Thursday, March 26, 2020

The Parable from Language in thought and action by S.I. Hayakawa



A Semantic Parable 

Once upon a time (said the Professor), there were two small 
communities, spiritually as well as geographically situated at a con- 
siderable distance from each other. They had, however, these prob- 
lems in common: Both were hard hit by a depression, so that in 
each of the towns there were about one hundred heads of families 
unemployed. There was, to be sure, enough food, enough clothing, 
enough materials for housing, but these families simply did not 
have money to procure these necessities. 


The city fathers of A-town, the first community, were substantial 
businessmen, moderately well educated, good to their families, kind- 
hearted, and* sound-thinking. The unemployed tried hard, as un- 
employed people usually do, to find jobs; but the situation did not 
improve. The city fathers, as well as the unemployed themselves, 
had been brought up to believe that there is always enough work 
for everyone, if you only look for it hard enough. Comforting them- 
selves with this doctrine, the city fathers could have shrugged their 
shoulders and turned their backs on the problem, except for the 
fact that they were genuinely kindhearted men. They could not 
bear to see the unemployed men and their wives and children starv- 
ing. In order to prevent starvation, they felt that they had to provide 
these people with some means of sustenance. Their principles told 
them, nevertheless, that if people were given something for nothing, 
it would demoralize their character. Naturally this made the city 
fathers#even more unhappy, because they were faced with the hor- 
rible choice of (i) letting the unemployed starve, or (2) destroying 
their moral character. 


The solution they finally hit upon, after much debate and soul- 
searching, was this. They decided to give the unemployed families 
relief of fifty dollars a month; but to insure against the pauperiza- 
tion of the recipients, they decided that this fifty dollars was to be 
accompanied by a moral lesson, to wit: the obtaining of the assist- 



A SEMANTIC PARABLE 

ance would be made so difficult, humiliating, and disagreeable that 
there would be no temptation for anyone to go through the process 
unless it was absolutely necessary; the moral disapproval of the 
community would be turned upon the recipients of the money at 
all times in such a way that they would try hard to get of? relief 
and regain their self-respect. Some even proposed that people on 
relief be denied the vote, so that the moral lesson would be more 
deeply impressed upon them. Others suggested that their names be 
published at regular intervals in the newspapers, so that there would 
be a strong incentive to get off relief. The city fathers had enough 
faith in the goodness of human nature to expect that the recipients 
would be grateful, since they were getting something for nothing, 
something which they hadn’t worked for. 


When the plan was put into operation, however, the recipients 
of the relief checks proved to be an ungrateful, ugly bunch. They 
seemed to resent the cross-examinations and inspections at the hands 
of the relief investigators, who, they said, took advantage of a man’s 
misery to snoop into every detail of his private life. In spite of uplift- 
ing editorials in A-town Tribune telling them how grateful they 
ought to be, the recipients of the relief refused to learn any moral 
lessons, declaring that they were “just as good as anybody else.” 
When, for example, they permitted themselves the rare luxury of 
a movie or an evening of bingo, their neighbors looked at them 
sourly as if to say, “I work hard and pay my taxes just in order to 
support loafers like you in idleness and pleasure.” This attitude, 
which was fairly characteristic of those members of the community 
who still had jobs, further embittered the relief recipients, so that 
they showed even less gratitude as time went on and were con- 
stantly on the lookout for insults, real or imaginary, from people 
who might think that they weren’t as good as anybody else.* A num- 
ber of them took to moping all day long, to thinking that their 
lives had been failures; one or two even committed suicide. Others 
found that it was hard to look their wives and kiddies in the face, 
because they had failed to provide. They all found it difficult to 
maintain their club and fraternal relationships, since they could 
not help feeling that their fellow citizens despised them for having 
sunk so low. Their wives, too, were unhappy for the same reasons 


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and gave up their social activities. Children whose parents were on 
relief felt inferior to classmates whose parents were not public 
charges. Some of these children developed inferiority complexes 
which affected not only their grades at school, but their careers after 
graduation. Several other relief recipients, finally, felt they could 
stand their loss of self-respect no longer and decided, after many 
efforts to gain honest jobs, to earn money by their own efforts, 
even if they had to go in for robbery. They did so and were caught 
and sent to the state penitentiary. 


The depression, therefore, hit A-town very hard. The relief policy 
had averted starvation, no doubt, but suicide, personal quarrels, un- 
happy homes, the weakening of social organizations, the maladjust- 
ment of children, and, finally, crime, had resulted. The town was 
divided in two, the “haves” and the “have-nots,” so that there was 
class hatred. People shook their heads sadly and declared that it all 
went to prove over again what they had known from the beginning, 
that giving people something for nothing inevitably demoralizes 
their character. The citizens of A-town gloomily waited for prosper- 
ity to return, with less and less hope as time went on. 


The story of the other community, B-ville, was entirely different. 
B-ville was a relatively isolated town, too far out of the way to be 
reached by Rotary Club speakers and university extension services. 
One of the aldermen, however, who was something of an economist, 
explained to his fellow aldermen that unemployment, like sickness, 
accident, fire, tornado, or death, hits unexpectedly in modern society, 
irrespective of the victim’s merits or deserts. He went on to say that 
B-ville’s homes, parks, streets, industries, and everything else B-ville 
was proud of had been built in part by the work of these same 
people who were now unemployed. He then proposed to apply a 
principle of insurance: If the work these unemployed people had 
previously done for the community could be regarded as a form of 
premium paid to the community against a time of misfortune, pay- 
ments now made to them to prevent their starvation could be re- 
garded as insurance claims. He therefore proposed that all men of 
good repute who had worked in the community in whatever line 
of useful endeavor, whether as machinists, clerks, or bank managers, 
be regarded as citizen policyholders, having claims against the city 


A SEMANTIC PARABLE 



in the case of unemployment for fifty dollars a month until such 
time as they might again be employed. Naturally, he had to talk 
very slowly and patiently, since the idea was entirely new to his 
fellow aldermen. But he described his plan as a “straight business 
proposition,” and finally they were persuaded. They worked out 
the details as to the conditions under which citizens should be re- 
garded as policyholders in the city’s social insurance plan to every- 
body’s satisfaction and decided to give checks for fifty dollars a 
month to the heads of each of B-ville’s indigent families. 


B-ville’s claim adjusters, whose duty it was to investigate the 
claims of the citizen policyholders, had a much better time than 
A-town’s relief investigators. While the latter had been resentfully 
regarded as snoopers, the former, having no moral lesson to teach 
but simply a business transaction to carry out, treated their clients 
with businesslike courtesy and got the same amount of information 
as the relief investigators with considerably less difficulty. There 
were no hard feelings. It further happened, fortunately, that news 
of B-ville’s plans reached a liberal newspaper editor in the big city 
at the other end of the state. This writer described the plan in a 
leading feature story headed “B-VILLE LOOKS AHEAD. Great 
Adventure in Social Pioneering Launched by Upper Valley Com- 
munity.” As a result of this publicity, inquiries about the plan began 
to come to the city hall even before the first checks were mailed out. 
This led, naturally, to a considerable feeling of pride on the part of 
the aldermen, who, being boosters, felt that this was a wonderful op- 
portunity to put B-ville on the map. 


Accordingly, the aldermen decided that instead of simply mailing 
out the checks as they had originally intended, they would publicly 
present the first checks at a monster civic ceremony. They invited 
the governor of the state, who was glad to come to bolster J>is none- 
too-enthusiastic support in that locality, the president of the state 
university, the senator from their district, and other functionaries. 
They decorated the National Guard armory with flags and got out 
the American Legion Fife and Drum Corps, the Boy Scouts, and 
other civic organizations. At the big celebration, each family to re- 
ceive a social insurance check was marched up to the platform to 
receive it, and the governor and the mayor shook hands with each 


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of them as they came trooping up in their best clothes. Fine speeches 
were made; there was much cheering and shouting; pictures of the 
event showing the recipients of the checks shaking hands with the 
mayor, and the governor patting the heads of the children, were 
published not only in the local papers but also in several metro- 
politan picture sections. 


Every recipient of these insurance checks had a feeling, therefore, 
that he had been personally honored, that he lived in a wonderful 
little town, and that he could face his unemployment with greater 
courage and assurance, since his community was back of him. The 
men and women found themselves being kidded in a friendly way 
by their acquaintances for having been “up there with the big 
shots,” shaking hands with the governor, and so on. The children 
at school found themselves envied for having had their pictures in 
the papers. All in all, B-ville’s unemployed did not commit suicide, 
were not haunted by a sense of failure, did not turn to crime, did 
not get personal maladjustments, did not develop class hatred, as 
the result of their fifty dollars a month. . . . 


At the conclusion of the Professor’s story, the discussion began: 


“That just goes to show,” said the Advertising Man, who was 
known among his friends as a realistic thinker, “what good promo- 
tional work can do. B-ville’s city council had real advertising sense, 
and that civic ceremony was a masterpiece . . . made everyone 
happy . . . put over the scheme in a big way. Reminds me of the 
way we do things in our business: as soon as we called horse- 
mackerel tuna-fish, we developed a big market for it. I suppose if 
you called relief ‘insurance,’ you could actually get people to like 
it, couldn’t you?” 


“WJiat do you mean, ‘calling’ it insurance?” asked the Social 
Worker. “B-ville’s scheme wasn’t relief at all. It was insurance. 
That’s what all such payments should be. What gets me is the 
stupidity of A-town’s city council and all people like them in not 
realizing that what they call ‘relief’ is simply the payment of just 
claims which those unemployed have on a community in a complex 
interdependent industrial society.” 


“Good grief, man! Do you realize what you’re saying?” cried the 



A SEMANTIC PARABLE 

Advertising Man in surprise. “Are you implying that those people 
had any right to that money ? All I said was that it’s a good idea to 
disguise relief as insurance if it’s going to make people any happier. 
But it’s still relief, no matter what you call it. It’s all right to kid 
the public along to reduce discontent, but we don’t need to kid 
ourselves as well!” 


“But they do have a right to that money! They’re not getting 
something for nothing. It’s insurance. They did something for the 
community, and that’s their prem — ” 


“Say, are you crazy?” 


“Who’s crazy?” 


“You’re crazy. Relief is relief, isn’t it? If you’d only call things 
by their right names . . 


“But, confound it, insurance is insurance, isn’t it?” 


(Since the gentlemen are obviously losing their tempers, it will be 
best to leave them. The Professor has already sneaked out. When 
last heard of, not only had the quarrelers stopped speaking to each 
other, but so had their wives — and the Advertising Man was threat- 
ening to disinherit his son if he didn’t break off his engagement 
with the Social Worker’s daughter.) 


This story has been told not to advance arguments in favor of 
“social insurance” or “relief” or for any other political and economic 
arrangement, but simply to show a fairly characteristic sample of 
language in action. Do the words we use make as much difference 
in our lives as the story of A-town and B-ville seems to indicate? 
We often talk about “choosing the right words to express our 
thoughts,” as if thinking were a process entirely independent of the 
words we think in. But is thinking such an independent process? 
Do the words we utter arise as a result of the thoughts we l^tve, or 
are the thoughts we have determined by the linguistic systems we 
happen to have been taught? The Advertising Man and the Social 
Worker seem to be agreed that the results of B-ville’s program were 
good, so that we can assume that their notions of what is socially 
desirable are similar. Nevertheless, they cannot agree . 


Alfred Korzybski, in his preface to Science and Sanity (which 
discusses many problems similar to those discussed in this book). 


A SEMANTIC PARABLE 



asks the reader to imagine what the state of technology would be if 
all lubricants contained emery dust, the presence of which had 
never been detected. Machines would be short-lived and expensive; 
the machine age would be a dream of the distant future. If, how- 
ever, someone were to discover the presence of the emery, we should 
at once know in what direction to proceed in order to release the 
potentialities of machine power. 


Why do people disagree? It isn’t a matter of education or in- 
telligence, because quarreling, bitterness, conflict, and breakdown 
are just as common among the educated as the uneducated, among 
the clever as the stupid. Human relations are no better among the 
privileged than the underprivileged. Indeed, well-educated people 
are often the cleverest in proving that insurance is really insurance 
and that relief is really relief — and being well educated they often 
have such high principles that nothing will make them modify their 
position in the slightest. Are disagreements then the inevitable re- 
sults of the nature of human problems and the nature of man? Pos- 
sibly so — but if we give this answer, we are confessing to being 
licked before we have even started our investigations. 


The student of language observes, however, that it is an extremely 
rare quarrel that does not involve some kind of talking . Almost 
invariably, before noses are punched or shooting begins, words are 
exchanged — sometimes only a few, sometimes millions. We shall, 
therefore, look for the “previously undetected emery dust” (or 
whatever it is that heats up and stops our intellectual machinery) 
in language — that is to say, our linguistic habits (how we talk and 
think and listen) and our unconscious attitudes toward language . 
If we are even partially successful in our search, we may get an 
inkling of the direction in which to proceed in order to release the 
now imperfectly realized potentialities of human co-operation. 


P.S. Those who have concluded that the point of the story is that 
the Social Worker and the Advertising Man were “only arguing 
about different names for the same thing,” are asked to reread the 
story and explain what they mean by (i) “only” and (2) “the same 
thing.” 



Virus Day 11

To be sure... I have had several tequila sunrise's... and am feeling no/little pain. What was nice was a zoom cocktail hour with daughters, Deanne, Susan Hildreth, and Susna  Rosenthal thus getting together coast to coast.

The NY folks are much more impacted now, I think, then we are in California. Something has happened and an explosion of reported cases of The Virus are in NYC. Very scary.

Also today -- a big talk with Deanne about stuff about us... Some repetition... some talk talk... and maybe there will be some changes. Time will tell and again.. I am hopefully waiting and scared, too. I mean what if I get what I want??? Really...  So - I am crazy and I MUST become Satiated if I get what I want... as in the Brin four-points of modern sanity. So while crazy I want to be sane. Which is crazy...

I have been getting informed by a work by Alan Watts - This is it. A very interesting book from somewhat early in his work, I think. Way before drugs. Way INTO Zen. Very interesting. And useful and instructive for THESE times of The Virus. 

And I must get a copy of the two short essays at the beginning of the book Language in thought and action by S./I. Hayakawa which was essentially an executive summary of the Korzibzki book: Science and Sanity.  See the parable in the next post... The Parable... It is very important TODAY!

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Virus - Day 10

(started yesterday)
Perfection came to mind yesterday... but as there was a lot going on in my posts yesterday I put this thought off til now... Perfection is, imho, a transitory momentary thing. Relative to Biden picking a perfect candidate... no way that holds for long. Getting a good, very good... person is possible. Such a person can easily be a women!

Perfection relative to The Virus -- and locking down, etc ... I AM DOING MY BEST...  Being chided all the time is simply painful and stressful. Some positive stuff needs saying and doing. Encouragement is important with love and compassion. We all must be BOTH selfish and serving. There is a delicate balance, I believe, that makes us humans as we act with humanity. Firemen rush INTO burning buildings. We all cannot only hide in our rooms and homes. There is a community around us and people need help and only people can be helpful. Carefully!! And really. I find myself talking positive positive positive as so many around me worry worry worry. I can use some help balancing things since I cannot do it all myself. Foolish optimism is not good. Foolish pessimism is also not good. As is now on my email signature and was in yesterday's blog:

“Hope -   Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...” ― Alfred Lord Tennyson"

And from the Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce:


Future, n.
That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and

our happiness is assured.

Other quotes in my quote file about the future include:

“The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.” 

“Love is the only future God offers.” 

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Added today:


Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Virus - Day 9 (there is hope in this post)

This "day" dating is when I began to try to write each day and as noted in some posts -- I have missed certain days. Sorry.

Today is Day 9, Tuesday, March 24, 2020... and a visit with my hospice person is postponed again ... til it is warmer and safer. I hope to "zoom" or something with him and/or his wife so as to maintain some connection.

I asked my therapist if she is using zoom for a session ... I think a session could be useful.

I must note, relative to some zoom sessions/classes I have taken -- a teacher is good or bad or whatever no matter if in person or on zoom. Knowledge and how they talk to or with or at you doesn't change. Not surprising.

It is about 9:15am --- and I am breaking off this writing to look into using skype... Valerie/Michael seem able to do that. Later.......

And - now here is a quote I like and is not on my sig for emails:
“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson


ALSO -- a poem by Emily Dickinson:
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.


Monday, March 23, 2020

Virus - Day 8 - Monday, March 23, 2020

(this will probably be written in several points in time)

Part 1
This morning, Monday, I have spoken with Amy and sent her and Sarah an email about how I AM being careful... as well as helpful to some others. It is a difficult balancing act... between absolute isolation and some contact with other... even in person. ALSO - just checked how stock market is doing and the collapse continues.

Outside the day looks beautiful here in Davis, California. It may be a bit "cold" (48 degrees F) but that is really fine. Refreshing.

I'm at Deanne's house and have not figured out what I will do later... though at 1pm I have a zoom meeting to go to with legacy writing group. Not much else on the calendar. Tomorrow I wonder if Adriana and crew will clean my house. I have sent them a note asking them if they come to do disinfecting and to be healthful, personally.

Part 2
So... I am at my Breton home now - it is about 11:30 and I have been here an hour or so. Shirley is here, too... AOK...
NOTE: this is a bit like, in its way, giving blood. It is easy. Risky, too, a bit. Blood donations can go
"wrong" and illness can come in with a visitor... BUT all things necessary and all things good and all things rather easy, too.

And --- went to bank and got some cash to stache. A good idea?

Also put away some stuff on dining room table and kitchen counters. Folded laundry, etc. I WONDER if Adrianna will come tomorrow?

Today I expect to do two zooms - one with legacy writing group and the other with Susan in NYC = her Bible class.

Amy and Susan are both working from home which is Susan's apartment. They are together. Sarah and her mom, Susan, are also together and I think Sarah is working from home. Deanne is working from home. AOK.

BILLS need paying!! as in my car insurance!!! - DONE... at least car insurance.

Virus - DayS 5, 6, and 7

On Day 5 - Friday, Deanne and I had our Shabbat dinner. Nice and calm and restful and peaceful. These are times to relax and breathe and savor food and life and all. I was the challah maker this time and I slightly overcooked the challah but they were good and big. Nice. Dinner was smoked beef Deanne has made with roasted veggies. Good.

Went off to sleep earlyish and got good rest.

On Day 6 - Saturday - we had talked and made arrangements for Fern and Arnie to come over for drinks and dinner. We all followed distancing and elbow bumping. Arnie brought a cocktail down... an american version of a negroni. Instead of gin... it used boubon and they Makers Mark bourbon he used had been soaking up flavor for a month from dates. A bit sweeter, therefore.

Dinner was nice. We will see them again, maybe in Davis, or sometime next year??? - in Philadelphia to where they are moving. Their kids live in that area.

On Day 7 0 Sunday - Deanne and I went shopping in the morning. To several places with the primary goal being to find bread flour..We didn't find any bread flour but finally did score a 25 pound bag of all-purpose flour which will do for challahs and other stuff (pies, cookies, etc).

I mostly drove and staying the car or when I went into a store (I had to see how stocks were ..) I kept away from people but Deanne would have preferred I staying in the car... I did when we got to Walmart and Pedrick Produce. I did go into Costco.. We are NOT hoarding but we have stocked up...My go-to goodies are some chips and hersheys chocolate and peanut butter.

In the early afternoon Pat's mother-in-law got to my house where she, Shirley, will live for a while. Shirley's daughter is very sick and in hospice. Her daughter, Eve, is a FIGHTER... and may come out of this on the live side. We all hope. At my house we are being careful for everyone's health. My daughters have expressed their care and concern and love... for me ... as they worry about my introducing this new person, etc... I hope all will be well... And Deanne is helping and advising.

Later in the day we heard from Deanne's brother who is in Cambodia and he is facing difficulties getting back to the US.. though he does like it there. He was going to try to suddenly fly standbye but there was not enough time for him to do all he needed/wanted to do. SO -- he is still there and we will see.

Thursday, March 19, 2020

The Virus - Four - Thursday, March 19, 2020

Continuing .... and some say - 18 MONTHS... Wow.

I am following very carefully the social isolation thing. I am either in my house or at Deanne's house or in the car... AND soon, today, I will go out for a walk.

I did talk to neighbor Kend - we talked from our respective sides of the street. And I had a virtual lunch with friend Neal.

I think some people are socializing more now in these early days. For instance the Mens Club at a synagogue had more participants for their lunch and learn today then usual. Some people could come because they were not at work and/or because travel wasn't required. Interesting....!

One thing I feel.. is my butt... I am sitting more as I do things on a screen. A stand-up desk would be nice. I think I will be able to figure something out.

i have not looked at MY accounts for stocks, etc... I don''t think I would sell anything and I don't know what I would buy. Just wait....!!!OY.

Daughters seem ok. I think they are basically not going out... or if they do they are minimizing contacts. I hope so !!! They know what they should do and they are in lock-down areas (Oakland, Walnut Creek, NYC).

As Bill Clinton said, I think, "IT'S THE ECONOMY!" It IS the economy which is VERY PROBLEMATIC. True - health is more urgent but along with issues related to hospital and medical shortages (to come) is the immediate anxieties about the state of the State, the Country, Business.. EMPLOYMENT.... money for essentials - including some fun things, too. We all need to eat, sleep, and be clothed AND we also need fun, too.

While in politics... Sanders still has not dropped out and thus, in my opinion, is crazy. Only crazies try to accomplish that which cannot be accomplished. Some things are unknowns. His chances are not. Worse case scenario... The convention will choose someone other then him. Someone who has clearly seen reality and supported the greater good of the Nation and the Party.  Sanders is, like Trump, and egomaniac.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2020

The VIRUS - Three

I think there is less FEAR at this time and a lot of INCONVENIENCE as well as real concerns about the economy and buying necessities and paying bills. What we need is the great bravery and power of the American People... for GOOD... WE ARE GOOD... and we mean to do good and we do good. Fear not. We are The Home of The Brave !!!

Fear may come soon and combined with hardships associated with the economy will likely lead to ANGER. Let's not go there. Let's go High... Let's go Love.

And -- Last night was another set of results for the Democratic Party. Biden did very well and truly, really, hopefully - Bernie Sanders will drop out of the race so UNITY of the Democrats and UNITY OF THE NATION may be worked towards with passion and urgency. One point of view... is by staying in he can press his agenda forward most strongly. I rather hope viable parts of his agenda are and/or will be incorporated and if he drops out now I think he actually will have more influence as a cooperator/collaborator rather then an outside agitator. Mostly his choice. EGO is the point, it seems. Winning personally may be Sander's more important goal... sadly.


Tuesday, March 17, 2020

The VIRUS - Two

So -- when was Day One of this crisis and where? China apparently was the place and the earliest cases may have been in late 2019. Certainly in January, 2020 things were happening.

Today more talk out of the White House. Yesterday the stock market essentially crashed and today it is slightly bouncing (Dow dropped just short of 3,000 and now, 10:37am PT - it is up 384).

The country is on shut down in many, many ways. I am 70 years old and I am not going into public spaces and I am doing all the hand-washing I can. I will take a long walk today, weather permitting. I will also try to do more stretching than usual as that is a good thing and easier then doing muscle work (I don't have weights, etc... though in future days I will try push-ups, etc.. - I DO like working out!!!).

There is a lot of economic pain out there!!! Terrible.... I don't know if the powers that be will get this well fixed for PEOPLE! I posted an idea on Facebook and here is what I said:

"An Idea... (what do I know about the economic system?) --- WHAT IF.... All debts and payments were put forward for one or two months? In other words... without even an increase in accrued interest... All credit card and mortgages and rents and car payments needing to be paid this month did not have to be paid until next month? Or two months out if things continue? Banks and landlords and stores would not earn interest or be able to make their payments (landlords would not have to pay on their loans and also taxes)... and much profit - by banks would not be made... BUT - everyone would eventually pay back the principal and un-extra-accrued interest.. when things get set right. It would be as if, for example, the months of April and May didn't happen !!! ... This would help a lot of people though not all. There are those who can't CHARGE things like food to credit cards and something would need to be done for them... BUT COULD SOMETHING LIKE THIS WORK?"

I really don't know if/how this could work. Seems to me possible. Time is time... and we have to get through these times.

Can't we change the calendar...???


The VIRUS crisis - ONE

The following was jotted down yesterday - March 16, 2020:
These special times:
Covid 19... These days are very special. I can't say they are good days yet some say these difficulties will cause some changes our country is in need of. Things such as paid sick leave, health care for all .. to protect us all... Maybe some how we will deal with homelessness. So.. maybe good Will Result!!!

Is this a no pain, no gain thing?? I just hope few people suffer. There has already been many dead and that's very sad. Time for effective treatments and vaccines.

Today is Monday, March 16, 2020.... When was DAY ONE???