Ron opines.

Blog question today is . . . “Is the cure worse than the disease and is Trump in on the plot?”

Here’s my answer:

Wow! Loaded question alert.

O.K. First of all, with my pulmonary history, I’m likely a goner if the stuff gets into my system. But, I’ve had a good run, and you can’t just sit and worry about dying, ‘cause it’s gonna happen sooner or later no matter WHAT you do.

Now, that said, I don’t believe this is all a big plot of some kind . . . merely a mutation of a bug in bats that mastered the cross-species long jump. And believe me . . . the conspiracy theories are out there.

The most heinous is that it’s all a mechanism for culling the elderly population to reduce their drain on social services and benefits programs: i.e., they no longer contribute, and they drive up costs for health care and pension plans, so let’s get rid of ‘em.

And the second most scary, based on an existing paradigm, is Agenda 21, which a whole lotta people are in favor of – put people in kennels and corrals, preferably vertical ones, to preserve the environment: no individual travel, work from home, eat synthetic food, all that stuff.

Sometimes I get this ominous Twilight Zone tingle in which a fuzzy black-and-white déjà vu fragment pops into my consciousness of armed guys in uniform saying, “Don’t worry . . . we have a vaccine now, so get in the boxcar so we can take you for a nice disinfectant shower.”

Meanwhile, Pelosi and Rahm and Schumer and Clyburn as giddily pushing their own progressive wishlist, extorting the crisis by putting riders on relief legislation, riders which have absolutely nothing to do with remedying or preventing a recurrence of the infection.

It’s as if the virus has morphed again . . . this time into a stepstool giving libs just enough reach to get into the cookie jar while Mom’s busy tryin to sweep the cockroaches out of the kitchen.

I mean, good grief! “People are dying! We need nurses, hospitals, ventilators, medicines. Quick – let’s fund the Kennedy Center!!”

Of course it could turn out to be a blessing in some convoluted ways, such as showing people what life would be like in a socialist state where the shelves are empty and only the rich and powerful get the ventilators and hydroxychloroquine.

And . . . given a second term with even the slightest support from Congress, DJT might be successful in reviving domestic production of a whole lotta stuff we’ve become totally dependent upon east Asia for in the past 50 years.

No, I don’t b’lieve it’s all some kind of plot . . . merely the result of really bad judgment by Chairman Xi on how to handle the WetBat Lung Rot and the WHO, who were completely hoodwinked by his lies.

Throwing water into the fire under the boiler of the strongest economy this nation has seen since WWII was like the coach sticking his foot out and tripping the running back headed for a certain touchdown.

I am NOT confident that the US economy can recover completely. It’s like the docs told me about my frozen shoulder problem: We can repair it surgically, but you’ll never quite regain full strength, and you’ll very likely lose some range of motion.

And even if we get the vaccine and it all comes back on line before the stuff re-emerges next fall, it’s as if DJT personally developed a cure for cancer but the fraudstream media excoriates him for putting health-care personnel out of work.

In fact, that’s already happened in Nevada and Michigan with his comments on anti-malarial medicines, n’est ce-pas?