really? I can’t go out to dinner, shop at my favorite fabric store, send my child to school with her friends or go to a baseball game. I have to stand i. lines outside stores u til someone leaves to satisfy an arbitrary number that some politician decided is safe to be in a store at once. I can’t het my hair cut or nails done. I could t ate d my granddaughters baptism or go to church on Easter. Or this morning for that matter. I can’t go for my Moms 80th birthday. What rock do you live under?
I can. Maybe you should move.
Maybe you should vote for leaders who are not idiots.
Thats not “our” fault. You get angry at the people who posted early articles and said this was going to be bad. Get ready, we said. Be prepared, we said. They are shutting down China....”
And you gave us a hard time. You bullied us. You called us names. YOU called me names.
You chose to ignore it. You chose your leaders. Suck it up and live with it. Or revolt.
You have not chosen wisely since this whole thing started. Now you whine like little babies.
Grow up.
He doesn’t do anything, anyway, I guess.