People, please, help me out. The more I look around at what’s going on in this world these days, I get all confused, dazed and confused. Help me figure something out. Please.
My most recent particular confusion: that campaign rally that President Trump is planning this coming Saturday in Tulsa, Oklahoma. These rallies generally attract thousands of people, and since it has been so long since the last one, this one isn’t likely to disappoint.
So, now, likely thousands of people will be in an auditorium, all packed together, no social distancing, none at all. All these folks will be elbow to elbow, hip-to-hip, breathing on one another.
And it will be a great occasion for them. They’ll be loudly shouting out the president’s usual slogans, cheering his insults, booing the numerous enemies that he names, laughing at his great jokes, waving and applauding, having a high old time . . . and occasionally coughing and sneezing – all these exhalations mixing and mingling.
So there will be all that stuff in the air – what are they called? Droplets. Little bits of stuff floating around or smaller bits that we’re told get “aerosolized” so they can fly here and there across significant distances. All of these little bits will be circling about, a significant number launched toward the stage and podium, towards the speakers the president brings along to praise him for all the great things he’d done — or destroyed. And some of those little bits of aerosolized nastiness, large and small, will maybe even be blowing toward, and on, him.
But wait, here’s another puzzle. Wasn’t it the White House and the scientists advising the White House and the people of America, the world, that the best ways to prevent those little bits of stuff floating in the air is by not packing together in tight spaces and by wearing masks to avoid infection or infecting others and endangering the healthcare workers who must care for those infected? Wasn’t that the official White House guidance?
But in that venue, with social distancing already impossible, attendees ought to be wearing masks but are most unlikely to do so. Do they really want to risk being called out by the president of the United States, in front of all, as wussies, as lacking any guts, as failing to honor the really he-man example that the president presents to the world every day, by refusing to wear a mask. And unlikely to change that habit, when in front of his worshippers.
But wait another minute, something else I don’t get about this rally. It seems there will be no problem at all if there is no social distancing, or large numbers not wearing a mask — at least no problem for the president because with a ticket to this affair an attendee automatically waives the right, if getting sick or dying from the virus contracted at this event, to sue the president or anyone else involved.
It’s his party, not his problem, not his responsibility.
So folks, here’s what I really need help with, don’t understand. Exactly why will these rally-goers accept a possible suicide mission, even threaten the health of their president (who already may be on a bit of shaky ground health-wise)?
Please help me understand. Are the people who attend this rally a bunch of lemmings, eagerly running toward the cliff? Or are they simply infected by the virus of hero-worship that blinds them to double-talk and self-serving narcissism?