I recall somebody saying not long ago that the ebola scare would definitely not be politicized. I don’t recall who said that, or in what universe that person was standing at the time.
Because this is ‘Murca, buddy, and we politicize everything we possibly can. Case in point:
In America, we don’t kill the Ebola dog
“That’s right, chump. You’re looking at a Cavalier King Charles spaniel, the genuine article, so cute you won’t need sugar on your cereal for a month just from looking at me.
“Um…why are you looking at me like that?”
I know what you’re thinking. Cute dog, tested negative for the virus, good news. Right? Well of course it is. I like dogs. But that’s not really the story of the piece.
America is a compassionate nation to be sure, and we love our dogs. But even more than that, the bureaucrats in Washington love to win elections. And with only two weeks to go before the midterms, there was no way on God’s green Earth that anyone in the CDC was going to be allowed to give the order to put that dog down. The headlines would have been a nightmare and the name Bentley would, you may rest assured, have come up during a White House press room briefing.
And oh by the way, in case anybody cares in an election year, that nurse might live as well. So that happened. But this morning the news seems to be all about her dog.
Even if the cute ‘lil mutt isn’t infected with ebola, that fur can still harbor lotsa viri. Considering what the decon teams do to the housing of ebola patients, I don’t think the doggie would survive the cleansing process. I could be wrong. Oh, and don’t let him lick your face.
It’s interesting the trivia that clogs the brains of the multitudes. Humans are dying from Ebola in the hundreds, (thousands actually), but somehow the masses worry more about one dog.
That said, I agree there is no particular need to kill the dog. How hard is it to crate a dog for a couple weeks of observation? Besides, there is scientific value in learning for sure if this dog has actually become infected.
It must die regardless. It’s not a dog, it’s a barking rodent. It’s a Cavalier……. my Malamute pup poops bigger than that.
“But this morning the news seems to be all about her dog.”
And that’s what I like soooo much about living in this ‘global village’ – most every Tom, Dick, and Henrietta thinks they’ve got a vote and stake in what anyone else is up to.
I can’t even tally how many times in the last 10 years I’ve looked people in the face and asked them exactly what their standing was in some given matter and they look back at me like I’m speaking a foreign language.
Funny joke I heard recently that sorta’ relates…
Miz Thacker was down at the local bank making a deposit. The clerk remarks to her that she’s managed to accumulate a tidy sum. She fires right back – “well, I pay myself $10 a week to mind my own business.”
In Spain, They shot the dog. We’re not mealy-mouthed whingers like you yanks 😀
There was no one to care for it, no place to quarantine it. So, for once, they did the right thing (they must have been on crack or something). They brought the damned thing out already dead and bagged and took it away and burned it.
http://elpais.com/elpais/2014/10/08/ciencia/1412787778_040137.html
(google translate may (or may not) be of assistance.
David