Absolutely last

I want to say Goodbye. Perhaps Farewell.

It’s too much on my plate. Our plate.

The virus trend is back up (June 27th, 2020) while it’s not the V-shape economy (I heard that back in 2008) we had expected.

Can’t travel to NYC. Can’t travel to Paris or London. You can sit next to me on American. But where are we flying to?

Once when we finally set foot on US jurisdiction (USS Battle ship), we felt safe, well – not quite (see my other blog – Fleeing).

Now the Captain got fired for going back channel, hence no one should feel safe from virus or political repercussion.

Back to why I want to say Goodbye, just in case.

Being in a minority, male and older (although half of recent cases, according to VP Pence, were under the age of 35), I am next in line to be a carrier (not mail, but of covid-19).

Blame it on the “I can’t breathe” protests. Blame it on the beach and bar re-openings.

Blame it on TX phase-re-opening.

Blame it on Bruce Lee (kung-flu) or Blue States but look at where all the cases are right now. Blame it on Washington D.C. when it becomes a State.

I heard about a new crime i.e. “injuring” a statue.

Statutes can’t protect themselves. But then, who will protect us when we need to be admitted into the ICU’s? When we “can’t breathe” and lay still well – as a statue , no pun intended? A set of algorithm to determine who gets tested (as a Hospital Admin guy explained on a recent Rachel Maddow interview)?

So I say Goodbye. To Meritocracy and Monarchy, Aristocracy and Democracy (in its current form and function) where contractors can’t get paid to build the Wall (just as they once got cheated of their hard-earned pay after bankruptcy of failed casinos) hence, can’t get health insurance even when it’s the Law of the Land.

Can’t go out. Can’t pee in peace.

I say Goodbye to traveling, to dancing and dining, to singing (damn karaoke microphones are full of Covid-19) and swimming. I say Goodbye to Love. I say Goodbye to gym, to face-to-face banking and tax filing (they did not let me in yesterday).

I will only enrich the 5 (Amazon, Apple, Facebook, Google and Tesla) without much choice. Without anyone to complain and vent to.

I say Goodbye to ghost war and ghost work (blogging so WordPress can sell foot fungus cure and facebook – pop up ads).

I say Goodbye to tax return and tax refund. I say Goodbye to checks mailed to dead relatives and pretty soon to my name.

I say Goodbye to the America I love, with Appolo 13 collaboration, between space ship and space center, with single-minded prayer and purpose to bring home the three.

I say Goodbye to the idea and ideal of “ask not what your country can do for you..”, of rendering volunteer services and of resilience because the State of the Union is strong.

So it’s Goodbye. No more 100 words here and there, peppering the Web, a Web that was once built by gay and straight men, black women and white men. It’s quite convenient to stand on someone else’s (connectivity) shoulders, and pee from its platform (fake news and dis-information).

I still have a dream though. But I prefer to keep it to myself. It’s not quite free until everyone is home-free. Not just the three, and not just one time as in 1969.

Godspeed. God be with us, all kinds of people including people of purple skin (due to lack of oxygen during covid-19 resurgence).