Whenever I see someone on Facebook declare they’re going to exercise their rights and break the stay-in-place order, I feel like we’re all on the same airplane in mid-flight, and some drunkard has decided to rip open the emergency exit and leap out because they just can’t take it anymore.
Please don’t. We’re all just sitting here, in equal discomfort, and I’d rather not be sucked out and fall 30,000 feet to the ground behind you. Order another drink, buckle in, and try to relax. With the rest of us.
The truth is, I’ve already heard of at least one gang of folks, pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes, and gathering together to frolic in secret protest. “To hell with the Governor,” they say. “I wanna party!”
Today, more than one of them is quarantined, and rest are secretly advising the folks they’ve come into contact with that they’ve been exposed to COVID-19.
Looks like we’re all invited to the party now.
I get that you’re an American. So am I, and we’re all in this together. And it feels like one fundamental tie that binds us is the notion of “don’t tread on me.” Exercise your rights, but don’t impinge on mine in the process. That would be decidedly un-American, and impolite.
Be a good citizen. Play by the rules. When this is over, and we’ve survived, then we shall party.