An analogy for a Sunday morning...
So you walk into one of those old fashioned department stores like Macy’s or Gimbels or Wanamaker‘s or Lit Brothers or Bamberger‘s, and you mosey on down to the kitchen section and noticed that there are thousands upon thousands of glasses displayed. All kinds of Libby glasses, crystal glasses, Wine glasses, highball glasses, champagne flutes, Ice tea and lemonade glasses, milk glasses glasses for small children, all kinds. All of a sudden the ceiling collapses over all of those glasses, Shattering them all by the thousands. The noise and the cacophony is almost beyond belief and seems to go on forever. Finally, it stops and you have been witness to a small catastrophe to which you will someday attest was one of the most remarkable experiences of your lifetime. Fortunately no one is hurt and you and the store people and the other customers stand in wonderment and stare at all the shattered Glassware and remark to each other how the sound and the fury and the impact of this event is remarkable. And then you begin to watch the store personnel run around, clean up, worry, fret, discuss the business ramifications of the event, the loss of merchandise, the near-injury or death of individuals who were standing near to the event. But you as a bystander are largely unaffected. You watch as the store manager comes rushing in, pale and breathless, the sales people from different departments come, the maintenance people, the construction people who work in the building; you stand there for a little while and then you walk quietly out of the building with another story to tell the children and the grandchildren. Within a few minutes you go about your business almost as though nothing had happened. You are completely unaffected physically and emotionally by the incident. Everyone you know including you is safe sound and functioning in your world. Life does, in every way, go on.
The incident is this Pandemic, the Observer is Trump.
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