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Her crime?
Dementia. She is imprisoned on account of this in a "care" facility which operates under the Gesundheitsbefiehls - health decrees - of Governor Ralph "Coonman" Northam. He has decreed that visitors are verboten, no matter the extenuating circumstances - including even no possibility of transmitting the 'Rona to the imprisoned elderly person.
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Therefore, there is no longer the excuse that I might transmit the 'Rona (asymptomatically, of course) to my mother, since she already has it.
And I am quite willing to assume the "risk" of acquiring the 'Rona from her since it presents almost no serious threat to me, as I am not elderly or diabetic or afflicted with clogged arteries, the underlying co-morbidities that account for almost all (more than 90 percent) of the deaths we keep hearing about and which tend to result in death regardless of catching cold.
There is no medical reason for denying me a chance to actually see my mother in person - and for her to see me - ideally, while she still remembers who I am (for her sake) and before she passes away (for mine).
We could be placed in a Corona Room, just the two of us. No harm could possibly come from this.
But they won't let us.
Because facts don't matter.
Cruelty does.
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But this is worse. My mom is sick - and because she is elderly, there is a very good chance she will die. There may not be much time left for me to see her.
Alive, that is.
But I am not allowed to see her, despite the 'Rona "precautions" having become an irrelevance. The horse has left the barn, in spite of all their "precautions" - which is itself a commentary on the pointlessness of all these "precautions." My mom has been imprisoned (along with other old folks) for the past nine months in a practically hermetically sealed environment, where everything is - so we are told - constantly wiped down and where everyone wears the Holy Rag and where every staffer is "tested" regularly - und so weiter.
And yet, the 'Rona is rampant. I am informed by the warden that half a dozen other inmates have "tested positive" along with my mom.
So what's the point - if it isn't sadism?
Why this cruel isolation of rapidly deteriorating elderly people and the equally cruel isolation of their family members from the declining elderly? How did the Coonman become the arbiter of who is allowed to see their own mother or father?
How is it that they can maintain this vicious farce when their excuse - protecting the vulnerable elderly - no longer applies?
I have written to the warden asking precisely this question and offering to sign any form they wish to present absolving them of all liability in the event my mom gives me the 'Rona. I'd even agree to staying put at home for the two week "incubation" period after visiting her, to assure the nervous I didn't get the 'Rona and so pose no risk to anyone else.
It cuts no ice.
Because this is not about "health." It never was.
© Eric Peters AutoThis is my mom six years ago,before she got locked up.
If "masks" worked, they would have.
Instead, people are bullied for objecting to being treated as spreaders of a sickness they haven't got and for objecting to the wearing of "masks" that don't work.
Elderly people in the twilight of their days are denied the opportunity to visit with their children and grandchildren, whom they are much more likely to never see again than their children and grandkids are likely to get sick, much less die, of the 'Rona.
Reason - humanity - aren't applicable.
A false humanity is used to impose its opposite, by people whose cruelty is equalled only by their arrogance.
I will probably never see my mom again. And for that I will never forgive the Coonman or his accomplices. It is my hope that when they are in their dotage and hoping to see their families one last time, that a bureaucrat tells their families no - and that they, too, depart this world alone, without the comfort of anyone holding their hands and telling them they are loved - just as they have imposed the same cruelty on thousands of families across this country.
May God damn them all.
The farthest of we four siblings/children is 1.3 hours, BUT, we all have to deal with this BULLSHIT! ARGH!
If I was a better person, I'd probably take her to my home, but . . . (problems above and beyond me vs. Mum).
I know my Mum, like me, prays that this bullshit never becomes a civil war - but if it does, and unlike my generally pessimistic conclusions, I am confident that we, the SOTTypes, will win.
R.C.