I have said to my grown chidren and friends that I am aware of the historical treatment by Eskimos of their elderly. Actually I only repeated that mothers were put onto ice flows when they no longer could eat blubber.
It was a flippant statement. Part serious, part humorous. The point being that once on the ice, mama was pushed away from shore.
Well now, the ice bergs are melting to water. And we have a pandemic, no solution in sight.
But wait. The news tonight is that cruise ships have offered to accomodate our sick community. The numbers getting and projected to get the Covid 19 virus are surging exponentially. Our health care system is failing. The health professionals are getting ill. They have inadequate protection. The beds and ventilators are not adequate.
So the cruise ships, the petri dishes of our times, will be commissioned as hospital ships for a final trip. I am signing up. Sounds like fun to be going somewhere, dressing for dinner at the Captain’s table, dancing to the oldie but goody music of our own times. My reservation might depend on being able to leave our homes and travel.
Will my medicare pay for all expenses? I would like a glass of wine before dinner. I would invite good friends and family. It might be better to make friends on the cruise.
There are oil ships floating around the oceans in an effort to influence market prices. The cruise ships would only pull into ports to refuel.
Yippee. See the World. The Administration approves using our taxes. Do our part.
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