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It is easy to blame the media for everything. Go ahead and try, it’s simple. My current beef has nothing to do with fake news, but irritates me just as much.

Once a catchy sound bite is written it is carried by every outlet and repeater station no matter how misleading it is.

Which brings me to the coverage of the Delta variation of Covid-19.

The general news line goes something close to this:

“The Delta variant is ripping across the country….

The country is ravaged by the Delta infections…

Over 95% of new infections are caused by the Delta virus… “, and on and on.

This intentionally gives the listener the wrong impression altogether. The Delta variation is not causing hospitalizations and death in the US……

People that are eligible but not getting vaccinated are causing the increase in hospitalizations and death in the USA.

Quit saying it is because of Delta. The vaccines work for the original strain and this one too. All we have to do (if eligible) is get vaccinated. That’s all.

In fact, it might be tempting to blame the unvaccinated for allowing this and next variation to take hold in this country.

But that is just as easy as blaming the media.

Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It has begun
Hear the Pounding of the Drum.

There is no comprehension
No mere words could ever describe.
There is no excuse or reason
In a righteous man’s diatribe.

Left standing in a different world
So much life just swept away.
The worst pain is not physical
Like the memories from today.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It had begun long ago it is true
The Pounding of the Drum now heard from Beirut.

Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

© MSK 8-5-2020