I am just going outside, and it might be some time....drop by drop.

 When one reads history, one does not live through it...and right now, we are living through it, and it is hell.

As I type this, I just got word that people with the people who support the present administration have successfully blocked the Whitestone Bridge going into Brooklyn. Earlier this day, the stopped traffic on the Garden State Parkway and other places. Please note that this is happening when they believe they can have another four more years of this. All this week, the United States has been averaging about a thousand deaths a day from the virus, while the present administration is literally saying that it is almost gone. The only voice of reason out there is Dr. Fauci who has stated many times recently that, "we are in for a world of hurt in the days and weeks ahead."

In about thirty hours, it will be election day here in the United States and things are not looking good. Businesses in major cities have been told by their insurance companies to put plywood over their storefronts. This ominous visual is usually only seen before a hurricane, but now it is before an election. I cannot stress enough how this day was always and forever boring. There may have been some slight rumble of change in the air, but this, what we have now, is over the top and we have slid into what I have only seen happen in other countries far away. But now, it is us and we must live through it, drop by drop.

Here in new Jersey, things are not as bad as they were at their worst, but everyone has fatigue from the pandemic. The only remote cure for this is, alas, another major hit of the virus and many deaths. People forget and want what they want and it all goes to hell. This does not surprise me, as human nature never changes unless forced to for a short time. My life was literally ruined by the pandemic and I am doing the only thing I can: stay inside. 

The title of this blog post is from Lawrence Oates, an explorer who was on the tragic mission of Captain Scott to the South Pole. To make a long story short, when the crew finally made it to the pole, they saw that others had got there first. On the way back, they had many problems and Captain Lawrence Oates had gotten frostbite and gangrene. Food was scarce and, in order to not burden his fellow explorers so they could survive, he got dressed and went out into the arctic night during a blizzard. before he left, he went to Scott's tent and said, "I am just going outside, and it might be sometime..." He basically killed himself with the hope that them not carrying him  would allow the others a better chance of living.

Okay, fine, I am not going to stopwriting this buw...

I am not sure how or when i will continue this. What lays before me in the unknown soon-to-be is not good. I cannot even think of finding a Camus concept from "The Plague" to tie this together. In the end, however, it ties in perfectly with Camus and rebellion. That i where we are at now,  point of true rebellion. And, it sucks.

So, if anyone reads this and there are no more posts, I extend to you my deepest gratitude for taking the time to care enough to read this. I hope it was a clear testimony to what has happened. I, like Dr. Rieux, did my best to be honest and objective. Take what I have said as words as honest as they can get, for I served them and no one else. That was, and shall forever be,the gift of Camus.

The day of the election is closing in....

I am just going outside, and it might be some time....

May I speak to you sll before too long.