Good Weather to Kill a Bad Virus

The world has certainly learned some terribly costly lessons in having been stampeded hither and yon over the last months concerning the COVID-19 outbreak. If common sense can be brought to bear before any irreparable damage is done, many of them will be positive though.

It’s seen now, for example, that the World Health Organization (WHO), an adjunct of a United Nations that has spent the last few decades ceaselessly pillorying the state of Israel, is first dedicated to shilling for the political agenda of the enemies of the West and only secondarily concerned with the health of any citizen anywhere. The United States, stunned to find that the leadership of WHO has been dissembling from the very start of this crisis, lying in order to protect China while shockingly leaving the other two hundred nations of the world to whatever fate that may cause, has quite appropriately suspended all funding to this organization. That action has been a long time in coming and hopefully Israel and every other country having been nefariously betrayed by WHO will consider also refraining from funding an agency that holds them in such utter contempt as to aid and abet the spread of viral infections throughout their populations.

Yet another painfully obvious lesson in all this is one that has been forgotten and learned over and over again since the dawn of modern science in the 1500s. Contemporary civilization adheres to something called the “scientific method” for a reason. Without it the world is lost. It’s the only thing that stands between a sophisticated society and superstitions, trials by combat and fire, bloodletting, witch-hunting, miasmas and treatments by leeching.

The frenetic blundering and back-pedaling of politicians, scientists, doctors, and the media in recent weeks has been eye-opening and much of it hardly in concert with the scientific method or any other—from pronouncements that wearing a mask was useless to countermanding orders that wearing a mask is mandatory, from estimates that the virus was exponentially and disastrously more virulent than the flu to realizations that its potency is a full order of magnitude at least weaker than the fear-mongering scenario seemed to scream.

Those all-seeing alarmists, talking off the top of their heads and looking over their shoulders at their political handlers to make sure the powers that be were nodding in agreement, have seemed to take real glee in ripping the heart out of the economic, industrial, commercial and social fabric of the West. And we’ve seen enough of them and their charts, prophesies and nation-crushing lock-downs. Their cooked statistics and upside-down projections have mostly fallen flat. Prudent voices who aren’t apt to wildly predict and tend to err on the side of what we actually know aren’t looking to the talking heads in the press to bring an end to this bizarre episode in history. They’re banking on something else, something real and tangible: the weather.

There is a “season” for all respiratory viruses, just like influenza. COVID-19 is no exception. Notwithstanding whether it’s more or less virulent than the flu, in spite of its shape, chemistry or any other factor, this virus must obey the ideal gas laws and Newton’s gravitational constant. Even if it were from Mars it would be constrained to do so.

Respiratory viruses are expelled through the mouth from the lungs and throat and therefore are dispersed into the air jacketed within a microscopic droplet of moisture. In the cold, dry weather of winter that dollop of water immediately evaporates, freeing the viral unit from its heavy coating of water and allowing it to remain airborne, floating at the proper height to be inhaled by the next passerby.

In summer, on the other hand, the virus faces some daunting challenges in continuing to race through infected populations. Warm and humid weather doesn’t favor the spread. In these conditions the relatively heavy water shell around the virus doesn’t evaporate, clings to the viral unit, and gravity drags it down to the ground where it’s far less likely to be inhaled by the next potential victim.

Those eager to destroy the infrastructure of the West, however, aren’t interested in how this and every other virus should go away on its own as has been the case since Homo sapiens has been walking the planet. Their answer is to burn civilization down in order to stamp it out, and it’s incumbent on the rest of us to put an end to their self-destruction since their hoped-for mass die-off most certainly includes us.

Those peddling interminable quarantine suffer from the staggeringly blind delusion that the trillions of goods and services that keeps billions alive on this planet are all delivered by the food fairies. As it is, even if the world were to wake up and end its suicidal planetary lock-down immediately, there will still be quite a few people around the world who will die owing to the panic-mongering bungling of the last weeks–even as we finally wake up and rush to resuscitate the planet.

Countless people are going to be doomed to expire not from the virus, but from the entire world taking a bizarre months-long global house-arrest. Anyone, for example, caught in one of the dozens of armed conflicts around the world and fleeing warlords’ bands, or struggling desperately against malaria, famine and other maladies, isn’t going to receive any aid from anyone anywhere, obviously, and the result is going to be the only thing it can be: death. Electricity, food, shoes, coats, medicine, transportation and every other of the trillions of interconnected goods and services that make the uber-sophisticated world go around aren’t left under our pillows by winged deities waving wands.

That a supposedly modern population has become so pampered, gutless, intellectually weak and atrophied to have convinced themselves that without their own work they still won’t perish is truly astounding.