Like Cordwood

March 29, 2020 in News by RBN Staff


The old lady in the iconic Wendy’s commercial used to screech Where’s the Beef?

Well, where are the bodies?

Of not-elderly/otherwise-healthy people stacking up like cordwood. I drove by my local hospital yesterday in downtown Roanoke (it’s a big regional trauma center, Roanoke Memorial) and did not see refrigerator trucks of corpses or any sign that anything was out of the ordinary.

This Black Death – as it’s been advertised – is supposed to be so remorselessly lethal that, by now, surely there’d be clear evidence (bodies) stacking up such that we’d all realize that acquiescing to virtual imprisonment, losing our jobs – and destroying the economy – is a price that has to be paid.

Well, that’s what we’ve been told. In the manner of the urgent necessity of attacking Iraq, in order to prevent “weapons of mass destruction” from resulting in “mushroom clouds” coming to America. Or communists – via the “dominoes” and Vietnam.

 They came anyway, of course – but long before some 50,000 Americans and many times that number of Vietnamese were slaughtered for the sake of (here it comes again) “our freedoms.”

Which all of a sudden we no longer have anymore.

Not even the freedom to go for a walk in some parts of Hut! Hut! Hutted! America. We’re forbidden to work – or so stymied that working is effectively not possible. Yet we will be obliged to pay what are styled “our” taxes. A strange notion, that. Of a piece with “we” won the football game on TV the other night (when games were still allowed). But that’s another rant.

Oh, there are now hundreds of thousands of “cases” of Corona – the virus, not the beer. But there aren’t even tens of thousands of dead, which ought to be the only thing of interest to people, assuming they aren’t retarded people. The body count is the only way to determine whether Corona is generally lethal or just generally infectious.