The Sky is falling!
Run and tell the King!
I saw on the news where a Flight Attendant was identified as having coronavirus.
She had walked through LAX, the international airport in Los Angeles.
Not to worry as the entire terminal was being disinfected.
I then saw video of people wearing trash bag like ‘haz-mat’ suits spraying fog all over the interior of LAX with leaf blowers.
I have tried to find out just what I will experience when I get coronavirus.
Seems to me that for a week or so I will have aches and pains, a cough and a fever.
This isn’t On the Beach.
We aren’t in Australia after the world’s powers have destroyed themselves in a nuclear war.
We are not all waiting for the unavoidable, fatal dose of radiation.
It’s the flu.
People are dying from coronavirus to be sure.
Sometimes I feel that I have a better chance of being in a fatal car crash driving on i85 in Atlanta everyday than I do of being killed by the coronavirus.
I get on i85 everyday without a thought.
I drive on i85 concerned only with how long it will take.
What is going on here.
IN A WORLD GONE C R A Z Y, we need a Franklin Roosevelt to say, “All we have to fear … is fear itself.”
Good luck with that.
Good luck with getting that message out.
I work in news.
The company line is, “We are here to INFORM not SCARE YOU.”
Monica Lewinsky said, “No editor ever assigned a story that wouldn’t get eyeballs.”
And the eyeballs are focused on the DEADLY COVID-19.
It’s OUTSIDE OF YOUR DOOR.
It’s GOING TO GET YOU.
Nothing new here really I guess.
By now you must be wondering.
What is the Aarne-Thompson-Uther scale?
Is it a measure of a pandemic?
Is it a type of flu?
Is it a reference to panic levels in a crowd?
Aarne-Thompson-Uther type or more accurately, Aarne-Thompson-Uther type 20C, is the classification of folktales that includes the story of Chicken Little
According to Wikipedia, “The story is listed as Aarne-Thompson-Uther type 20C, which includes international examples of folktales that make light of paranoia and mass hysteria. There are several Western versions of the story, of which the best-known concerns a chick that believes the sky is falling when an acorn falls on its head. The chick decides to tell the king and on its journey meets other animals (mostly other fowl) which join it in the quest. After this point, there are many endings. In the most familiar, a fox invites them to its lair and then eats them all. Alternatively, the last one, usually Cocky Lockey, survives long enough to warn the chick, who escapes. In others all are rescued and finally speak to the king.”
Paranoia and mass hysteria.
Add this to social media and a fire will get started that cannot be extinguished.
It is sad.
It is really sad.
The story Chicken Little goes back to the 1800’s.
Haven’t grown up much since then.
So easy to give in to the paranoia and mass hysteria.
So easy to go along.
Nothing new there either.
Back in 1600, Big Bill wrote in his play, Hamlet,
“Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.”