To visit New York State, most Americans are required to fill out an absurdly invasive, two-sided form. On the form the visitor swears that he will self-quarantine for two weeks. Having flown in to Buffalo last week from one of the naughty states–Missouri–I had no choice. Our flight had about 20 people on board, but two officials adults were waiting at 9:00 p.m. on a Sunday night to collect our forms when we disembarked. No one got beyond them without showing his or her letters of transit.
Among the more pointless questions asked was in which seat was I sitting. I cannot imagine who reads these forms or what health officials do with the information, but in a state that is both broke and broken, there has to be a better way to spend taxpayer money. I shared my sentiments about this data collection on the form. “Under protest,” I wrote, “self-destructive, wasteful, oppressive.” Perhaps because of my obvious lack on enthusiasm for fascism, no one has contacted me since.
According to Gov. Cuomo’s executive order–the state is run now by executive order–even those who drive into New York State from one of the thirty or so naughty states must fill out a form. This the visitor can do on line before leaving. I talked to a person who did just that. The State contacts him every day to check on his progress. He was given a choice of call or text. He chose text. On the right is what he is asked every day of his stay.
At the beginning, he was asked if he needed any help with food or medicine. I asked whether the State delivered pizza. My friend chose not to inquire. He was afraid they might.
I actually know very nice people who have this sign posted in their yards and fail to understand why their very nice neighbors think it insulting. Let me explain. As Jesus himself said–and who would disagree?–“Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them.” The people in this house may not even be practicing righteousness. They are merely claiming to practice it and insisting that their claims be seen. Then too, they imply that their sign-less neighbors are less righteous. Worse, the righteousness devolves down to a series of cliches, most of which the sign poster him or her or zherself did not believe, say, 20 years ago. Finally, alas, there is no cliche to cover the 2,000 unborn American babies–half of them female, a third of them black–killed legally each day whose lives do not apparently matter to the sign posters a whit. Sorry, neighbor, but there is nothing kind about the sign at all.