Surviving Covid — Head for the wilderness!

Kindness and charity are saving lives as we relive the jobless nightmare of the Great Depression of the 1930s.

After recent reports of the ugly racist killing in Georgia, it’s heartening to know there’s another America out there — one of caring and charity. An America with heart and soul. 

Joe Cook, 51, who lost his job now lives in a tent and relies on the kindness of others to survive.

He is one of more than 103-million Americans, one-third of the population, who are out of work because of the coronavirus pandemic. More than 20 million lost their jobs in the month of April alone.

The jobless rate in America has soared to 14.7 percent, the highest since the Great Depression. Before Covid hit, the unemployment rate was at its lowest ever — less than 4 percent.

Employment graph crashes

People have no money to feed themselves and their families. Hunting for food has became a means of survival. The exodus from devastated cities like New York is soaring.

Cancer survivor Cook is one of so many who found himself in a frightening situation. He lost his last three jobs because the companies had to shut down.

He had to get out of the city and fend for himself. He drove for hours into the wilderness, ending up in a campground inhabited by other Covid escapees. He now lives in a tent with his dog Romeo.

MAN AND DOG CAMP

CAMPGROUND COMMUNITY

Before setting up his tent in the campground, Cook, like so many Americans, lived from paycheck to paycheck. When the paychecks stopped, he had no money for food, no money for rent. He said he could have starved if it wasn’t for the kindness and camaraderie he has found in the camp.

“Those who ‘have’ take care of those of us who don’t,” he told the DailyMail.com. “We all pitch in and do our part to keep our little corner thriving and happy. Some folks in RV trailers have the means to supply food and cook.”

The ‘have-nots’ in the camp “contribute by doing chores around the camp,” he said. “I’ve painted, I’ve cleaned and organized things for others, and in turn they make sure I have what I need.”

Now that’s the America we love — the one with heart.


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Survival in the Age of Covid

Supermarket Shoppers in Ugly Brawl

People on this planet have reverted to Stone Age survivalism. All we can hope to do is venture out from our caves into the Valley of Death to scavenge for food to keep ourselves alive.

Look at all the paper products in that woman’s cart — disgusting selfish greed while so many others go without.

We are at the mercy of the deadly enemy — not a gigantic dinosaur or a killer behemoth, but an enemy the size of nothing — a microbe that you need a microscope to see.

It’s laughable. An invisible bug mysteriously named Covid-19 can strike us down as dead as any Behemoth could — in fact, right about now, Behemoths and Dinosaurs are looking pretty good to me.

Today we could annihilate those huge monsters with the smallest weapon in our collective military arsenal — arse-nal, by the way, is a good word for the world’s insane stockpile of weaponry.

But those fearsome weapons are no match for the Mass Murderer Covid, the microbe that has reduced us to cave dwellers fighting for survival.

Oh, we have our smart phones and our flat-screen TVs and our nuclear rockets, but we have become Neanderthals who can barely scrounge enough food to keep us alive.

Man, you’ve got to hand it to God. He sure does have a weird sense of humor. Is this how He gets His kicks? Sending humankind back to the Stone Age?

Ha-ha-ha, incredibly funny it is — and unexpected, too. We were maybe expecting a nuclear war or something on a LARGE scale, but a microscopic bug! Oh, God, that really is a good one — gives new meaning to the phrase God-fearing.

But, hey, I’ll go along with it. I’ve got a pretty bizarre sense of humor myself. So I say to the 7.8 billion people on this tiny speck of nothing — smaller in fact, cosmically speaking, than that li’l bug that’s killing us all — let’s humor Him — after all, He loves us!