Not a single case of wuhan coronavirus. No need for respirators or Bill Gates’ non-working flu vaccines–which increase morbidity among old people who take them and have been known not to work for over fifteen years now despite the big pharm mantra. (https://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/02/health/02flu.html)

“So Dagny, do you think those China loving liberals in DC have learned their lesson?”

Dagny turned, looked at John Galt and smiled.

“What do you think? They will not bite the mouth that feeds them even if it’s killing off their families and neighbors. Political power and money is their god. They will serve those masters till the day they die, because they have no marketable skills and being shills, feeds them.”

Galt turned off the holo-projector that was delivering the depressing vision of Doctor Fauci, all five feet of him, declaring models were only as good as the data put into them.

“They really don’t understand anything. It’s like they’re living in the 5th century! Stand six feet apart? Wear masks? With just one prescribed treatment they could stop the virus in its tracks.”

Dagny nodded, her short blond hair flowed freely across her sun-kissed cheeks.

“True. Or if they knew that viruses were electronic and could be short circuited and *canceled* out and destroyed with a simple electromagnetic field oscillating at a specific frequency. They may not discover this for hundreds of years because their liberal infested universities only focus and fund research that further identity politics, and have corrupted science”

Henry Rearden got up from the luxurious, yet simple chairs that surrounded this lounge area and walked over to John and Dagny.

“Hey at least they have Elon Musk building lithium bombs for them to drive around in!”

Laughter rolled across the room as all knew the deadly truth of the poorly designed Tesla motorcars and their penchant for incinerating its owner in an inextinguishable lithium laced inferno.

Francisco d’Anconia chimed in.

“Perhaps the ‘enlightened’ liberals let their homeless defecate on the street, shoot up and steal $950 without consequence, will have children smarter than they are? Children who learned from their ignorance?”

More laughter ensued. All knew this was just as unlikely as Greta Thunberg being able to define a cumulus cloud or a hydrometer.

The night rolled on and as night fell, the ceiling opened up to view the heavens through a glass ceiling made of the new Rearden transparent titanium. Starlight streamed down from all across the galaxy to provide a charming illumination on them all.

“We really do have a star chamber, don’t we?” said Ragnar Danneskjold with a hint of malice.

Dagny raised her glass,

“To the star chamber!”

The clinking glasses and starlight sparkling off them made quite a sight.

https://www.public.asu.edu/~cajsa/eng200_fall07/The%20Masque%20of%20the%20Red%20Death.pdf

He wrote this while his wife was dying of tuberculosis. She was his cousin and they married when he was 26 and she was 16.

Thanks for reminding me of this story, hank. It’s starting to get attention on other platforms.

Could this really be the beginning of the much-anticipated Act Five?

Or perhaps the proper metaphor is Thucydides, not Poe. After the disastrous failure of the Sicilian Expedition, and the unravelling of their overseas empire, the Athenians retreat behind their impregnable city walls to watch helplessly as the Spartans march up and down their
country, burning everything in sight.

And just when things couldn’t look any worse…plague breaks out in the city.