Dystopian Mirage

At one stroke past midnight, January 1, 2020 an estimated 100,000 people jammed New York’s Times Square to celebrate the first day of a new decade. Revelers were dancing, high-fiving, kissing strangers, and gleefully rubbing elbows with each other.  Life was good, and was going to get better, they knew, in the coming year.

Almost three months later, as we approach the end of March, 2020, Time’s Square is deserted, as are the streets of New York and the subway beneath, and “the city that never sleeps”…is asleep. Gloom and despair permeate Gotham, as if the Joker himself had seized control.

Who would have believed, just 90 days ago, that scenes like this would be commonplace in famous locations throughout the world? How about the Pope celebrating Mass at St. Peter’s Square in Rome with an audience of zero worshippers? It happened last Sunday.

The Covid-19 pandemic has very quickly transformed our world into a place that’s hard to imagine. A fancy word for this is dystopia: a society that is undesirable or frightening. It is the antonym of utopia, that wonderful world that we Americans thought we inhabited just a short time ago.

Mad Max, Snake Plisken and Deckard would be at home in this new reality. Optimism is in short supply, nervousness, distrust, and despair dominate emotions, and Doomsday Preppers are saying, “We warned you!” Today, the guys carrying the “End is Near” placards have a bounce in their step.

Yeah, I know that’s an exaggeration, but…three million Americans who had jobs on January 1st are now unemployed, with probably several million more anticipating pink slips in the coming week. Thousands of our citizens have died and the number of infected people is ramping up, day by day.

People can’t touch each other, so a pat on the back, or a sincere hug, to an acquaintance who got fired, is…not socially acceptable. (That really sucks, because my wife and I are “huggers”: so, we must stay 6′ from the nearest human being.)

Social distancing

Who could have predicted that, in the short span of twelve weeks, shopping clerks, medical care personnel, and fat guys driving 18-wheel trucks would replace emergency first-responders and brave soldiers as our national heroes?

Or, would you believe that one could find no paper goods on the shelves in Walmart and Costco? Believe it or not, toilet paper and hand sanitizer have become “collectibles”.

Asshole who hoarded 17,000 bottles of Purell

New words and phrases have recently become important, like “Social distancing”, “Covid-19”, “pandemic”, “abundance of caution”, “personal space”, “Purell”, “N-95 masks”, “PPE”, “ventilator”, “flattening the curve”, “coronavirus”, and “Chinese Flu”. New superstars have emerged, like Dr. Anthony Fauci, chief epidemiologist at the White House. Catch phrases have been born, like “thin the herd”, “the cure can’t be worse than the problem”, and “lifeline funding”.

Washing hands with soap for twenty seconds at a pop has become a national fad, and it is not uncommon to see people wearing face masks at the neighborhood grocery store.

In March, 2020, there are no sporting events on ESPN, no live concerts anywhere in the world, the 2020 Olympics have been canceled, and no conventions are being held in Las Vegas. As a matter of fact, there is nothing happening in Sin City…even the slot machines are silent. Churches are empty on Sunday, for God’s Sake!

Not many offerings today, Sir

Social niceties like politicians shaking hands or kissing babies, neighbors holding potluck socials, pancake breakfast fundraisers, children smooching Grandma, and friends hugging are verboten…totally bad form.

Holding hands with Uncle Joe, as he lies dying in the hospital, is not allowed; in fact, relatives can’t visit Joe. As a matter of fact, should he die, there will be no funerals, Irish wakes, or “Celebrations of Life” for poor guy. He won’t get a send-off to Heaven (or, Hell).

Crowds, of any size, anywhere, are discouraged, by order of the government. Sports stadiums lie vacant, and millionaire professional athletes must keep in shape in their home gyms and polish their own Lamborghinis. I feel for them.

Dodger Stadium on Opening Day, 2020…zero patrons

So, this Spring, high school senior will not enjoy Proms and Graduation ceremonies. There will be no Masters golf tournament, Kentucky Derby, or Indianapolis 500. Weddings will be attended “virtually”, as will birthday parties for the kiddies. Many of our national parks are closed, as are many beaches, city parks, skating rinks, and Little League ball parks. The Washington D.C. Cherry Festival will be unattended, as will the massive Coachella music festival. In fact, all Spring festivals are canceled. Retail shopping malls are shuttered, as are all bars and restaurants.

Going Out Of Business sale

All over the country, summer vacation reservations are being canceled. Charlie and I are scheduled for our annual two-month trip to the Oregon and California coasts, departure date June 27th. It looks right now that we’ll be, instead, doing a “stay-cation” right here in Mesquite, Nevada. That will suck, particularly in July and August, when high temps are around 120 degrees and you can fry eggs on the sidewalk.

I’ll have mine Over Easy, please!

The fun and gaiety of normal life has disappeared. For the time being, the word “weekend” has no meaning. Every day is just another, where family members watch TV, eat, and get annoyed with each other. Fresh air, traffic jams, and those loud, abnoxious neighbors are…missed.

Oh, for the good old days

The college basketball Final Four is canceled, as is the NBA season (and, perhaps, the Playoffs). Round ball junkies are considering slitting their wrists.

Blue collar “Lunch-pail Joes” are grounded, for the most part, having to endure long days cooped up at home with their screaming kids who have nothing to do. Their stay-at-home wives are saying, “Now you know what I’m talkin’ about!” Increases in suicides, domestic violence, and divorce are likely.

“So, you think staying home is easy, do ya’!”

Children are at the breaking point: “When can we go back to school?” they’re pleading. “I’ll even do my homework!”

Except stay home!!!!

It’s weird, today, on March 28th: everything is topsy-turvy.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but “It sucks to live in 2020!”

However, there are some positive things about our temporary, dystopian lifestyle. How about the United States Senate voting unanimously to pass a piece of legislation? Those dysfunctional idiots can’t agree that water is wet. How about the public outpouring of “Thank Yous” for our medical care professionals? How about a greater appreciation of family, particularly when our patriarchs are at grave risk? How about society working together to solve a problem…by staying apart? And, how about the untold spontaneous acts of kindness to help hurting people get through the crisis?

Everyone seems to know that they are soldiers in the fight against the invisible foe, and, with few exceptions, they’re “all in”. Hospital staff, at great danger to themselves (and, thus, their families), show up to work long hours with insufficient supplies and personal protection gear. Politicians have their noses to the grindstone, trying to ignore their re-election “campaigns”, and acting mature, for a change. Everyday folks are doing their parts, keeping in quarantine, staying away from loved ones and neighborhood BFFs. Bad and weird people, like criminals and militia members, are holed-up, planning their next moves, probably. (But, at least, they’re not out doing harm.)

There are two ways of looking at the world, in my opinion.

Some people view our planet as a battlefield where humans compete to accumulate things, power, and prestige. As Liza Minelli sang in Cabaret, “Money makes the world go round”. It’s sad to say, but it seems to be 100 percent true, that our current President thinks this way. People like this have an insatiable quest for “more”, and view each day as another battle in the “survival of the fittest”. They want their piece of pie and yours, too. They’re better than you, so they deserve it. “The guy with the most toys wins”, “It’s every man for himself”, etc. They’re the first guys in the lifeboat…women and children be damned. And, they’re not team players.

“Look at my stuff!”

And, then, their are the other people, the majority of mankind, I believe, who are motivated by love.

“All You Need Is Love” sang the Beatles. That would be love of your fellow men, the trait of humanity that brings people together, rather than divides them.

When people do something voluntarily, out of charity and concern for others’ well-being, they are exhibiting an act of love. When health care professionals work double-shifts, at risk to themselves, to keep strangers from dying, that’s love. People are suffering right now, economically and emotionally, but, as a society, they are banding together to confront an invader. That’s because they love their communities and their neighbors and they love their country. “One for all, all for one!”

We love each other, not the economy

It’s pretty amazing to see, actually. I imagine beleaguered Londoners felt this way during the Blitz in 1940/41. “Is that all you’ve got, Mr. Hitler?”

And, so, that odd place that we inhabit right now, in March, 2020, is only a temporary mirage, a creepy battlefield where patience and perseverance and togetherness battle a pesky germ.

United, but socially distant, humanity is working to, and eventually will, beat back this scourge. As the saying goes, “Love conquers all.”

Reset The Economy

A once-in-a-lifetime sea change is upon us, in terms of a health crisis simultaneous with an economic collapse. Who could have predicted this?

Actually, there probably are some academics and disaster planners who’ve done so, but no one wants to pore through those three-hole-binders full of numbers and graphs. I think writers Michael Crichton and Scott Burns were some of the exceptions, and they made a whole bunch of money scaring the bejeezus out of moviegoers.

Now that we’re in the middle of such a dual-whammy catastrophe, all manner of ideas have been floated as to how we extricate ourselves. The immediate reaction is, of course, to save our lives, and everyone has pitched in, even our President…belatedly and with misgivings.

As morally reprehensible as it is, the proposal that America should focus on repairing the economy at the cost of, perhaps, millions of people still lingers in the minds of some. As I mentioned in “Productivity”, some argue that we should just let the virus epidemic run its course: enough of us will survive to carry on, and the economy can recover much swifter.

President Trump can’t advocate for this outright, because he’d appear to be a ghoulish Scrooge in an election year. However, he’s dropped plenty of hints that he wants the economy re-started much sooner than his medical experts are telling him it would be prudent. It is apparent from his Tweets and public speeches that jobs and money motivate him a lot more than his concern for health and family.

“You’re welcome, General Bone-Spurs!”

The $2 trillion “lifeline” bill that Congress just approved is just that: a life preserver thrown overboard to help our drowning economy. This is the second bailout bill, as I recall, and there will undoubtedly be several more until things have calmed down… or the U.S. Mint printing presses run out of ink.

A huge problem that we face, moving forward, is how easy it is for politicians to simply throw a bunch of money at a problem, as if that will solve short- and long-term problems.

It used to be that Democrats were accused of employing this gimmick too often (hence the term, “Tax and Spend Liberals”). Lately, those same “Tea Party” Republicans have been joyously taking potshots at Presidential candidate Bernie Sanders and Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio Cortez for their “socialist” money-spreading ideas. Robbing from the rich, giving to the poor…that’s preposterous, they say.

Those badass Commies!

Of course, the first thing the G.O.P. did when Trump took office was to enact a “tax cut”…which was financed by debt (i.e. newly-printed greenbacks), not by a reduction in the Federal budget. Some wags referred to this budgetary flim-flam as “Borrow and Spend Conservatism”.

And, then they gave most of the tax cut to the wealthy. So, robbing from the Nation to give to the rich…is the new G.O.P. model.

Which is worse?

I mention this because in the past two months our government has approved approximately $3 trillion in “lifeline” funding for the economy, and experts (and non-experts in the Administration) indicate that there will be additional funding bills forthcoming. Let’s just say that, by the time the pandemic is over, the U.S. government funds $5 trillion to help the economy. It could, and probably will, happen.

As Senator Everett Dirksen said, “A million here, a billion there and pretty soon you’re talking about real money.” It’s so easy when you can print the stuff yourself.

“Hey, Ev, look at that chick with the big boobs!”

By the way, where does that money come from? Of course, the U.S. Mint will print it, but how does it happen?

Well, America will borrow from rich people and countries, who will invest in Treasury notes. So, the U.S. will owe a lot of money. The total amount of debt obligation is called the “National Debt”, and our government will be obligated to fund annual payment on this debt in the Federal budget.This, of course means that there will be less budget pie to split among the many needy functions of our government.

There’s really “no free lunch”; we, our kids, and their kids will have to pay for these Federal giveaways (or, investments, if you prefer) down the road…in lessened government services.

That’s a significant downside to the new Trumpian model of “borrow and spend”.

The other downside is that it’s damned easy to govern in this way. If someone has a problem, give them money. If an industry has a problem, give them money. If you’ve got an election coming up, give voters money.

It’s particularly easy for politicians to do this when the money seems to be “free”. Just like households get over-their-heads with consumer debt…spending with the plastic can be habit-forming.

I worry that “borrow and spend” could become a bad habit. Let’s hope it doesn’t…for the sake of my grandkids.

By the way, no one is mentioning another way to deal with the crash of the economy: do nothing.

I can hear my sister Kellie now: “OMG, what are you saying, you heartless asshole. My 401K will go to Hell!”

Not that I am arguing for it, but just like the guy who proposes that we “let the virus run its course” because maybe we lose 2.5 percent of our population…no biggie!…, what if we were to “let the economy run its course”…i.e. no bailouts, no lifelines… and let the chips fall where they may?

In other words, like true Conservatives like to preach, let the free enterprise system do its job. Survival of the fittest, you know.

Certainly, we could lose 2.5 percent of our businesses, or GDP, and live to see another day. And, we wouldn’t have to spend $5 trillion in borrowed funds. Yes, there might be fewer See’s candy stores, Ferrari dealerships, and expensive restaurants at our disposal, but we’d adjust, and life would go on. We could eat Tomato soup for awhile.

What I’m saying is, what if we were to “thin the herd” economically…just like what happened in The Great Depression (1929) and in The Great Recession (2009). Why is this economic disruption any different?

Here’s an example close to home: My son Jonathan had a cabinetry business in the Temecula Valley of Southern California in 2009…along with about 39 other such businesses. Business was good. All of the sudden, Shazzam!…all but seven of those cabinetry businesses went tits up, because Wall Street got greedy, the economy tanked, and the home remodeling industry collapsed.

There was no bailoutin 2009 for those cabinetry businesses; the economy adjusted. And, life went on. Jonathan transitioned into bookkeeping, and never looked back. Financially, he’s better off now than he was in 2008 before the shit hit the fan. The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Jonathan and wife Misty

(As unbelievable as it sounds, the only businesses who got some of that “free” bailout money in 2009 were the greedy and reckless banking folks who got the economy in trouble. That’s right: they were rewarded for their efforts. New yachts, $100 cigars, and $500 bottles of champagne at their favorite strip clubs. Go figure.)

My point is that a lot of borrowed money is going to be spent propping up businesses, employees, and non-working citizens, as well. Some of those businesses were not sound before the crash, but we’re going to help them anyway. And, some of the employees and non-working citizens were living beyond their means, and we’re going to help them anyway. And, a lot of people with bad habits, like drug dealers and addicts, scam artists, and worse are going to get their hands on a portion of the Federal greenbacks that will be flooding America. And, strip clubs will be bailed out, too. Let the good times roll…with borrowed money!

Wouldn’t it be novel, though, to take this crisis and create something new and good out of it that spends this “free” money wisely and benefits our progeny who are going to pay for it?

I’m just thinking here, but the “G.I. Bill” might be a good example.

This was one of the tools that emerged after World War II to super-charge the American economy. We had a few million men returning from war who wanted to help America be all that it could be. Our government made funding available to educate those soldiers so that they could contribute more to society and the economy.

The program was a fantastic success, so much so that it continues to this day: if one serves in the military, that person becomes eligible for educational funding. It would be hard to think of another Federal government program that has earned such dividends to our country.

I finished college on the G.I. Bill. So did my nephew, Adam, who got a law degree and was hired by the F.B.I. Rocket scientists who got their education via the G.I. Bill helped put Neil Armstrong on the friggin’ Moon!

What if we used some of our suddenly-available, borrowed treasure to educate job seekers (and there will be millions of them in the next few years) in fields that our economy really needs, like engineers, health care professionals, computer technologists, etc.? Instead of spending money to re-create an economy that, to some extent, is aging and becoming irrelevant, we fill the holes to become more competitive in the global economy.

Being competitive is crucial in today’s economy. If we want to Make America Great Again, then we need to stop whining about the Chinese stealing “our jobs” and out-compete the sonsofbitches. Education is key.

Unemployed cabinet makers could transition into robotic tech engineers who might develop factory assembly lines for producing N-95 masks, for example. Or, cheaper ways to make toilet paper…since we seem to need so much of it. Or, a la the Herbert Hoover promise, “A Chicken For Every Pot”, perhaps Trump could promise “A Bidet For Every House”. (Then, there would be less excuse to hoard T.P.!)

Manual labor is so old-fashioned

It’s something like this, a bold idea, that our President could come up with to change his image, win re-election, and cement his legacy as a significant and thoughtful leader who’s thinking long-term in our interests.

He could call the funding Make America Smart Again (M.A.S.A.) Grants, or the Trump Bill (he’d like that!), and say that he thought of it. It would be okay with me.

The Education President: who would’ve thought!

Heck, I might vote for him.

“Productivity”

Last week a Southern California lawyer named Scott McMillan started a Twitter firestorm when he urged saving the economy over protecting those who are “not productive” from the coronavirus.

As he said, “The fundamental problem is whether we are going to tank the entire economy to save 2.5 percent of the population which is (1) generally expensive to maintain, and (2) not productive.”

Gee, he sounds like my 70-year-old sister, Kellie, whose priorities in life begin with the stock market and her 401K. She’d rather be dead than have that fat investment account depleted a bit.

I’m guessing that there are quite a few folks out there who feel the same way, who are willing to sacrifice you, me, their parents, old Gramps and Nana…as long as their lifestyle isn’t interrupted. They’ve gotten used to ribeye steaks, and, Dammit!, they’re not going back to eating ground round. If a few million Americans need to die to make that happen, so be it.

For a moment, let’s contemplate The Great Depression, shall we?

When the American stock market collapsed, the cowards (i.e. the reckless speculators who caused the crash) jumped off tall buildings, and it was left to the common people to soldier on. Jobs were scarce, families had no savings, no income, and hardly anything to eat. My parents told me that it was pretty grim; that everyone had to tighten their belts.

What did they do when faced with adversity?

The American people hunkered down, “manned-up”, and survived…and they didn’t sacrifice whole portions of the population to give themselves more of the limited pie. They became stronger because of the national ordeal, and the economy eventually recovered. And, by the way, they won a World War and put a man on the Moon.

They call those ancestors of ours “The Greatest Generation”, and, we are the living testimonial to their intestinal fortitude.

Sure, America could use this opportunity to winnow out the old…and, while we’re at it, how about the poor, minorities, non-Christians, government bureaucrats, pointy-headed intellectuals, Democrats and lawyers?

We could do these things and, yes, there would be more N-95 masks, sterile gowns, ventilators, latex gloves, ICU beds, toilet paper and Purell to go around. More of our “productive” people could be saved, I guess.

But, then, how does one really judge who is more “productive” than someone else? Is a 20-year-old unemployed crack addict more deserving of a ventilator than a 70-year-old person who helps family members financially and emotionally?

(BTW, most people that I know would agree that lawyers like McMillan don’t add much to the “productivity” of the Nation. This point is driven home when you realize that a good portion of the members of Congress are lawyers. When was the last time Congress produced anything but spitball fights?

So, “I hereby make a motion that Lawyers be the first class of citizens who will be denied medical care during the Covid-19 crisis”. All in favor, say Aye. Motion approved by unanimous consent.”

Gee, that was easy. Now we have more ventilators to go around!)

I believe most people would agree that some jobs are more essential for for the economy than others. Certainly, jobs that produce food and hard goods, and professions that serve and protect (police, fire, military) are key to the well-being of the economy. We might call those “guns and butter”.

What about people who work in leisure industries? Certainly, Americans don’t need to go to the movies, golf, stay in fancy hotels, eat at restaurants, go to Disney World, etc. The employees who are employed in leisure industries work as hard as anyone, but is their “productivity” essential to America?

Consider, for example, if movie theaters vanished tomorrow, life in this Nation would go on. Do we really need that productivity? Do we need See’s candy or Cohiba cigars? Do we really need salesmen trying to get us to buy things we don’t really need for more than they’re worth?

My point is that a good portion of our economy involves activities that are simply “icing on the cake” of prosperity: nice, but not necessary. We could live without some of these things, like they did during The Great Depression. Back then, they were happy to share one potato for dinner. My Mom said she served my Dad tomato soup a lot: ketchup and water.

If “productivity” is simply defined as employment, essential or non-essential, then Senior Citizens who are retired are non-productive. And, as lawyer McMillan says, they are more expensive to maintain, from a health standpoint. So, good riddance to them!

However, I would point out that this targeted group has a few positive qualities: (1) People over 65 own a disproportionate share of the net worth of the country; (2) The wisdom of citizens over the age of 65 is highly valued; and, (3) They are the elders of the family unit, passing down tradition and values through the generations.

Tell me: what is more essential to you: See’s candy or your Grandpa Joe?

The remaining candidates for President of the United States in 2020 (as of today: Trump, Biden, and Sanders) are all over 70 years of age. Should they be denied a ventilator? How about all of those other silver-haired Cabinet members who help run our government? How about Warren Buffet, age 89, widely considered to be the smartest investor in the world? Should he be put down in favor of that knucklehead who partied at Spring Break in Florida with thousands of others last week, daring Covid-19 to infect him?

Yes, older Americans are more expensive to maintain, health-wise, but they’ve paid their dues: they built the country, and their descendants owe them the respect that they’ve earned. Someone in lawyer McMillan’s life helped him grow into adulthood, attend law school, and become a productive member of society. So, there’s a debt owed to one’s forbearers, I would think.

The “productivity” issue reminds me of a good friend named Fred “Curly” Morrison. He was an NFL player back in the day when the professional football game was just getting off the ground…back when they had leather helmets. Anyway, he and his generation of players essentially founded the National Football League… through blood, sweat and tears. For all the punishment they absorbed, they were paid “peanuts”, and most were forced to work other jobs in the offseason just to support their families.

Fast forward a generation, and the NFL had turned into the money-making juggernaut it is today, with billionaire owners and players earning millions of dollar per year. While this gold rush was going on, the old NFL alumni were beginning to suffer all manner of maladies from concussions and joint injuries which left them hobbled and fuzzy-headed…because of their gladiatorial duties establishing the NFL, and the fact that the early league had no long-term care insurance.

Do you think that the NFL, which was now flush with cash, would glady assist their Senior Citizen founding fathers? Well, not exactly…guys like Curly, who, for forty years, led the fight for meager medical benefits, were, in essence, told “What have you done for me lately?” Just recently, the NFL, which makes billions of dollars per year, and was being publicly shamed by their founding fathers like Curly, threw some crumbs to the old timers.

Evidently, the NFL doesn’t have much use for “unproductive” legendary players, particularly ones with medical issues. Scott McMillan would be proud.

Personally, I believe America has the grit to survive this crisis without sacrificing the elderly, the handicapped, and, even, the lawyers.

Our first priority should be to save ourselves, because the people, of all ages, are the country. And, then, resurrect the economy…which is a product of the people.

The last thing we want to do, in this crisis, is lose our humanity.

On a positive note, sometimes, in crisis, great leaders are born, like Lincoln and Roosevelt.

Hope springs eternal.

Free Enterprise

I love my sister, Kellie, but, gosh, she is pretty confused about politics and economics. She’s a Trump fan, so probably gets most of her “facts” from Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, and the President’s tweets.

I’m sure the Prez is happy that she is so confused.

Kellie recently lectured me about the wonderful things President Trump has done to reinvigorate the American economy. She’s particularly proud of the fact that he’s “standing up to those Chinese” who have, supposedly, ruined our economy by “stealing jobs”, etc.

Although she is a staunch Conservative, Christian, Republican M.A.G.A. soldier, she doesn’t seem to understand the concept of free-enterprise, something that “conservatives” have always held dear. (Or, worse, Heaven forbid, she doesn’t really believe in it? Or, maybe, Conservatives don’t anymore?)

Free enterprise is an economic system in which private industry operates in competition and largely free of governmental control.

Trumpism intends to, and has striven to, eliminate governmental control, thereby allowing businesses to operate unfettered. Regulatory agencies of the Federal government have been gutted under the Trump Administration, environmental protections have been reduced, and new Trump-appointed Conservative jurists have re-interpreted laws to allow business more leeway. Business is booming…or so it seemed before the recent economic crash.

There were, of course, reasons for all the regulations and red-tape throttling down the gluttonous appetites of American businessmen: those laws weren’t put in place, at once, by any Administration, or any political Party, by accident. Wisdom put those constraints in place.

For some reason, let’s call it greed, some businessmen find it necessary and justified to cut corners on employee safety, environmental protection, and fairness in order to shave costs. In addition, they find ways to stifle competition, bribe officials, and screw vendors out of payment. Sometimes, they take advantage of situations to gouge consumers, like the guy who recently bought up 17,000 units of Purell and began selling them online at preposterous prices.

All these things in the name of increasing the bottom line…which is the ultimate measure of free-enterprise: profit.

As Gordon Gecko said in the motion picture, Wall Street, “Greed is good”. In other words, profit is good, but more profit is better, and the guy with the most expensive toys is the winner. Greed knows no shame.

Donald Trump is a believer in this, and a well-known practitioner of business dirty tricks, and that is why he does the things he does to reduce the regulatory drag on the economy. He’s a businessman, by the way, in his spare time.

My sister, good Christian that she is, apparently doesn’t mind folks bending the rules…or eliminating them altogether… in the name of profit: all she cares about is a Dow Jones Average that keeps climbing so that her retirement account stays plump. I hope she’s happy counting all of her money.

Be that as it may, the other part of the free-enterprise concept has to do with competition.

Much like the Theory of Evolution idea of “the survival of the fittest”, competition winnows out the weak businesses from the strong. Businesses with a revolutionary new product (“a better mousetrap”) will eliminate those with outdated technology, and businesses with lower costs will out-compete businesses with similar products whose costs are higher.

It’s not rocket science.

Donald Trump understands this, and that’s why his signature Trump ties (which he sells) and his daughter Ivanka’s apparel products are made outside the United States…because labor costs are lower there. And, that’s why most of the consumer goods purchased in America are made overseas.

From a business perspective, Donald Trump is, absolutely, down with lowering cost. But, publicly, he is against such competition with every fiber of his political being: he says that he’d rather have those products made here, because it would mean more jobs for Americans.

I think we’d all agree to that.

And, so, as President, he’s been engaged in a futile “war” against the Chinese, in particular (but, in fairness, he’s also targeted Mexico, Canada, Europe…basically any country that supplies things that our citizens buy) to somehow reverse the way that free-enterprise works.

In other words, change competition itself.

He’s spent a lot of energy, publicly, attempting to re-write trade agreements with other nations. He thinks America is getting screwed…because other nations don’t buy as much stuff as we do. Of course, we are the richest nation in the world, and buy more things than other countries do, and we are primarily a service-based economy now, so we don’t sell that many hard goods. So, by any yardstick, we are going to have a hard goods trade deficit (i.e. buy more things from Country A than Country A buys from us) with virtually any country in the world.

We don’t make a lot of those consumer products here anymore because, primarily, our labor costs are much higher than in other countries. Basically, we’re not competitive.

Trump’s answer to this dilemma has been to enact tariffs on foreign goods. A tariff is a tax on imports; it makes the imported item more expensive to consumers. Trump says, “We’re putting it to those bastards! Look at all the tariff money we’re hauling in!”

The problem is that the tariff tax is being paid by American consumers. By the way, they didn’t approve such taxes, which normally is a political “no-no” if you’re a true Conservative.

(Do Trumpers remember “No taxation without representation”? That was the big hue and cry of “Tea Party” Republicans just a few years ago. Question: Where did those guys go?)

And, free-enterprise folks are, inherently, opposed to taxes because they want the government to stay out of their way.

I guess the hope is that American entrepreneurs will quickly build manufacturing plants here in the United States to produce those foreign-made goods that are being taxed. Wouldn’t that be great!

Unfortunately, many of the largest corporations that Trump seeks to impact are global (not based in the U.S.): their focus is on profit, not American patriotism. And, as long as they can sell their products for a nice profit, they don’t particularly care who the consumer is.

And, so, there is little evidence of major industries re-locating to the United States.

To make matters worse, the Chinese (and Mexicans, Canadians, Europeans, and other countries) have other markets where they can sell their products. So, the impact of Trump’s heavy-handed tariff impositions has fallen on American constituents in the form of inflation: our consumer goods cost more.

My sister Kellie doesn’t seem to appreciate this fact; she wants to continue to believe the fairy tale that our President has the Chinese Premier bent over a log and is putting it to him.

“Keep America Great”!

The Lifeline

Next to defeating the coronavirus pandemic, the highest priority is rescuing our economy from free-fall.

Today, Congress is expected to approve a $2 trillion measure that will extend a lifeline to businesses and employees. And, the President is expected to sign it into law.

It will be the biggest economic initiative since the Great Depression. And, unfortunately, it will probably be the first of several, because the pandemic’s impact on the economy is going to last far longer than we’d hope.

Who’d have thought, in 2016, that the newly-elected President would, within three years, be presiding over a welfare state?

(With all of those newly-printed greenbacks heading out to corporations, small businesses, and working folks, it would be interesting to see how they use them. Since this novel “flood the economy with cash” experiment was so hastily thrown together, there will likely be little follow-through on how effective this bailout really was: transparency is not a hallmark of the Trump Administration.)

Viable businesses need the money to recover, and their employees need to get back to work. If those businesses can stay afloat, and the money sent directly to employees can help them pay the bills until their employers call them back to work…that would be a great expenditure of Federal funds.

But, what about businesses that were failing before the crash?

Approximately 30 percent of new businesses fail in their first year, and approximately 50 percent fail within five years. So, this means that quite a few, fairly-new businesses were in deep trouble before the crash. Will they get bail-out funds, even though they are not viable?

There are a number of industries in America that are failing, as a whole, like movie theaters, because they have been replaced by technology. Will they get bail-out funds?

What about multi-national corporations? A good example is the cruise industry. It’s not an American industry and its employees aren’t U.S. citizens. And, it is not a critical industry…like manufacturing. Are they going to get bailed-out, too?

That brings to mind the concept of what is a “critical industry”. Most of our economy nowadays is service oriented, and many of the services we can do without. For example, bars and restaurants. Sure, we enjoy going there, if we can afford to. But, we could live without them…as the recent “shelter-in-place” quarantines are proving.

(Perhaps a few billion dollars should be spent building a couple of large factories in the U.S. that would manufacture personal protection equipment (like face masks, sterile gowns, etc.), ventilators, and hand sanitizer that the government could stockpile for the next pandemic? Then, we wouldn’t be so dependent upon China, Thailand, and Malaysia for supplies when the next virus poop hits the fan!)

I read today that there is special language in the bailout legislation (that Congressmen won’t even see because the bill is being rushed to the President) that will send billions to Boeing Aircraft. Interestingly, Boeing was doing very poorly before the pandemic and market crash because of its problems with the 737 Max aircraft…the one that was involved in several crashes due to instrumentation and flight control issues. Mad management and bad decisions led to the problem. Orders were being canceled right and left. Question: should this company be bailed out of its core problems…none of which has anything to do with the economic crash?

I guess that my concern with the bailout giveaway is that a whole lot of money could be wasted; dollars that may be more effectively used elsewhere.

In the last bailout, in the wake of the 2008 financial meltdown, billions of dollars went to the very financial firms and key players whose greed caused the crisis: they were rewarded for their gross negligence. And, instead of strengthening companies that were suffering, a large amount of the bailout went, instead, to stock buybacks, which only made stockholders richer.

I think the Trump Administration is doing the best it can under these extraordinary circumstances to save the economy from free-fall. Flooding the country with cash right now is probably a good move, as it relates to the working stiffs and their families. Let’s hope they can hang on.

However, there is the opportunity for untold billions of dollars to be wasted as we proceed through this crisis.

I am very uneasy, based upon his track record of dishonesty, corruption, and self-dealing, with carte blanche control of the Nation’s currency printing presses being handed over to Donald Trump.

The image of a “fox in the hen house” comes to mind.

Caged Canary

Back in the day, coal miners used to carry caged canaries with them at work. If there were toxic levels of methane or carbon dioxide in the mine, the canary would drop dead, warning the miners to get out.

One of the side effects of the coronavirus, according to those who have it or have survived it, is the temporary loss of the sense of taste and smell.

Unfortunately for us, our little dog, Baby, is plagued with a chronic case of anal gland “emission” that occurs most every day. We take her to the vet periodically to have the glands “expressed”, and we have her on some pills that supposedly help reduce the problem. However, it’s a useless exercise. It’s gotten to the point that we have to wash the throw blanket that she sits on (on the couch) pretty much every day, because she “squeeths” on it every evening.

Little Miss Innocent

The odor is unmistakable and quite offensive; any dog owner knows what I’m talking about.

Which is a good thing, I guess, as we shelter here in place, in the safety of our home. Because, if one of us were to contract the virus, and lose our ability to smell, we would be alerted to the crisis immediately…by our version of the canary in the coal mine.

Craig: “Hey, Honey, Baby didn’t squeeth this evening!” Charlie: “Yeah, I noticed that myself!”

Uh, oh.

The Lord works in mysterious ways, I guess.

Thank God for squeeth.

Problem vs Cure

It is hard to imagine a national leader who is more ill-equipped to handle a national catastrophe than President Donald Trump:

  • When the nation needs a team player, we’re led by a narcissist who has always put his needs first.
  • When the nation needs someone who it can trust, it must listen to a leader who has lied publicly 7,000 times in the past three years.
  • When the nation needs an Administration that values “expertness”, it is stuck with a President who makes impulsive decisions based upon his gut.
  • When the nation needs mature leadership, it instead gets daily doses of juvenile insults targeted at perceived opponents, allies, and Administration teammates, alike.
  • When the nation needs a President who can boldly and effectively address a crisis, we instead get a “leader” who refuses to acknowledge the crisis and takes no responsibility for his Administration’s sluggish performance.

The coronavirus pandemic and resulting economic collapse will impact this country for the next several decades, if not more. Heaven forbid that it is as impactful as The Great Depression.

Thank goodness, back in the late 20’s, the Thirties and the early Forties, that we had a leader as skillful and bold as Franklin Roosevelt running the show. As bad as times were, it could have been even worse.

I hate to say this, but I am fearful that this current mess could be/will be made worse by instinctive actions of Donald Trump.

The history of this man is rife with examples of extremely bad decisions based upon his gut instincts. Failed businesses, failed products, a failed charitable organization, a failed university, failed marriages, numerous incidents of philandering, evidence of serial sexual harassment, and use of the Presidency to extort foreign governments to help him get re-elected.

If there’s a fork in the road, Donald Trump’s instinct is always to take the wrong one, because all he thinks about is himself.

Our President failed to act early in the progression of the Covid-19 epidemic because he was afraid that it would damage the economy and, thus, his re-election prospects. His gut told him to project confidence and minimize the health threat. So, America lost valuable time, possibly as much as six weeks, to prepare for battle against the invisible enemy.

Now that the virus has hit America hard, the President is going through the motions of being a leader, but he continues to project doubt about the need for strict medical quarantine measures and the severity of the pandemic itself.

His gut tells him that the virus will burn itself out much quicker than the experts predict, and so he is itching to find an excuse to relax the “stay at home” restrictions. He keeps saying publicly that he wants to return workers to their jobs in a couple of weeks…before widespread testing is even in place and before the infection/death statistical curve has even been flattened.

We are early on in our fight against this coronavirus, yet our President’s instinct is to throw in the towel, pretend that it’s going to miraculously go away, and re-start the economy within a few weeks. Money has always been Mr. Trump’s key motivator, and it still is. Apparently, if he can get the cash registers singing again, he doesn’t care how many people get ill or die. As he said publicly yesterday, “The cure cannot be worse than the problem itself.”

A big problem right now is that no one knows how big the Covid-19 problem is, including our President. Testing for the virus is still not widely available (!). So, we don’t know who has the virus, and where they got it, and we don’t know who has had it and survived. (The latter are important because they now have some immunity and could, theoretically, go back to work.)

The infectious disease experts who are interviewed on this crisis have a uniform prediction: the epidemic in America is going to get worse before it gets better, and we, as a country, need to keep the quarantines in place, practice social distancing, start doing mass testing, and continue to do this for the next month, at least…and, then, see where we stand.

It is quite apparent that “the problem” crisis in Trump’s mind isn’t medical, it’s economic.

One of Trump’s Republican buddies, Texas’ Lt. Governor Dan Patrick argued in an interview last night on Fox News that the United States should go back to work, saying grandparents like him don’t want to sacrifice the country’s economy during the coronavirus crisis.

In other words, money is more important than people.

As skeptics of this approach note, if people simply go back to work, the epidemic will spread exponentially, and the entire health care apparatus of the United States will quickly become overloaded, leading to deaths in all age groups from all manner of injuries and diseases. It would be a medical as well as an economic catastrophe. Bottom line: there is no easy way out of this.

There is great consternation on Capitol Hill this week, as our Senate and House leadership attempt to craft a “bailout” bill that will ameliorate some of the immediate economic suffering of businesses and their employees. As usual, both political parties are posturing to get the best mileage out of the bill…in an election year, no less.

One stumbling block has been a provision in the Senate-crafted $ trillion bill that would give, pretty much carte-blanche authority for the President to spend $500 billion in business bailout funds any which way he desires.

The Democrats are wary of this so-called “slush fund”.

Some of Trump’s social buddies at Mar-a-Lago are the corporate big-shots in the cruise industry, one of a number of economic activities that have taken a gut punch. Of course, Trump’s hotel business in Florida benefits from tourism, and most cruises emanate from Florida ports. So, there’s the self-interest motive.

However, virtually all cruises involving American passengers (note: Americans constitute 75 percent of world cruise passengers) take place on ships that are not registered in the U.S. (to avoid taxes and our legal system) and virtually all of the employees are not U.S. citizens. Should President Trump have the authority to provide billions of bailout funds to the cruise industry…which is not an American industry…when tax-paying businesses and citizens in our own country are suffering?

The Democrats are wary of Trump’s gut instincts, and want the American public to know where the bailout money went…and why.

It would be helpful if our President would consider those inalienable rights that were guaranteed Americans in our Declaration of Independence: “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”. Those apply to human beings…not corporations and businesses. Back in 1776, our Founding Fathers believed that human beings came first.

Unfortunately, we are stuck with a President, and a Republican Party, who think that business “trumps” people.

Forty-Six

There’s been a lot going on in the world lately, so much so that I completely forgot the most important date in my life: March 23rd. It is the day Charlie and I got married back in 1974.

Today is our 46th wedding anniversary!

Normally, Charlie and I celebrate by going on a special trip. We’ve done that for probably 30 years, many of those times on cruises. One of our favorites occurred a couple of decades ago, on our 25th anniversary, when we did a Panama Canal cruise from Ft. Lauderdale to San Diego. On that trip, on the 23rd of March, we enjoyed a very romantic dinner at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the harbor in Acapulco, Mexico.

We were going to take an April trip this year down to Mazatlan with son Jeff and wife Carol. That would have been our anniversary present to ourselves. However, we canceled last week when flights and borders were closed due to the coronavirus pandemic. Bummer.

So, we’ll settle for a fancy dinner tonight prepared by Chef Craig: New York Steak, Baked Potato, and a fancy dessert.

Hooray for us!

Forty-six years is a long time to do anything, and I can’t imagine anyone else on the planet that I’d rather have spent my time with.

I was a lucky guy to have run into Charlie back in 1973, just after I got out of the Air Force. We were both working at a hospital in Covina, California: she was a vivacious Licensed Vocational Nurse, and I was a Radiologic Technician at night, attending college in the day. Our attraction to each other was pretty much immediate, and it wasn’t too long before I’d met her four young boys and moved in with her.

We got married on the day that I graduated from Cal State L.A.: March 23, 1974…forty-six years ago today.

A lot has changed in that time. Neither of us stayed in the medical field: Charlie transitioned to bookkeeping in the late 1980’s, and, after graduating from college, I started a career in public administration with the County of Riverside. Charlie eventually built a very successful bookkeeping and tax business, and I ended up Deputy C.E.O. of Riverside County.

When we first got together, Charlie was a single Mom, receiving pretty much zero child support from her ex-husband, was working double shifts to make the mortgage on her house, and was receiving Welfare benefits to keep her family alive. I was working part-time in X-ray and getting Veteran’s benefits. So, we didn’t have two nickels to rub together. If it weren’t for the Food Stamps that Charlie got from the Welfare Department, our little family would have starved to death.

Because Charlie had worked hard to keep her mortgage paid-up, when I got the job in Riverside County we were able to use the equity in that house to make a down payment on a new (for us) house in Riverside, California. Our lives improved greatly once we made that move from Covina.

Within a few more years, we had traded that home for a brand-new, two-story tract home, where we raised the boys for ten years until they graduated from high school.

And, as soon as our youngest son, Jonathan, had left the coop, we sold that house and moved into Jack Nicklaus’ brand-new master planned golf community, “Bear Creek”, in Murrieta, California, where we lived for the next thirty years.

Charlie really blossomed in our Bear Creek years. Her business took off, she became very active in the Bear Creek social scene, and she became a leader of the area’s biggest charitable organization, the Assistance League of Temecula Valley. Within a short time, she was elected President of ALTV and was instrumental in the purchase of the organization’s headquarters, a 24,000 s.f. building in Temecula.

Further down the road, Charlie got involved in business networking with an international organization called “LeTip”, and was eventually elected President of the Murrieta group. By that time, she was an important figure in the Temecula Valley business community; everyone knew her, respected her, and liked her. Her bookkeeping and tax service grew like a weed…with no advertising, just word-of-mouth. That’s a pretty nice compliment to her good works in the community.

I am so proud of Charlie’s accomplishments over the years. Number one, she is a very loving mother to her four boys, who are lucky to enjoy that relationship…and they know it. Number two, she is an extremely hard worker who is absolutely dedicated to her clients…and they know it. Number three, she makes friends wherever she goes, and those lucky people have a friend for life…and they know it. And, she is a great teammate…and I know it.

There’s a saying that, “Teamwork makes the dream work”. That is what our marriage has been, and continues to be, all about. We are a great team: each of us has roles, mostly unspoken, and we just do those and whatever else needs to be done. “Team Manning” she calls it.

We are totally different human beings, Charlie and I. Some say that “Opposites attract”, and maybe that’s our formula. Charlie is the social conscience of the team, the one who sends love out in all directions. I am the practical, analytical, planner side of the equation.

We’ve been involved in lots of social gatherings in our married life, where we might walk into a room with 50 or 100 people. Typically, within one-half hour, Charlie would have made 25 new friends, found several new business clients, and helped a number of new acquaintances with referrals to businesses and such. I, on the other hand, would probably spend that time sipping a drink and observing people like Charlie, flitting about, chatting, and making new friends.

I’ve taken on more of a social role since we’ve moved to Mesquite, Nevada. Everyone here is an import from somewhere, and they have their tentacles out, searching for new friends and commonalities. I walk the dogs (one of my tasks) and run into new acquaintances all the time. I think some of Charlie’s friendliness has rubbed off on me. And, the both of us have hosted neighborhood events at our home, allowing us to bond with the community very quickly. We now have several close friends here (in just a year) that we eat with, play cards with, and with whom Charlie can have an occasional “girls’ day”.

Charlie and I have another thing in common: we like to travel. Over the years, we’ve vacationed all over Mexico, Europe, Alaska, the Caribbean, Hawaii, and even spent one day in Morocco. I think we’ve enjoyed more than two dozen cruises. We also owned a timeshare in Mazatlan, Mexico for many years.

One of our ongoing joint ventures is our summertime traveling life in our 40’ Monaco motorhome. We’ve enjoyed our “getaways” for many years and look forward each year (lately) to relaxing on the Oregon and California coasts with our little doggies. We’re hoping that we get to go again this year, although at this point in the Covid-19 drama, traveling to Oregon looks dicey.

Which brings up an intriguing question: Will we be around for our 47th?

Who knows? Who could have predicted that we’d last forty-six years together?

As I reflect on those many years together, it is amazing to me that, with all the changes in our lives, we still love each other just as much. Sure, like every other couple who’ve aged together, the physical love has tailed off, but it has been replaced by a deeper bond, something that can’t even be described.

We’ve become part of each other: like, there’s no Craig anymore, but this being called “Craig-Charlie”. Sort of like Peanut Butter and Jelly, Yin and Yang, and Day and Night…you can’t have one without the other.

Not one woman has ever put the make on me since Charlie and I have been married. It is as if I have a neon sign on my head saying, “Taken”. I don’t wear a wedding ring: I don’t need to, because my countenance says, “Happily married”.

Sure, it’s not an idyllic existence: as older folks, we argue and snap at each, bitch and moan over each other’s bad habits and insensitivities, and get our feelings hurt. We’re not perfect, for sure, and I think that we’re “well aware of that”…which helps diffuse our occasional flare-ups. We’re both at fault when we bark at each other…and we know it. So, once we count to ten, we’re in love again, two human beings ready to take on the next challenge.

It is remarkable that both Charlie’s and my parents’ marriages lasted fifty years. That was certainly not a given, even in their times. They made it work, and must have passed on to us some “togetherness DNA”, or maybe it was an example they set…of how two people can work together toward a common goal.

It’s been an extraordinary adventure, the “Craig and Charlie Show”, now in its 46th season. I am so pleased to have shared it with my favorite co-star, and I’m looking forward to March 23, 2024…which would be our fiftieth anniversary.

As Joe DiMaggio once said, “I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

Golf Attempt

I played golf on a real golf course today for the first time since 2018. It wasn’t pretty.

We were supposed to have a foursome including my good friend Terry DeArmond from Southern California. However, he stayed home with his wife Barbara…”sheltering in place” because of the coronavirus.

Lots of things are closed for the same reason here in Nevada, but golf courses are not. So, my neighbors Al and Galen threw caution to the wind and headed to the Oasis-Arnold Palmer Course here in Mesquite, where Al is the six-time Men’s Champion.

Al played from the Old Man tees in deference to Galen’s and my game. It was actually Galen’s birthday today; he’s 72 now, same as me. Al is a young whippersnapper…only 68 years young. (He told me today that he shot 65 on this course when he was 65!)

He didn’t shoot 65 today, and Galen and I probably shot between 90 and 100. I say probably because I had an “X” hole on both the front and back 9’s. Coming in, I shot 37 plus X on a par 4 that I butchered. And, I lipped out a Birdie put on the 18th hole. So, that will make me want to try again…

But, I definitely need to play more than every two years.

Most of the golf courses in town (there are 8) are open, but there are no rakes in the sand traps, you don’t pull the flags on the green, and only one person is allowed in the Pro Shop at a time…all to minimize human contact.

Most people are giving it their best shot re: social distancing. The “hoax” and “overreaction” comments are dwindling, as the horrible news comes to us from Italy and, lately, from New York.

Senator Rand Paul, who called it a “hoax”, has now tested positive

Our twice-annual community garage sale’s Spring event was yesterday, and I only observed two driveways with stuff for sale. Last Fall, I visited dozens of residences…it was quite the social event. One of the problems with garage sales, though, is that purchases are in cash…and who knows where those greenbacks have been, whose sneezed into them, etc. And, of course, one must touch and feel those potential bargain goods…that all the other shoppers have touched and felt. So, no thanks.

I’m going hiking tomorrow with my buddy, Lloyd. We will be ten miles from the nearest human beings, and we’ll keep a social distance between ourselves.

One of the favorite pastimes of Sun City Mesquite is the neighborhood potluck get-together. Charlie and I might have held the last big one, at Christmastime, when we hosted 4 dozen people, breathed on each other, and man-handled all of the appetizers in the trays. What with peoples’ newfound respect for germ transmission, those potlucks are probably going extinct…in this town, anyway. What a shame.

I think this pandemic has spelled the end for things such a Wheat Chex Mix and that ubiquitous bowl of peanuts at every bar. Who knows who’s touched them and what virus did they pass on?!

The old folks around here definitely “get it” regarding the seriousness of the pandemic.

Which makes it appalling that the Governor or Florida waited until last week before he canceled Spring Break festivities on Florida beaches! Can you imagine how many of those reckless young partygoers acquired Covid-19 and are now going back to their universities and cities…all over the country!… infected with the virus and then passing it along to their friends and loved ones. I read somewhere that one infected person passing it along to another, then those two pass it to two others, etc….in one week there are 64 infected people. That’s scary, particularly when you consider that there were thousands of Spring Break revelers in Florida up until last Friday.

Will they become Super Spreaders?

There’s not much to do here in Mesquite when the restaurants and casinos are shuttered. Golfing, hiking and gardening for me, and bookkeeping and tax prep for Charlie. And, of course, spending time with our wonderful dogs, Booger and Baby.

Just doin’ the best we can, trying to dodge the Covid-19 bullet.

Craig, Sandy, and Charlie…BFFs

Hubris = Catastrophe

The following is a story that I recently read from The Atlantic magazine:

How many people are sick with the coronavirus in the United States, and when did they get sick?

These are crucial questions to answer, but they have never been answered well. Archived data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention reveal that the government dramatically misunderstood what was happening in America as the outbreak began.

On the last day of February, the CDC reported that 15 Americans had tested positive for COVID-19, the disease caused by the coronavirus.

In the past week, as the country’s testing capacity has increased, officials have discovered more cases. Today, more than 17,000 people have tested positive.

That may sound like a lot. But experts believe that the United States still isn’t testing enough people to detect the outbreak’s true spread. The virologist Trevor Bedford has found evidence that the coronavirus began spreading in the United States in January. It has already infected approximately 87,000 Americans, he says.

The truth is: We don’t know how many Americans are infected with the coronavirus.


The United States is a country soon to be overrun with sick people. As the positive tests for the new coronavirus have ticked upward, so, inevitably, will the deaths.

A study published this week by Imperial College London predicted that unless aggressive action is taken, the coronavirus could kill 2.2 million Americans in the coming months. A day after that study was published, its lead researcher developed a dry cough and fever. He had COVID-19.

When Wuhan began burning with infections in December, the U.S. government took only illogical, inadequate actions to stop the virus’s spread: It banned foreigners from entering from China, but inconsistently monitored Americans returning from the country. The president laughed off the virus and the Democrats’ response to it, calling it their “new hoax,” which immediately polarized the citizenry’s response to precautionary public-health information. When the sparks of this conflagration hit, Seattle was aflame before anyone at the CDC had started to reach for water.

COVID-19 is an American catastrophe, a slow-motion disaster only now coming into view. When its true proportions have been measured, it will make the early government response look even more outrageous than it already seems. What’s happening here, in this country, was avoidable. Nearly every flaw in America’s response to the virus has one source: America did not test enough people for COVID-19.

Testing should have told doctors how to triage patients and hospitals when to prepare their wards. It should have allowed governors to gauge the severity of a local outbreak and informed federal officials as they allocated scarce masks and ventilators. Testing should have answered the all-important question in any pandemic: How many people are sick right now? Had the nation known that, the systems that were put into place over years of pandemic planning could have powered on, protecting millions of Americans and containing the illness.

Instead, the CDC botched its own test development. It sent testing kits to state public-health labs with a nonfunctioning ingredient. And by then, the virus was already spreading. It was already spreading as the Food and Drug Administration held up independent labs that had made their own tests. It was spreading as samples piled up, as the world’s top virology researchers pleaded to be permitted to test them and as the FDA denied their requests.

The virus was spreading as a delay in test kits became a national shortage. When community transmission in the United States was discovered, and states and hospitals lacked the supplies to diagnose even a dangerously ill patient, it was spreading. When a week passed, and the market began to collapse, and the country had barely tested 1,000 people, it was still spreading. Even as kits started to trickle out, the CDC and many state officials clung to restrictive rules that allowed only patients who had traveled internationally or been exposed to a known case to be tested, even though the coronavirus was already clearly spreading in American offices, day cares, and movie theaters. Doctors and nurses with all the symptoms of COVID-19 were denied tests because they could not prove exposure. The virus was still spreading.

Every six days that the country did not test, every six days that it did not act, the number of infected Americans doubled.

“The way no one expected how this response would fail in the U.S. is the testing,” Nahid Bhadelia, the medical director of the Special Pathogen Unit at Boston University School of Medicine, told us. She is an expert in infectious diseases and pandemics, and oversees the medical-response program at one of the few labs in the country permitted to handle the pathogens that cause Ebola, anthrax, and the bubonic plague.

“If you don’t know where the disease is early in the epidemic, you have no hope of containing it,” Bhadelia said. “Even now, [testing is] that Achilles’ heel; it’s the crack that is making its way throughout our entire response.”

Without testing, there was only one way to know the severity of the outbreak: counting the dead. On February 29, Washington State confirmed that a man who had been at the Life Care Center outside Seattle had died, the first American death officially attributed to the virus. According to a now-archived version of the CDC’s website, the United States had, by then, tested 472 total people.

The death came at the end of a month that was America’s last chance at containing COVID-19. But it was too late. February had been lost.


On the last day of January, Trevor Bedford, a scientist at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center, in Seattle, hit Publish on a 484-word blog post that should have shaken the nation.

Bedford is one of the country’s experts on the evolution and infectiousness of viruses. Virus genomes are like tree rings: They provide clues to where a virus came from and how many times it’s been passed from person to person. With the outbreak raging in Wuhan, Bedford had been studying the genetic sequences of the new coronavirus that Chinese researchers had posted. By January 11, six were in the record, which allowed him to reconstruct the relationships between the individual strains. Though the World Health Organization insisted that this new coronavirus had “limited human-to-human transmission,” the genomes told Bedford otherwise. Whatever this virus was, he suspected it could spread easily among strangers, like the common cold or the flu.

Six days later, when a pair of travelers in Thailand came down with a similar illness, and researchers published the genome of the virus that had infected them, Bedford’s worst fears were confirmed. An epidemic had already begun. The new coronavirus had slipped the cordon in Wuhan, and was out in the world.

“As this became clear to me, I spent the week of Jan 20 alerting every public health official I know,” Bedford wrote that month. On January 23, the Chinese government, which had spent weeks trying to cover up the virus, swung into action. It locked down the city of Wuhan and by mid-February had restricted the movement of 700 million people. On January 24, the CDC announced it had developed a test for the disease. The FDA wouldn’t approve it for another week and a half.

This was the moment that epidemiologists had spent years dreading and anticipating. Almost every city and state in America had a pandemic-preparedness plan, reams of paper ready to put into action.

King County, in which Seattle and Kirkland sit, had a plan, of course. The last revision, dated October 2013, forecast the consequences of a pandemic flu in now-eerie detail. The country, they predicted, would be faced with deaths that could range into the millions. The pandemic “has the potential to suddenly cause illness in a very large number of people, who could easily overwhelm the healthcare system throughout the nation.” No vaccines would be available at first. Community services could break down. Everything could become disrupted “for several weeks, if not months.” So many of the steps that then seemed unthinkable to regular people—closing schools for months, social distancing, curfews, and more—were not only contemplated but gamed out.

Except for one thing. The plan took as a given that a functional testing apparatus would catch diseases on the way in, or at least before the fire started raging. Under its “Planning Assumptions” section, the second bullet point read, “There will be a need for heightened global, national and local surveillance.” Surveillance is public-health jargon for testing and the system that surrounds it. The planners knew there would be a need; they barely considered that it would not be met.

“A heightened local surveillance system … serves as an early warning system for potential pandemics and a critical component of pandemic response plans,” they wrote in another section of the report. “Local surveillance during a pandemic outbreak provides important information regarding the severity of disease, characteristics of the affected population, and impacts on the healthcare system.”

For every contingency that was considered, every difficulty and problem was assumed to be downstream of the high-quality information that would flow from the testing system. Without data about American cases in hand, how to handle the virus would become a matter of guesswork, not judgment.

In late January, as Bedford began to warn public-health officials, there remained, according to the president, nothing to worry about. “We have it totally under control,” President Donald Trump said at Davos. “It’s one person coming in from China, and we have it under control. It’s going to be just fine.”

On or about January 15, someone infected by the coronavirus arrived in the Seattle area, Bedford’s research would later show. The virus began to silently spread in the region. It would not be detected for another six weeks.


If there is one thing about the novel coronavirus that you must understand, it’s that it is a firecracker with a long fuse. Here is what the explosion looks like: Every six days, the number of people infected by the disease doubles, according to estimates from Bedford and other epidemiologists. At the start of February, Bedford now believes, the United States had something like 430 infections; if American interventions have done nothing to slow the disease’s spread, then his simple calculations show that more than 120,000 people could be infected by this weekend. Because of the great uncertainty, it’s probably most appropriate to give Bedford’s range: About 60,000 to 245,000 people are now infected with COVID-19 in the United States.

An invisible fuse sets off this burst of disease. If someone is infected with the coronavirus on Monday, she may start being contagious and infecting other people by Wednesday. But she may not start showing symptoms until Friday—meaning that she was spreading the virus before she even knew she had it. And in some cases, infected people take 14 days to start showing symptoms.

The onset of symptoms starts another awful clock. Many people will recover in a few weeks. But if someone’s case is severe, he may not recover for a month. And even if someone’s case is fatal, she may still survive for three weeks. This means that, first, cases discovered now may not become deaths for weeks; second, some people who will die in early April may only start showing symptoms today.

Mitigation efforts must burn through the same fuse. Even the decision to lock down the Bay Area, the country’s richest region, will not relieve pressure on the medical system for weeks.

Both of these factors mean that time is of the essence. This virus hides effectively and doubles quickly, but it kills slowly and painfully, and it kills most effectively when medical care isn’t available. This makes the coronavirus a particular disaster for the American hospital system, which after decades of streamlining has little spare capacity.

If the coronavirus was in the United States, it had to be found early, before too many explosions could go off.

Helen Y. Chu, an infectious-disease specialist at the University of Washington, thought she had a way to detect COVID-19’s arrival. She directed a monitoring program called the Seattle Flu Study, which studied the spread of the seasonal flu and collected samples from sick people on an ongoing basis. What if some of those patients didn’t have the flu at all, but COVID-19? In January, she and her colleagues began asking federal and state officials for permission to repurpose specimens to test for this other, similar respiratory disease, according to The New York Times. They turned her down then—and they kept rejecting her requests as the weeks wore on. There were legitimate privacy concerns, and government officials were not ready to authorize Chu to look.

On the last day of January, roughly 380 people were already infected with the coronavirus, most of them in the Seattle area, according to Bedford’s estimate. (Bedford is also part of the Seattle Flu Study.)

But then the CDC hit a disastrous roadblock, as it began to send test kits to public-health labs across the country. Two of the test’s reagents were fine, in most cases, but a third chemical initially deemed necessary for the test simply did not work. For the time being, every test for COVID-19 would have to be conducted by the CDC.

As the CDC struggled to find a solution, other laboratories tried to bring their own tests online. They found themselves hamstrung by the FDA, which, though it repeatedly loosened the rules, could not move as fast as the coronavirus.

Alex Greninger, the assistant director of the clinical virology laboratory at the University of Washington, wanted to run a test of the lab’s own design. His lab would end up being one of the fastest to set up testing, and become the most important early source of information about the growth of the outbreak. But initially he, too, found himself caught up in the bureaucratic gears. On February 14, he sent a frustrated email to other clinical laboratories. The obstacles to setting up a test were unbelievable, he wrote: The FDA was asking him to show test results for more specimens than there were confirmed coronavirus cases in the United States—and the FDA wasn’t even making samples from those cases available to him. (The FDA did not immediately respond to The Atlantic’s request for comment.)

No one at the federal level was moving fast enough to actually deal with the looming disaster. “The most pernicious effect of the current regulatory environment is that it kneecaps our ability for preparedness should a true emergency emerge,” Greninger wrote to other laboratory directors. “Why bother getting ready as a clinical lab if you think that you won’t ever be allowed to do anything until May or June?” Even after his lab got FDA approval, another two to three weeks would pass before it could actually test a large number of samples. In coronavirus time, three weeks is about how long it takes for 100 cases to become more than 1,000. “We’ve been exceptionally fortunate to have so few positive cases,” he wrote. “Should that change in the coming weeks, this month will have been the time when we could have expanded our capacity for testing by including clinical labs.”

But the entire American testing effort, which would provide the crucial surveillance capability to understand any incipient outbreak, had stalled. The days ticked by; the virus spread. American public-health labs—which generally have far more capacity than the CDC—had completed only 16 tests, maybe a handful of people, by mid-February. All the way to February 26, only 102 specimens, or perhaps 50 people, had been tested by those labs. Overall, the CDC had tested fewer than 500 people. If the U.S. had a small number of cases, it was only because no one was looking for them. “We just twiddled our thumbs as the coronavirus waltzed in,” William Hanage, a Harvard epidemiologist, wrote in The Washington Post.

Perhaps because of the wildly constrained supply of tests, the criteria to get one were strict. You basically had to go to Wuhan, lick someone, and then develop pneumonia. No one from the federal government even tried to look for community transmission in the United States. In late February, the president voiced his hopes that “the numbers are going to get progressively better as we go along.”

They would not. In fact, as Trump spoke, the virus had reached a nursing home in the Seattle suburb of Kirkland, where it has so far killed 35 residents. The staff knew a mysterious virus was circulating, but life went on as normal. A concerned visitor who had gone to a Mardi Gras party at the center reached out to King County Public Health, the Los Angeles Times reported, and got the runaround.  

On February 26, the CDC confirmed what should have been clear much earlier: Community transmission in the United States had begun. The coronavirus was now spreading among Americans who had not traveled abroad or known a confirmed case. At least 60 people in the country now had the virus, according to the CDC’s totals at the time—and, as researchers and analysts soon realized, the true number was almost certainly much higher.

The CDC’s website now says that there were already 268 cases in the United States by that date. When Japan had nearly as many confirmed cases, it closed every school in the country. But because of the testing backlog, the United States remained unaware of its infection rate. And the president encouraged happy thinking. As CDC officials warned that the number of cases could soon quickly rise, Trump disagreed. “Within a couple of days,” he said, the number of cases “is going to be down to close to zero. That’s a pretty good job we’ve done.”

Bedford now estimates that roughly 7,640 people in the United States were already infected.


Chu, the Seattle infectious-disease specialist, decided not to wait for government officials any longer. As the United States declared the first cases of community transmission, she tested through Greninger’s lab without official approval and got a positive. The meaning was obvious to her. “It’s just everywhere already,” she later told The New York Times.

Under pressure to get tests out, the most important fix that our national agencies could make was to simply allow labs to start testing people. In a description that has now been removed from the CDC’s website, the agency gave labs simple instructions: They should use the two working reagents in the old kits. These instructions could have gone out weeks before they actually did, Greninger says, because they relied on the supplies that the CDC had already sent.

Meanwhile, Bedford began examining the new coronavirus strains from patients in Washington State, just as he had, six weeks earlier, analyzed the Asian samples. The Seattle-area specimens led him to a devastating conclusion: The viral genomes were too similar to have arrived in the United States at different times, from different people, but they were also too varied to have arrived recently. By the end of February, the disease had not only established itself in the United States. It had been circulating for close to six weeks. Seattle, on March 1, found itself in the same position as Wuhan did on January 1, with a growing coronavirus outbreak that was on the verge of exploding.

If Seattle went the route of Wuhan, the nation had three weeks before being set on a track in which hundreds or even thousands of people might die in Washington State alone. If a fire was raging in Seattle, it would throw off sparks across the country, hitting many more.

The clock required urgent action. On March 2, Bedford pressed Seattle officials to implement social-distancing policies immediately. If the epidemic grew any further … well, the CDC knew what might happen.

“Widespread transmission of COVID-19 in the United States would translate into large numbers of people needing medical care at the same time,” the agency warned in a passage titled “What May Happen” on the coronavirus page of its website. “Public health and healthcare systems may become overloaded, with elevated rates of hospitalizations and deaths.”

One day after Bedford published his warning, the CDC announced that it would stop reporting how many people in the United States had been tested for the coronavirus. Donald Trump shared his views on Fox News the following night. “A lot of people will have this, and it’s very mild,” he said. “They’ll get better very rapidly. They don’t even see a doctor. They don’t even call a doctor.”


The virus was now clearly spreading, but the CDC still seemed stuck in neutral. On March 10, CDC Director Robert Redfield described his agency’s strategy to The New York Times. “It’s going to take rigorous, aggressive public health—what I like to say, block and tackle, block and tackle, block and tackle, block and tackle,” he said. “That means if you find a new case, you isolate it.”

Redfield’s advice would have sounded reasonable back on Planet A, where the U.S. surveillance apparatus had not failed so spectacularly, but it was almost nonsensical on Planet B, where we all now live. Almost no one was getting tested, so how could anyone find a new case? A few days earlier, a state-by-state investigation by The Atlantic found little evidence that more than 2,000 people had been tested nationwide. We also found that many states had effectively no ability to test for COVID-19, and the few that did—Washington and California—were already deep into their local outbreaks. After we published the story, reports flooded in from across the country from people who had been denied tests, or doctors who couldn’t get one for patients who they believed needed them. In some cases, even doctors who had treated COVID-19 patients were not able to get tested.

As we heard from dozens of frightened and frustrated people across the country, President Trump told reporters, “Anyone who wants a test can get a test.” This was and is still not true.

The scarcity of tests forced officials to ration them. States, counties, and hospitals implemented strict rules about who could qualify for a test. The rules, while based on CDC guidance, were often too limited, given how widely the virus had already spread: They asked about foreign travel and confirmed exposure to a COVID-19–positive patient, weeks after it was clear that the virus was in the United States and that many cases were going undetected. At least 19 states have used a version of the rules that made it effectively impossible to detect the first signs of community spread in a state or city.

In the few places where officials have tested people without known exposure to COVID-19, they have found the virus. In Sonoma County, California, the public-health department asked four hospitals to test the first 20 patients who walked in the door each day with any coronavirus symptoms—even if the patient had not traveled abroad or been exposed to another known case. They started the project on a Friday. They had found a positive by Saturday. “All we needed was one case to say: Yes, we have community transmission,” Jennifer Larocque, a spokesperson for the county, told us.

In other places, the criteria have prevented residents from understanding the true extent of community spread. Nebraska, which hewed closely to the rules, insisted it had only one case of community spread, even as suspicious cases filled ICUs, according to a 35-year-old doctor who asked not to be named, because she was not authorized to speak with the press. Nebraska announced its second case of community spread on Wednesday. The state has tested 800 people, total, for the coronavirus, the chief medical officer said.

The federal government’s reliance on CDC data about the severity of the outbreak froze efforts to stop it. Even after Bedford’s warning, the government published no studies of viral mutation. The void forced leaders to act on the basis of risk, not solid information. How could a mayor shut down her city if it had only 10 for-sure cases? How could a CEO tell employees to call off their trips—and not to Western Europe or central China, but to Seattle?

American cities, blinded by the lack of testing data, did little as crucial days went by. On March 7, as the severity of the local outbreak was becoming known, huge events were allowed to go on. More than 30,000 people attended a Seattle Sounders game that night. No one wanted to say what has now become clear: February was our chance to get this right. We lost that entire month. And we now live in a new era of work stoppages, overwhelmed hospitals, dead elders, and a wrecked economy.

No one had the guts to say what needed to be said over the past month: To save our people, we will have to keep our cities in a chokehold and decimate our economy. It would have taken guts and the full-throated backing of every level of government and agency, as well as irrefutable data, for local officials to do something like that. No one told them to, and the data did not exist for them to come to that conclusion on their own.

Without strong federal leadership, each state has been going after its own solutions and running its own show, as if its residents would stay neatly within their own state lines. Despite the rising number of cases and hospitalizations, President Trump tried to use partisan rhetorical tactics to fight the virus, and in so doing, encouraged Americans to ignore legitimate, dire warnings. Now, though Trump has begun to mobilize a response to the pandemic, his base has been slow to acknowledge that precautions are necessary. This dangerous remove from reality was possible for too long because of the absence of data showing how bad things already were.

Ironically, given that the debacle started with testing, it may end there as well. South Korea, which on March 1 was the site of the largest confirmed coronavirus outbreak outside of China, has aggressively tested a huge percentage of its population, and continues to screen massive numbers of people. Now, just three weeks later, new COVID-19 cases are declining, and only 102 people have died as of Friday. Washington State, with one-seventh the population of South Korea, already has 83 fatalities. The U.S. caseload has ballooned to almost 20,000, more than twice South Korea’s total. Bedford and other experts believe that Korean-style massive-scale testing will be essential to restoring normal economic conditions. “This is the Apollo program of our times,” he said this week. “Let’s get to it.”

A week ago, an NBC reporter asked Trump during a White House briefing whether he took responsibility for the deadly testing delays. His reply was immediate: “No. I don’t take responsibility at all.”