Under pressure.
Saturday, March 14th, 2020
It’s the first Saturday night under, well, what is it? The self-quarantine…? The stay-home-and-be-socially-separate? The flatten-the-curve via binge watching and assiduous hand-washing (because that’s really all individuals can do at this point)?
And in the real world as much as on the never-ending scroll of social media, the cracks are beginning to show. After just a couple of days. The looks on people’s faces at the Trader Joes here in Midtown when cashiers told them that they could only buy one package of toilet paper per customer. The rage against GOP machinations and, frankly, ineptitude that caused otherwise well-behaved Democrats to wish the illness on callus politicians who obstructed and cut budgets.
People (apparently) boiling over in frustration and taking that out by pouring it into a series of mean, hostile, dangerous tweets. Young people taking shots at the old, and vice-versa.
The best of what human beings can be? Ah, I think not.
But then someone tweets “great double feature on Turner Classic Movies. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (and) All The President’s Men.”
And the wave of online vitriol subsides for a few minutes.
