Raina Fisher

Through the Looking Glass

It is time to call this misinformation crusade what it is — this is a covert enterprise to feed us a bushel of lies. And this is the nicest thing I can say to the hot air that blows in on the wind from them. At the core of this is greed. This money-hungry lot is here to play the long game to line their pockets. In the past year and a half, a few were able to make off with the bulk of the loot; but to do it, they had to snuff out the local shops. Why did it take so long for this whole cabal to get my feathers in a ruffle? I can make a mountain out of those darn mole hills when I let them build up piece by piece over time. The last draw came for me after a trip with my fiancé over the Labor Day weekend to Indiana. There were new and old friends and family to come from every direction to celebrate my brother’s retirement from the Army. We had a housewarming party and a 70th birthday bash for our mom while we were all there. He did not have hundreds of guests gather, unlike the gala Barack Obama had at Martha’s Vineyard. Then again, while his would turn out to be a super-spreader event for the media to ignore, much like the border, we just had a good scare. A few days later, one of the merrymakers from this area comes up positive for COVID-19. So, we head out to get our tests, then scramble to get the word out. There are no words for the dread you feel when it dawns on you that you could be the one to pass this plague to a cancer survivor. Mike had forms to fill out for the government. He had to contracttrace the names of those who were at the party from Virginia. The key is to lure us into this fantasy realm where we are under the illusion of a private life. How long do we plan to let them pull the wool over our eyes — it is up to us — are we going to stay in the dark or will we put our foot down? There may come a time when the rights we have could be part of an archaic vestige from an era gone by. Three days later, my test comes back inconclusive, but his is negative. The next step for me is to go to the clinic for a rapid test. It works out for us both in the end. Be that as it may, I find this is not a mere COVID test when I log onto my patient portal. It reads: “Rapid influenza virus A + B and SARS COV + SARS COV 2 AG Panel, IA, Upper respiratory specimen.” The flu did not just vanish. So, what is the big deal? Well, we find out the one from the festivity with a positive test had a strain of the flu, not COVID-19. It adds insult to injury when her nurse deigns it to be “close enough.” And I thought close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. It might be a toilsome task to make heads or tails of their barefaced treachery. But a quick glimpse at the pile of cash in the coffers is all it takes for the clouds to part — there are billions set aside in a fund to dole out to the facilities which code for COVID-19. A home test kit can cost $119 if you seek peace of mind, or if you meet the criteria, then you could score it for free — though you may not fork out the dough, it will roll in from some source. The drugstore sells them for $23.99, yet in the fine print, the sole detection of SARS-CoV2 proteins is why the FDA will not give the stamp for more than urgent use. The Tennessean in Nashville alleges, of all the states in our union, ours has had the most infection when we adjust for our population size. It is no wonder when they lump the flu in with COVID and count them as cases under the same umbrella. And where, pray tell, did the investigative guru go to find these numbers? It is from the New York Times (Friedman, 2021). The same source for stats points out there are anomalies when a state backfills data. We are not at the top for death rate, nor do we rank on the bottom of the heap. But for them to bother with the statistics which really matter must set the bar too high. Some states adjust their data to the CDC, which can lead to an overestimate on the week-to-week increase in cases or death (U.S. Department of Health & Human Services, 2021). There is a shortage of antibody drugs. So, to fall in line with the National Institute of Health guidance, our state will curb the lifesaving therapy for at-risk groups: the unvaccinated and the vaccinated with compromised immune systems. This regulation is “certain to frustrate many vaccinated Tennesseans, who took commonsense steps to help stop the pandemic and, as a result, may now lose access to one of the most effective treatments for the virus.” Subtle — you can still catch and spread the virus even if you get the shot. So, what part of this is going to put an end to the blight (Kelman, 2021)? It is bound to fan the flames and foment further friction from the faction who have had the jab. Oh, how the blade of irony twists. It takes talent to make a point and miss it at the same time. To spell it out, it doesn’t bode well for efficacy to take the dose yet drain the stock. Southern states put a strain on supply, but there is an influx of disease on the border. We resent the mask and injection mandate for us, but not for the illegal migrants. It is in our nature to want us all to abide by the same laws. If not, then why do we have them in the first place? In Australia, a mom dares to protest the lockdowns, and the police arrest her in front of her toddler. To hear him sob for her will break your heart. Here, a daycare worker fights to strap a mask on a 2-year-old as he tries to pull it down to play with his blocks; it is so big that it covers most of his face. This is what abuse looks like. Can you breathe when you bawl> Now, stuff a rag in your mouth as you try to gasp for air. The root cause for an airline to make a scene and kick a family off a plane comes down to a child of the same age who has asthma and can’t breathe with a mask on. We know the science when it comes to kids and COVID, and they do not pose a threat to us. We do the harm when we turn a blind eye and accept them as collateral damage. We’ll reap what we sow when the effects from this surface down the road.

RAINA FISHER is a child activist, writer and psychologist writing a memoir on parental alienation. She lives on County Home Road near Paris; her email address is rainafisher@hotmail.com.

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