The Story of the Little Governor Who Cried Surge, by Joe Doakes
Once there was a Governor named Timmy. He had a fine house and many servants, but he was bored. “I know,” he thought, “I’ll cause some excitement. That’ll be fun.”
So Timmy ran through the streets yelling “Curve! Curve! We’re all gonna die!” People panicked and bought hand sanitizer, toilet paper and bottled water. But they did not die.
Timmy laughed and laughed. But then he got bored again. He ran through the streets again, yelling “Covid! Covid! We’re all gonna die!” People panicked and worked from home. They wore masks. They ate take-out food. But they did not die.
Timmy laughed and laughed. But then he got bored again. He ran through the streets a third time, yelling “Cases! Cases! We’re all gonna die.” But the people had read the headlines. They knew there were many new Covid cases but hospitalizations had fallen and nobody died. The people did not panic.
Timmy was furious. This was no fun. He argued with the people. “We’re on the edge of a cliff. As cases spread, hospitalizations will rise and people will die, in a surge! A massive surge! I warned you all Spring that it was coming in May, could be June, or possibly July. We got lucky in August but now it’s September and look out! The Surge! The Surge! We’re all gonna die in The Surge!”
But the people turned away. They threw their silly masks in the rubbish bins. They went to weddings for young people starting a new life. They went to funerals for old people ending a long life. They went to backyard bar-b-ques with friends to celebrate the good life. The did not listen to Little Timmy at all.
And Little Timmy cried and cried.
In much of the Metro today, it pretty much is a children’s story. More later.