A Winter Of Death

Okay. I’ll admit it. When Trump finally slithered out of office nearly a year ago I figured the adults in government were back in charge and life throughout the land would improve.


Not so fast.

About the best you can say is that Biden, unlike his predecessor, has a heart, demonstrates some degree of empathy, and appears willing to at least try to do the right things for the majority of Americans. But saying all that, the fates haven’t been kind to Sleepy Joe. Inflation is out of control, immigrants would have had an easier time scaling Trump’s wall than they are having getting across the border now, the withdrawal from Afghanistan was a disaster, two members of his own party in the Senate are effectively blocking his legislative agenda, and yada, yada, yada.

Oh, and did I fail to mention the pandemic?

Just when we thought it was safe to go back to the grocery store up pops the Omicron variant, which apparently is highly contagious and has the potential to cause thousands of deaths and hospitalizations in the coming weeks and months. In fact, POTUS opined Thursday that “the unvaccinated face a winter of severe illness and death.”

If it were just the unvaccinated at this point then I guess those of us who are vaccinated and boosted could just sit back and hope Darwin was right. After all, if the NFL has to shut down because of Covid we’ll need something to cheer for. Right?

Unfortunately it’s not just the unvaccinated. Everyone is still at risk because those idiots refuse to get a jab (or three) in the arm. And with the death toll passing 800,000 in this country alone that seems pretty selfish and irresponsible to me.

And I guess I take this personally since one out of every 100 adults over 65 has already died from the virus.

I digress.

Anyway I just don’t get it. I don’t get why anyone would refuse to get a vaccine that is safe and will save their own life and the lives of others.

Someone once asked the writer Kurt Vonnegut what he was doing. His reply was that he was busy committing suicide by smoking cigarettes.

Maybe that’s the answer. Maybe those who refuse to get vaccinated are engaged in an elaborate scheme to commit suicide. Outside of sheer stupidity and ignorance is there any other explanation?

Oh, well. Looks like it is going to be a long winter.

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Rob Jewell

I’m Rob Jewell and I live and write in Woodland Park, Colorado, the City Above the Clouds. I've been fortunate. I worked for 29 years at BFGoodrich in Akron, Ohio. I started editing employee publications and ended as vice president of corporate communications. Then I started a public relations consulting company before becoming a full-time faculty member in the School of Journalism at Kent State University. I taught courses in writing, public relations and mass communication ethics. And I supervised a student-run public relations firm, called Flash Communications. During my tenure at Kent State I was honored to receive the university’s Outstanding Teaching Award. During most of this time I've been a dedicated runner. OK, jogger, if you take speed into consideration. But while my times are not much to write about, I was and am committed. For almost 30 years I ran at least 1,000 miles each year. (Except for one year when I tore my calf muscle playing tennis. So much for tennis.) Being on the road most mornings at 5 a.m. gave me some time to think. It also led to some amazing friendships that now span more than three decades. And my longtime love affair with running helped me shape my first novel, Then We Ran, which is available wherever electronic books are sold. And just so you don't think that all I did was work and run, I have other interests as well, many centering on family. My wife, Mary, was a successful and highly regarded career teacher in the Akron public schools. She now devotes her time and energy to a host of social and athletic activities in Woodland Park. My son, Brian, teaches at Cheyenne Mountain High School in Colorado Springs where he is also the head soccer coach. And my daughter, Jessica, has completed her doctorate at Kent State University where she is also an administrator with the Wick Poetry Center. I've done a lot of writing during my career -- but Jessica is the real writer in the family. I'll try not to make too many errors in this blog. I'm sure she'll be watching.

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