We most certainly need a thorough look at our response failure

There can be no doubt that we need an independent blue-ribbon commission to examine the U.S. response failure early in the coronavirus pandemic.

There must be a commission modeled after the group that examined what occurred prior to the 9/11 terror attacks. The 9/11 commission was led by Republican New Jersey Gov. Thomas Kean and Democratic Indiana U.S. Rep. Lee Hamilton. It picked apart the national security breakdown that led to that terrible event when hijacked jetliners crashed into the Pentagon and the World Trade Center.

What is happening now? How has the United States failed to be ready for the pandemic that has killed more than 20,000 Americans?

Dr. Anthony Fauci, the leading infectious disease doctor assigned to work on the Trump administration’s pandemic response team, said that an earlier response clearly would have saved American lives.

Our government didn’t act as quickly as it should.

The New York Times detailed how Donald Trump was told in late 2019 about the threat of a pandemic. He blew it off.

Indeed, the president continued to downplay the threat for weeks after it had claimed its first victims. It wasn’t until mid-March before Trump declared the pandemic a life-and-death fight against what he called “an invisible enemy.”

A commission charged with getting to the bottom of our failure is not a vehicle designed for political retribution. Its intent should solely be to issue the sort of after-action report that can ensure we remain in a state of constant readiness when future crises present themselves.

We will get through this crisis. Our nation is likely to emerge, as Donald Trump has predicted, stronger than ever. We all want that to occur.

I also want a blue-ribbon examination that delivers a blue-ribbon report that lays out what happened, or failed to happen, as the crisis was emerging.

This effort needs the full-throated endorsement of Donald Trump, who must not be afraid of what the findings reveal.

Go slowly on relaxing restrictions

Texas Gov. Greg Abbott reportedly is planning to issue an executive order this week that sets in motion a relaxation of the restrictions enacted to fight to coronavirus pandemic.

Allow me to offer this bit of advice: Go slow on returning to what we call “normal” activity.

Abbott’s emergency response team tells us that social distancing is doing its job, that the infection rate is stabilizing if not declining. Indeed, we’re practicing it in our household, as are our sons. My wife and I haven’t socialized with anyone since the pandemic began creeping into our lives.

Abbott doesn’t seem like someone who is going to rush to return to normal activity. He was a bit slow to issue the stay at home order, although he didn’t call it that. Whatever. We’re staying at home and that’s worked well for us. We venture out only to buy food at the grocery store or to purchase weed killer at the garden shop.

Princeton has shut down dining in at restaurants and practically every form of service business you can name. Haircuts? Gymnasiums? Forget about it!

I did walk into a bank the other day wearing a face mask my wife had made and joked to the teller how strange it felt to be wearing a mask while walking into a bank. She didn’t have me arrested, for which I was much obliged.

This so-called “new normal” is beginning to feel more like just plain “normal” the longer we’re into it.

But … whatever Abbott does later this week, I urge him to go slow in suggesting how we should behave. For that matter, all of us on the receiving end of the governor’s suggestion would do well to proceed with all due caution.

Social distancing is working, man, but we ain’t in the clear.

It’s been 50 years, really?

Oh, man. I cannot believe this got past me … but it did.

On April 10, 1970 — that’s 50 years ago, folks — Paul McCartney announced casually in an interview that The Beatles had broken up. The music ended. The greatest rock ‘n roll band in history was no more.

That’s how it came about. Paul McCartney told us.

I have said before that the group founded by John Lennon, who then asked Paul McCartney to join him, who then brought along George Harrison to play with the two of them and then hired Ringo Starr to replace the drummer that none of them liked … they helped raise me.

I saw their performance on the “Ed Sullivan Show” in 1964. I followed them closely. I came of age about that time. Their music would end up fueling the my musical taste right on through to the present day.

They recorded so many great songs. They wrote such wonderful music. They, indeed, helped a generation of young people come of age. They helped raise us all.

Of all the music I have heard over the years, one song stands out. It is the only song I remember where I was when I heard it for the first time. It was the second half of a song I heard initially in September 1968. I turned on a transistor radio in a U.S. Army barracks in Fort Lewis, Wash. I listened to the end of a song that went on seemingly forever. It was “Hey Jude.”

I fell in love with that melody. On the spot. Right then and there.

It became a sort of anthem for me. I cannot hear it enough.

Less than two years after hearing what I consider to be the greatest song ever recorded, they would call it quits. They went their separate ways.

It was — gulp! — 50 years ago. Wow! I still miss those guys.

Clinging to good news

I find myself clinging desperately to snippets of good news that are coming forth.

New York officials report that the number of hospital emergency room admissions is starting to level off; the increase in deaths from the coronavirus is decreasing; some nations are beginning to lift restrictions; the projected death count in the United States is being reduced; social distancing is doing its job.

My wife and I sit in our house in Collin County, Texas. Our son and his family in a next-door community are isolating themselves, too. Our son in the Texas Panhandle is restricting his own movement per the warnings from the state and local officials.

We have been buried under an avalanche of frightening news. The pandemic that ignited in China and moved quickly to Europe has frightened us.

Now we’re getting morsels of news that give us a glimmer of hope.

But hold on! We aren’t nearly home free. The moment when the dust clears still appears to be a long way off. However, the moment is beginning to take shape way out there in the distance. It is getting a little more defined.

I am not naïve to think that the end of the crisis is at hand. I am enough of an optimist, though, to hope that the good-news nuggets we are getting will be more prevalent in the weeks to come than the avalanche of tragedy that has buried us.

As they say, every journey we take begins with a small step.

People are dying ‘alone’

One of the many tragedies associated with the coronavirus pandemic has been articulated by Mike Barnicle, a newspaper columnist and a cable TV talking head.

He has spoken of meeting individuals who have lost loved ones to the killer disease. One of the unique aspects of the COVID-19 virus is that those who are infected with it cannot have their loved ones nearby as their condition worsens.

Barnicle’s tale told of someone he met in Boston who watched a loved one succumb to the virus “on an I-Pad.” That’s right. The stricken individual was not allowed to die in the presence of his family. They were kept away because the doctors and nurses could not allow them to be exposed to the virus.

Therein lies arguably the singular tragedy of this pandemic, as articulated by a noted journalist.

It is such a sad aspect of this monstrous crisis.

Oh, let us hope and pray that the end of this worldwide pandemic is on its way.

How can this ‘wartime president’ lead by declining to set example?

I cannot get past Donald Trump’s declaration that he would forgo a health agency’s recommendation to wear a mask while interacting with other human beings.

Think of this. Trump wants to be considered a “wartime president” as the nation fights the coronavirus pandemic. Then the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention recommends that Americans should wear masks. Trump’s response? He said the CDC recommendation is “voluntary,” so he won’t follow the agency’s advice.

If he wants us to think of him as a wartime president, shouldn’t he act like one? To my way of thinking, that would entail a president setting the example that others would follow. Yep, that means wearing a mask in public.

Think, too, of how such a gesture might play to critics such as myself. I am, as you know, an avid — and at times admittedly angry — critic of Donald Trump. The sight of Trump wearing a mask while interacting with others would send a positive message to me. It wouldn’t entice me to vote for Trump this November, but it would draw praise from this blog.

My wife and I are following the CDC advice. Given that the president works for us — and that we do not work for him — it makes sense to me that our “employee,” the president, ought to be follow the lead of his “bosses.” I trust you get my drift.

Trump made some lame and phony excuse for not wearing a mask. He said something about the “image” of a president wearing a mask in the Oval Office while greeting another head of state. Well, as former VP Joe Biden once said of the enactment of the Affordable Care Act … big fu**ing deal.

Why not make visitors to the Oval Office wear a mask, too? If Trump is going to declare himself to be a wartime president, then he ought to take charge and act like someone willing to sacrifice in a time of war. And he could demand that others make the same sacrifice.

That’s what real leaders do.

Nothing from POTUS today? Ah, the silence is so golden!

Donald Trump didn’t go on the air today to blather on about the “fantastic job” he and his team are doing in response to the coronavirus pandemic.

Did you miss him? Neither did I.

The president has spent far too much time standing in front of us yapping and yammering about this and that. He has hogged the microphone away from the medical, military and logistical experts who stand with him on the White House briefing room platform.

There was that remarkable moment earlier this week when a reporter asked a question directly of Dr. Anthony Fauci, the leading infectious disease doctor in the world, and Trump wouldn’t let Fauci answer it. The president slammed the door shut on the reporter.

So it has gone, ad nauseum.

It is being said that Trump isn’t helping himself by talking too much. To be candid, I don’t give a rat’s a** about whether he helps himself by stepping away from the microphone.

What interests me more is whether this clown would turn the mic over to experts who have something relevant and important to say. I want to hear from the truth tellers, not from the Liar in Chief.

Accordingly, I don’t begrudge the silence that emanated today from the White House.

Cuomo to replace Biden? Seriously?

Who in the world is actually thinking seriously about New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo being nominated by the Democratic Party to run against Donald Trump in the 2020 election?

Whoever harbors that thought has rocks in his or her noggin? It ain’t gonna happen! Nor should it happen!

Oh, and I believe I heard the former vice president of the United States declare categorically that he is going to recommend a woman to run with him once he secures the party’s presidential nomination. So, that rules out Gov. Cuomo to run as VP, unless he undergoes an emergency sex-change operation.

A reporter asked Cuomo about those two matters today at the governor’s daily coronavirus pandemic briefing in Albany, N.Y.

Joe Biden has earned the title of presumptive nominee by vanquishing a huge and qualified field challengers in the Democratic primary contest. He still needs about 600 more delegates to have enough votes to be nominated.

The notion that Gov. Cuomo, whose conduct during his daily briefings has been nothing short of spectacular, would somehow emerge as a late-blooming nominee is preposterous.

Cuomo today shot down the twin rumors in flames. He’s not going to accept a VP nomination and he’s not going to run for president. He said he’s got a full plate in front of him now, managing the impact of a killer disease on residents of the state he governs.

Let’s stop the political gossip, shall we?

Numbskull preachers need to get a grip

I hate speaking ill of men and women of the cloth … but the religious numbskulls around the country who are defying “stay at home” orders to celebrate Easter need to have their heads examined.

I won’t mention their hearts, because they must think their hearts are in the right place by flinging open their church doors on Easter.

These individuals claim to be trumpeting their “God-given right” to conduct worship services in churches full of parishioners. How does one cope with such nonsense?

They have no right given by the Almighty to put others in jeopardy while we are in the midst of a fight against COVID-19, the strain of coronavirus that has killed tens of thousands of Americans.

Local officials have issued orders that limit gatherings of human beings; they are instructing us to maintain proper “social distance” from each other to stem the rate of infection during this worldwide pandemic.

That hasn’t stemmed the idiocy coming from some of these religious crackpots. They proclaim the First Amendment guarantee of religious freedom allows them to conduct these services, even though health officials issue dire warnings of the consequences of flouting these restrictions.

Well … the First Amendment makes no guarantee of anyone’s right to jeopardize the health — and the lives — of other human beings.

Scripture reminds us as well that we can pray without ceasing anywhere we wish. We do not need to sit in a church pew to celebrate Easter. We are fully able to do that very thing in our living rooms.

Thus, the religious goofballs are off their rocker by insisting that their parishioners must flock to church on Easter.

The big takeaway from this crisis is …

Make no mistake about it, if there is a singularly positive outcome from the coronavirus pandemic, it well might be the enduring gratitude we all should feel toward those who are risking their lives in the front-line fight against this killer disease.

I refer specifically to the world’s medical personnel, the firefighters and police officers.

Doctors, nurses and various medical technicians are falling ill constantly, 24/7, as they treat patients in hospitals all over the world. Many of them die as a result. Many others are fortunate to recover from the disease. What do they do, how do they respond?

They suit up — don their masks, gloves and rubber suits — and head right back into the fight! That’s what they’re doing.

Communities are making noise already in appreciation for what they’re doing on our behalf. In New York City, the epicenter of the crisis, residents are clamoring each night at 7 to honor the men and women who are thrusting themselves into harm’s way; they stand on street corners, on balconies, in front of shuttered businesses and they bang pots and pans.

It’s the very least we can do to offer an expression of profound gratitude to these folks’ unimaginable bravery.

Let us not ever lose sight of what we are witnessing in real time as the world struggles against this pandemic.

It is awe-inspiring.