The bats are back in the wet markets of China. The soup, the stir fry, raw. In my kitchen, a slow cooked beef roast simmers in a crockpot, whole carrots and red potatoes, tender in the hot juices. Overnight it was made perfect, time did it's thing. Real meat, not bats.
The statistics are everywhere. Ratios, percentages, testing access, ventilator capacity, mask stockpiles, survival rates, mortality odds, confirmed deaths, age groups. Sliced, compared, graphed, used, all the numbers will be exploited by the political professionals. Only two sides to join, however, for professionals anyway. They will twist from their homes. Double free agents are rare.
The Rona is indifferent, indiscriminate, and invisible. Keep your distance, outside the perimeter. Sneezes can travel 10 yards. Reporting from the rose garden, with the doctors and business leaders, and others. Fear the rose garden podium microphone, the microphone could be infected, it could be full of The Rona, that microphone gets spit on daily by multiple people. Wind's picking up, it's hairspray weather in DC.