero are inversely proportional, and increase the smaller the remaining problem is. Cleanup of the first 90% is easiest. It’s that last 0.0001% that will bankrupt you.
Yes, but there are “those people” (and each of them at some point must have been one of them) who come to work or ride public transit while coughing their lungs out or sneezing their head off, sidle up to you in mandatory work-time-wasting exercises called “meetings”, and chirp, “I am just sooo sick! I guess this is going around?”
And people at the University, people at the University in STEM departments, are the most seriously intellectually disabled, because all of this was going on right up until the nanosecond where the Chancellor locked everyone out of the entire University on account of the virus crisis.
Yes, the lockdown is bureaucratic, the lockdown involves an Orwellian mangling of words (our state’s lockdown-relaxation slogan is “Badger Bounce Back”, which is anything about bouncing back owing to the glacially slow, grudging — restaurants are allowed to reopen if they station an Imperial Stormtrooper at the front door, allow only customers in at a time, and seat them four empty tables apart — removal of the restrictions).
But many of us have taken the guff, many of us have suffered the annoyance of colds, that chronic sharp pain in one’s pharynx from a sinus infection, the wish-you-would-die symptoms of a full-blown flu, from all of the cheerful perfect-attendance-record took-no-sick-days spreaders out there, that we are having our day.
When I was working in the corporate salt mines I had to attend my share of meetings, and in one of them the middle-manager praised a long-time employee for his perfect attendance record. She told how many times when he was sick, he came in anyway, and heroically sat at his desk with a fever and coughing like Doc Holliday. And she thought this was great! After the meeting several of us muttered, sarcastically and sotto voce, “Yeah, we really appreciate all the infections.” I’m no longer working there but I hope the Kung Flu has smartened them up a bit.
I’ll take “Liberty” for $2000 Alex. You can keep “Safety” for $100.
Law of Diminishing Returns… You don’t want to go to 100% Certainty because the only methods are … draconian.
Remember all the talk of “exponential” a few months ago? This is just another example of how innumerate most people are.
These “safety at any price” demanders don’t seem to realize that the costs of getting to zero are inversely proportional, and increase the smaller the remaining problem is. Cleanup of the first 90% is easiest. It’s that last 0.0001% that will bankrupt you.
Yes, but there are “those people” (and each of them at some point must have been one of them) who come to work or ride public transit while coughing their lungs out or sneezing their head off, sidle up to you in mandatory work-time-wasting exercises called “meetings”, and chirp, “I am just sooo sick! I guess this is going around?”
And people at the University, people at the University in STEM departments, are the most seriously intellectually disabled, because all of this was going on right up until the nanosecond where the Chancellor locked everyone out of the entire University on account of the virus crisis.
Yes, the lockdown is bureaucratic, the lockdown involves an Orwellian mangling of words (our state’s lockdown-relaxation slogan is “Badger Bounce Back”, which is anything about bouncing back owing to the glacially slow, grudging — restaurants are allowed to reopen if they station an Imperial Stormtrooper at the front door, allow only customers in at a time, and seat them four empty tables apart — removal of the restrictions).
But many of us have taken the guff, many of us have suffered the annoyance of colds, that chronic sharp pain in one’s pharynx from a sinus infection, the wish-you-would-die symptoms of a full-blown flu, from all of the cheerful perfect-attendance-record took-no-sick-days spreaders out there, that we are having our day.
When I was working in the corporate salt mines I had to attend my share of meetings, and in one of them the middle-manager praised a long-time employee for his perfect attendance record. She told how many times when he was sick, he came in anyway, and heroically sat at his desk with a fever and coughing like Doc Holliday. And she thought this was great! After the meeting several of us muttered, sarcastically and sotto voce, “Yeah, we really appreciate all the infections.” I’m no longer working there but I hope the Kung Flu has smartened them up a bit.