A black hat perspective. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
After a buoyant few days, I’ve stopped to think. It is necessary, albeit depressing, but it helps me get things weirdly acceptable in my head. I still haven’t heard anything definitive about how much of the new corona virus, Australia, is prepared to live with. Some apparently. However, no-one in authority is yet prepared to be upfront about the costs of this suppression strategy. It is one thing to be reassured that there will be a (net?) benefit, but without being specific about what is being traded off — who and what is to be sacrificed — how can the community have ownership of any virus-related actions and outcomes?
I wonder what a suppression (rather than elimination) strategy means for people at the top of their fields — scientists, researchers, etc — for whom it has taken a lifetime to build critical knowledge and expertise on which the community relies? Can we do without these people? Can we save them and continue to benefit from their expertise by locking them up in a virtual bubble, while the rest of us go about our “new normal” business? It is not as though the Australian public even understands what “new normal” means either. There’s no guide or staging process, such as exists in New Zealand, that has been made public. So yep, I have a lot of questions but few answers.
Personally, I like the old adage ‘prevention is better than cure’. For me, prevention means going for elimination. Prevention could mean a vaccine for Covid-19, but as a vaccine hasn’t been developed for any corona virus before, a viable vaccine seems to be only a fantasy at this stage. Best not plan for it. As far as treatment goes, access to a ventilator seems mostly palliative. If prevention is not feasible, please tell me why not. If those in authority can’t answer my questions, how can I plan? Where does that leave people like me, those over 50 years old, sick or immune-compromised? Sitting around waiting to die?
Here’s a song by The Be Good Tanyas. It’s a bit depressing. Yes, I have seen them perform live in Australia (at Woodford Folk Festival I think). Better than performing dead, I suppose.
Perhaps I should have thought this through first. That’s the trouble with thinking out loud.