What is the right question to be asking?

In these trying times of the COVID-19 pandemic, one might wonder what questions we should be asking.

There are plenty of people and websites telling us how to stay safe and healthy (i.e., minimize contact with others, wear a mask, maintain six or more feet from others, wash hands often, check your temperature frequently, eat your veggies, and say nice things to everyone you meet).

There are also people telling us what we should start doing as soon as possible (i.e., go out for dinner, get a haircut, meet your friends at a bar, meet those you want to impress at a place of worship, get a tatoo of Mara Lago, get a massage, and if you happen to have any finger nails left, get your nails done).

One might ask how many people in the USA will die of the virus this year? Will it exceed 100,000? Should we create a betting site for the unemployed as a new lottery game?

One could ask when a reliable vaccine will be widely available. Will it be this year?

Who is likely to win the next presidential election in these divided states of America? DJT? JRB? AMC? MLRO? I plan to vote for Elmer Fudd as I think that he also has an outside chance and I like his hair style.

When is Mara Lago going to be underwater as a result of climate change? “When will the American eagle really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right?” (LMH)  “Is there balm in Gilead?” (EAP)

Seriously speaking, though, should we be worried about the degradation of the rule of law? Of pervasive e and pernicious racism? Of another civil war, less civil than the last one? Of being overrun by people scaling the imaginary Southern border wall? Of a new CSA (not the Confederate States of America – the Canadian States of America or the Chinese States of America?) Of becoming a wholly owned subsidiary of Amazon? (If it involves the star of the recent Wonder Woman movie about an Amazonian princess, I will go for that option.)

More seriously speaking … I mean asking … what kind of country do we want our grandchildren to grow up and thrive in?

Is it the earth that the meek inherit or is it the dirt?

My new mantra for 2020 – bullies of the world unit and move to Mara Lago.