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WAKE UP AMERICA

 Wake up to the crushing wave of new infections, hospitalizations, and deaths raging across America with abandon.

Be honest, we, none of us, are taking this 2nd and more deadly wave of COVID-19 as seriously as we did in March.

It was then that we scrambled for home delivery services, that we self-quarantined, that we stopped church, sports, concerts, movies, bars, restaurants, and in-store shopping. 

The pandemic slowed and almost stopped in places like NY, NJ, and CT.

We stopped seeing our Doctor, delayed elective surgery, testing, and hospital visits.

We discovered the ease and efficiency of online shopping and Zoom for family facetime.

In a word, we changed our lives to preserve our physical health at the expense of our financial health.

Now, what, we're entering the critical winter season when flu hits its peak, the forecast for new cases, hospitalizations, and deaths are staggering and we're barely emerging from an economic recession if not a depression.

The question remains, what comes first, our health, or our job?  The answer is we don't have to choose, we can have both.

This requires sacrifice, inconvenience, and discomfort. It requires putting aside our rights and doing what's right.

In the UK during the Nazi blitz in1940, Churchill's didn't request that the citizens turn off their lights at night, go to the subway stations during air raids, use food stamps and work overtime in munition factories, he demanded it and instituted serious penalties for those who didn't comply. 

Churchill was a leader and an orator, a man who understood the seriousness of the national predicament and didn't hesitate to do the right thing for the survival of the country without concern for individual rights. The Brits responded, they not only took Churchill's dictums to heart they became volunteer wardens, donned helmets, and helped enforcement. It was either that or roll up in a fetal position, suck your thumb and wait for the Nazi juggernaut to invade.

COVID-19 is our juggernaut, it is here, and it's spreading. 

What are we going to do about it?

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