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COVID ISN'T A GAME

 



The Russians invented it, we're playing it.

Do you remember Christopher Walken in Deer Hunter, the epic film about the absurdity of the Viet Nam War? That classic scene when Walken was forced to play Russian roulette for the entertainment of his captors had me flinching in my seat as he pulled the trigger.

When your life depends on chance, in Walken's case, 6 cylinders in a pistol chamber, one loaded, five empty. The chamber is spun around like a casino wheel, you aim the pistol at your temple and pull the trigger. 

You're playing the ultimate game of chance, if you win you live, if you lose you die. The odds are 6 to 1, not bad in Vegas, but are you willing to bet your life or your good health on it? Remember, in a game of chance, the odds favor the house.

Why am I going on like this? It's simple, I have family and friends who are rationalizing their protection against COVID, they're thinking that with such a small fraction of the community getting sick that I'm not likely to get infected any more than the common flu. This reasoning is fallacious, the common flu is not likely to kill you but COVID is like that bullet in a 6 round cylinder, and the odds are stacked against you.

Why play that game when the alternative is so simple; Masks-Distancing-Hygiene. The real danger is crowding, the numbers in support of avoiding crowds, aka super-spreader events, are staggering! 

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