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Just when we thought life was returning to normal—or, perhaps, when we thought life was being allowed to return to normal—a wacky new variant of The Virus has reared its viral head. We’re told it’s hyper-contagious, though the fact that it’s even milder than the original recipe is seldom mentioned. Just as New Coke wasn’t as good as Coca-Cola Classic, so the Delta Variant is a poor imitation of The Wuhan Original.
Well, the sequel is never as good as the original. Unfortunately, our public health overlords at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention don’t see it that way. They and their lackeys in the media are going full-scale alarmist, now recommending even vaccinated individuals to wear masks.
But, wait, didn’t The Vaccine purchase our freedom from masks? Aren’t masks of dubious effectiveness, anyway? Well, never mind. The Cult of COVID holds sway among our ruling class, and they’re never wrong, and certainly never the architects of unmitigated disasters. Let’s all chant the necessary rites—“Two Weeks to Flatten the Curve!”—“Socially Distance!”—“Wear a Mask!”—and surely St. Fauci will make the necessary sacrifices of civil liberties to appease the angry god COVID.
Among the many casualties of our adherence to this death cult is the many public events, those places where we used to gather to celebrate our shared history, heritage, and culture, and simply have some fun. As the weather slowly hints towards crisp autumnality, it’s worth considering the fate of our beloved festivals.