The Word Of The Day Is Hantavirus

A cousin mines the internet for memes, which he delivers in daily email “dumps” as he calls them, sometimes multiple “dumps.”

His meme bowels are working just fine of late. I note an increase in memes having to do, ironically, with hantavirus.

And the cynics see the fine hand of the left, trying to elevate a minor disease outbreak into a global event that, to borrow from the words of John Galt, the protagonist in Ayn Rand’s classic “Atlas Shrugged,” stops the world from turning on its axis.

I’m sure it is mere coincidence that these manufactured panics seem to coincide neatly with election years.

How long until they make up a random personal distance number, as they did with COVID-19? Already, I see some are screaming in public places that we all should be masked up to prevent the spread of this horrid disease.

All this despite the fact that there are serious statistical reports that masks did little or nothing to rein in COVID-19. Worse, we’ve known this even involving the 1918 outbreak of Spanish Flu. Instead of halting that pandemic, filthy masks may have produced additional deaths due to respiratory disease the masks helped incubate.

So it was with the COVID-19 great masking, which proved to do little beyond making the wearers feel smug and superior. Two lasting memories are burned into my mind from that hysterical overreaction, those being maskholes crossing the street to avoid me while I was out walking – unmasked – and similarly delusional types driving past in their cars, alone, wearing their masks as badges of honor.

Hopefully, those people were past the reproductive stages of their lives.

The topic of COVID vaccine hysteria came up last week as I was breaking in yet another personal care physician – a family doctor.

I told her of my experience with her predecessor on the subject and assuring him back then that if I had a 96 percent likelihood of surviving, even if I contracted the disease, I would take my chances rather than gladly have an unproven vaccine injected into me, with the manufacturers granted immunity from legal action should it prove to be harmful.

COVID visited my body at least twice and as I’m currently typing away, obviously I survived, without the vaccine.

I long have been familiar with the hantavirus ailment. You probably forgot, or didn’t notice, that it was the listed cause of death in the high-profile passing of the wife of actor Gene Hackman, who himself died from the more pedestrian heart disease and Alzheimer’s.

That was in early 2025, too late to influence an election, so it was spared feverish headline promotion.

I used to be a fan of the TV series “Roadkill” in which the hosts went around resurrecting old cars. Frequently, said cars were filled with rodent nests and feces from same, and the hosts would joke about reactivating hantavirus as they power-washed the vehicle interiors.

The latest hantavirus outbreak is reported to have begun when tourists visited a rat-infested South American garbage dump in pursuit of bird pictures and inhaled aerosolized rodent urine or droppings. They returned to their cruise ship and passed it along.

Never having visited a dump trying to snap pictures of Tweety, or taken a cruise of any description, I feel pretty safe from the hantavirus scourge.

You should, too. But, if you are a member of the radical left, feel free to parade around in your useless masks and avoid human contact for, say, a year. And for God’s sake, don’t take the chance of voting, even by mail.