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Keenan also delved into the idea of personal freedom and mask-wearing. "It's just an absurdity. We wear seatbelts. We don't smoke in trains, planes or taxis anymore, or even restaurants. There's reasons for those things," he said of those who reject masks or use the concept as a vehicle to project hate. "I don't know. I feel like there's this twist on the idea of personal freedom where somehow freedom is you being able to walk into anybody's house and take a dump on their meal or shout ugly things at their grandma. That's not what freedom is. Freedom is the ability to pursue your lifestyle, pursue what you want to do for your family, for your future, what education you want to get. And with that freedom comes a responsibility to look out for yourself, for your neighbor, for your family, for everybody. So there are some compromises that come along with freedom. I'm not sure why that's so difficult to grasp."
 

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Saw this one this morning - it's from WaPo but here's a link to a local site that's paywall free. Full text is below.

'The grief comes in waves': US Covid sceptic regrets throwing party that led to deaths
Eli Saslow
12:12, Oct 11 2020


OPINION: When US President Donald Trump got sick, I had this moment of déjà vu back to when I first woke up in the hospital. I know what it's like to be humiliated by this virus. I used to call it the "scamdemic." I thought it was an overblown media hoax.

I made fun of people for wearing masks. I went all the way down the rabbit hole and fell hard on my own sword, so if you want to hate me or blame me, that's fine. I'm doing plenty of that myself.

The party was my idea. That's what I can't get over. Well, I mean, it wasn't even a party - more like a get-together. There were just six of us, OK? My parents, my partner, and my partner's parents. We'd been locked down for months at that point in Texas, and the governor had just come out and said small gatherings were probably OK.

We're a close family, and we hadn't been together in forever. It was finally summer. I thought the worst was behind us. I was like: "Hell, let's get on with our lives. What are we so afraid of?"

Some people in my family didn't necessarily share all of my views, but I pushed it. I've always been out front with my opinions. I'm gay and I'm conservative, so either way I'm used to going against the grain.

I stopped trusting the media for my information when it went hard against Trump in 2016. I got rid of my cable. It's all opinion anyway, so I'd rather come up with my own. I find a little bit of truth here and a little there, and I pile it together to see what it makes.

I have about 4000 people in my personal network, and not one of them had gotten sick. Not one. You start to hear jokes about, you know, a skydiver jumps out of a plane without a parachute and dies of Covid-19. You start to think: "Something's really fishy here." You start dismissing and denying.

I told my family: "Come on. Enough already. Let's get together and enjoy life for once."

They all came for the weekend. We agreed not to do any of the distancing or worry much about it. I mean, I haven't seen my mother in months, and I'm not supposed to go up and hug her? Come on. We have a two-story house, so there was room for us to all stay here together. We all came on our own free will. It felt like something we needed. It had been months of doing nothing, feeling nothing, seeing no one, worrying about finances with this whole shutdown.

My partner had been sent home from his work. I'd been at the finish line of raising $3.5 million (NZ$5 million) for a new project, and that all evaporated overnight. I'd been feeling depressed and angry, and then it was like: "OK! I can breathe." We cooked nice meals. We watched a few movies. I played a few songs on my baby grand piano. We drove to a lake 97 kilometres outside of Dallas and talked and talked. It was nothing all that special. It was great. It was normal.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling a little iffy. I have a lot of issues with sleeping, and I thought that's probably what it was. I let everyone know: "I don't feel right, but I'm guessing it might be exhaustion." I was kind of achy. There was a weird vibration inside. I had a bug-eye feeling.

A few hours later, my partner was feeling a little bad, too. Then my parents. Then my father-in-law got sick the next day, after he'd already left and gone to Austin to witness the birth of his first grandchild. I have no idea which one of us brought the virus into the house, but all six of us left with it. It kept spreading from there.

I told myself it wouldn't be that bad. "It's the flu. It's basically just the flu." I didn't have the horrible cough you keep hearing about. My breathing never got too terrible. My fever peaked for like one day at 37 degrees Celsius, which is nothing - barely worth mentioning. "All right. I got this. See? It was nothing." But then some of the other symptoms started to get wild. I was sweating profusely. I would wake up in a pool of sweat.

I had this tingling feeling all over my body, this radiating kind of pain. Do you remember those old space heaters that you'd plug in, and the red lines would light up and glow? I felt like that was happening inside my bones. I was burning from the inside out. I was buzzing. I was dizzy. I couldn't even turn my head around to look at the TV. I felt like my eyeballs were in a fishbowl, just bopping around. I rubbed Icy Hot all over my head. It was nonstop headaches and sweating for probably about a week - and then it just went away. I got some of my energy back.

I had a few really good days. I started working on projects around the house. I was thinking: "OK. That's it. Pretty bad, but not so terrible. I beat it. I managed it. Nothing worth shutting down the entire world over." Then one day I was walking up the stairs, and all of the sudden, I couldn't breathe. I screamed and fell flat on my face. I blacked out. I woke up a while later in the ER, and 10 doctors were standing around me in a circle. I was lying on the table after going through a CT scan. The doctors told me the virus had attacked my nervous system. They'd given me some medications that stopped me from having a massive stroke. They said I was minutes away.

I stayed in the hospital for three days, trying to get my mind around it. It was guilt, embarrassment, shame. I thought: "OK. Maybe now I've paid for my mistake." But it kept getting worse.

Six infections turned into nine. Nine went up to 14. It spread from one family member to the next, and it was like each person caught a different strain. My mother-in-law got it and never had any real symptoms. My father is 78, and he went to get checked out at the hospital, but for whatever reasons, he seemed to recover really fast. My father-in-law nearly died in his living room and then ended up in the same hospital as me on the exact same day. His mother was in the room right next to him because she was having trouble breathing. They were lying there on both sides of the wall, fighting the same virus, and neither of them ever knew the other one was there. She died after a few weeks. On the day of her funeral, five more family members tested positive.

My father-in-law's probably my best friend. It's an unconventional relationship. He's 52, only nine years older than me, and we hit it off right away. He runs a construction company, and I would tag along on his jobs and ride with him around Dallas. I've been through a lot in my life - from food stamps to Ferraris and then back again - so I could tell a good story and make him laugh. He builds these 20,000-square-foot custom homes, but he'd been renting his whole life. We decided to go in together on 10 acres outside Dallas, and he was finally getting ready to build his own house. We'd already done the plumbing and gotten streets built on the property. We'd planted 50 pecans and oaks to give the property some shade. He had his blueprints all drawn up. It was all he wanted to talk about.

He was on supplemental oxygen, but the doctors kept reducing the amount he was getting. They thought he was getting better. He was still making jokes, so I wasn't all that worried. He told me: "They've got you upstairs in the Cadillac rooms because you're White, but all of us Mexicans are still down here in the ER." I got sent home, and I had a lot of guilt about leaving him there. I called him at the hospital, and I was like: "I'm going to come bust you out Mission Impossible style." He said he preferred El Chapo style. We were laughing so hard. I hung up, and a few hours later I got a call from my mother-in-law. She was hysterical. She could barely speak. She said one of his lungs had collapsed and the other was filling with fluid. They put him on a ventilator, and he lay there on life support for six or seven weeks. There was never any goodbye. He was just gone. It's like the world swallowed him up. We could only have 10 people at the funeral, and I didn't make that list.

I break down sometimes, but mostly I'm empty. Am I glad to be alive? I don't know. I don't know how to answer that.

There's no relief. This virus, I can't escape it. It's torn up our family. It's all over my Facebook. It's the election. It's Trump. It's what I keep thinking about. How many people would have gotten sick if I'd never hosted that weekend? One? Maybe two? The grief comes in waves, but that guilt just sits.

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Getting real fucking tired of reading these.
To the point where if I'm totally honest, I don't feel any real sympathy for this guy or any of the other multitude of stories exactly like it. They're all so wearyingly similar.

Guy thinks 'dark forces' in the world went to staggering lengths to fake a global pandemic for reasons. Guy doesn't take basic fucking precautions during said pandemic, all the while smugly patting himself on the back for how totes smort he is. Guy and his loved ones get covid. Guy gets crazy sick and nearly dies. Loved ones not so lucky. Guy pens tale about how 'No, really, you guys, Covid is actually real wow I feel really dumb now and I wish I'd listened to the freely available information about how to keep myself and everyone around me safe, I wish I'd done that instead of falling for transparently dumb conspiracy theories and jerking myself off over how dumb everyone is except me, damn, hubris is a bitch."

I honestly don't feel sad for him. Like I know I should to a point, but I just don't. At all. The fuck did he think was going to happen? The part that made me angriest is where he says that none of his 4k social media contacts had it, so it wasn't real to him. Sucks that his tiny pea brain thinks that 4,000 people is a big number when this shit is GLOBAL. Oh, and he doesn't watch the news cause its all fake. Sucks that you lost lived ones because you were too fucking fragile and blind to listen to sources because they are critical of your cult leader. Too bad. Might have learned something.

Oh, and at no point in this guys public pity party does he ever mention or even appear to consider that his sociopathically selfish and dumb actions might have killed or affected anyone outside his bubble of people he cares about. I don't even know if it's occurred to him that people other than his mother and father in law may have died because of him.

Fuck this guy. Fuck anyone who thinks like him. If you're reading this and it applies to you, please take this personally: fuck you too.
 

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Officials are tracking coronavirus infections and deaths, but Frieden said those numbers may be too small.
The true number of coronavirus deaths in the United States is well over a quarter million, Frieden said Saturday.
 

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Those 20k people are personally accountable for their death.
I dunno about this - no set of precautions are perfect. A reasonable person taking all steps to ensure their safety is not accountable for the actions of others.

People who call covid a Scamdemic or Plandemic and take no precautions on the other hand? Absolutely. People wanna fuck around and play Rona Roulette I shed no tears and lose no sleep for them.
 

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I dunno about this - no set of precautions are perfect. A reasonable person taking all steps to ensure their safety is not accountable for the actions of others.

People who call covid a Scamdemic or Plandemic and take no precautions on the other hand? Absolutely. People wanna fuck around and play Rona Roulette I shed no tears and lose no sleep for them.
Sorry, I hope that came across as snark. It was intended to sarcastically blame the victim in the voice of @Dimson. I think very few people are genuinely responsible for their illness and I believe that, even if you didn't wear a mask, that the actions of others have significant impact on you in these times.

That said, I agree that Scamdemic and Plandemic folks don't have anyone else to blame.
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What a dipshit. We have a dipshit for president.
Yes. BUT the more I think about this, the more I believe that his base would have gone nuts for it.
 

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Sorry, I hope that came across as snark. It was intended to sarcastically blame the victim in the voice of @Dimson. I think very few people are genuinely responsible for their illness and I believe that, even if you didn't wear a mask, that the actions of others have significant impact on you in these times.

That said, I agree that Scamdemic and Plandemic folks don't have anyone else to blame.
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Yes. BUT the more I think about this, the more I believe that his base would have gone nuts for it.
My bad mate I misread that as serious!
 

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Looks like my estimate of 50,000 extra bodies was a little light according to Boston University:


BU researchers: number of pandemic-related deaths is 36 percent higher than reported, with disadvantaged communities hit even harder than thought

36% of 200,000 is 72,000.
 

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Looks like my estimate of 50,000 extra bodies was a little light according to Boston University:





36% of 200,000 is 72,000.
I feel like in the future, especially if this stretches multiple years, people will resort back to estimating based on the national death rate minus the prominent flu strain. It just seems like all our methods of ordinary counting don't work.
 

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I feel like in the future, especially if this stretches multiple years, people will resort back to estimating based on the national death rate minus the prominent flu strain. It just seems like all our methods of ordinary counting don't work.
That would heavily depend on what the estimations were done for. For rough estimations of mortality, that technique may suffice, but for exploratory data analysis that would induce substantial bias into the modeling.

I'd argue that even if the surveillance methods generated underrepresented results, it would be best to utilize that data perhaps in conjunction with the differential between Expected deaths and observed deaths. Analyzing the differential to determine if the variance in deaths can be explained by the confirmed deaths from the specific illnesses.
 
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