In an America in which people have politicized the germ theory of disease and push muddled misunderstandings of how vaccines work, some mornings it's not possible to find a topic to write about that won't result in heaping mounds of behind-the-scenes acrimony.
At this point, we're in the "is the monster dead or playing possum?" stage of the pandemic, and some of the incautious characters are going to get savaged if the thing's merely lying low.
The Delta variant of SARS-CoV-2 has got a sub-variant of its own, and it could be especially ugly. Or not -- but we're only going to know when the music builds to crescendo and a scaly tentacle unexpectedly lashes out at the prom queen, the High School football center and the skinny math geek, all shaking a failing flashlight. Will they survive? I don't know -- I wasn't willing to roll those dice and frankly, I think this movie stinks. We're nevertheless stuck in it until the credits roll, sometime in 2022 unless the unvaccinated manage to breed a really nasty variation on the virus that we can't keep a lid on.
It's raining soup and bowls are free. You can be in the movie or come join the audience. It's your choice. We're all going to have to see it play out either way, but one of them's a lot higher risk than the other.
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