There is nothing insidious in going on right now in Colorado. No one has stopped by our house seeking our personal information. We are just dealing with medical stupidity, people so sure they know what they are doing that they cannot be reasoned with. A reasonably intelligent person cannot pass through medical schooling and get her papers without buying in, that is, the brainwashing is very deep and permanent. Doctors and nurses are the last people who should be in charge of our medical system, but anyone who bucks the system is out the door.
We planned our day yesterday around a visit to Ted’s Montana Grill, our favorite hangout. Ted Turner, the founder, is interesting. He’s a lifelong rebel, but within the constraints of propriety, as he is well-born and bred. I remember an interview he did with Ralph Nader where he felt Ralph had entrapped him and wanted out of the confrontation. He told Ralph that he had kicked the system too, and only gotten broken toes.
We lived in Bozeman, Montana, and out our door in any direction was beautiful open country and hikes and ski trails. One such hike took us through Ted’s acquired land, a large ranch between the highway and public lands and wilderness. It is called the Flying D ranch. It was always memorable, as Ted had dedicated the ranch to raising bison. They grazed all about beautiful meadows. Ted placed no obstacles and allowed passage. He seems, in an entitled sense, public spirited,
(Just a sidebar: During this time Ted was married to Jane Fonda. If ever fingernail and chalkboard hooked up, this was it. She is as headstrong and stupid as any spoiled brat, while he had brains and an equally indomitable spirit. It could not last! But to get to his place on Flying D she had to enter Montana via Gallatin Airport, and thus was often seen by regular people. Her brother Peter, recently departed, owned land in Paradise Valley, near Yellowstone National Park, and just down the road from Bozeman. Thus was this small part of Montana embraced by the fabulously wealthy for a brief time.)
Ted’s Montana Grill serves bison. I don’t order it, but my wife does, and we each look forward to our twice-monthly trips there. Yesterday we incorporated a bike ride on the South Platte River before the meal. That sounds like a country outing, but that ride is on a busy trail in Littleton, with highways and traffic all about. It is not rural or a nature setting. But it is close to Ted’s Montana Grill.
None of this has anything to do with anything. This is a serious ramble. On entering the restaurant, we were asked for a phone number. It was an interface with the old normal, as at times in the past it was so busy there that we give them our number and wander around the shopping center … a table opens up and they call us. Yesterday was not like that. The place was almost empty. The medical Nazis had forced them to distance tables. All staff were wearing masks. We were not given menus, but instead were directed to point our phones at an icon , wherein the menus would appear in our phones.
No need, as we each know our choices. We always order the same thing. As we sat waiting for our food, I wondered why they wanted our phone number. When the waitress stopped by I asked, and she said that if there was a viral outbreak, they would be able to contact us.
Contact us my ass. They would be able to quarantine us. Contact tracing has arrived. I angrily told her that there is not going to be any “outbreak,” and to kindly scratch out that phone number. She said she would. Her eyes darted in the manner of all brainwashed zombies these days. But she did go to the podium where they are taking numbers.
On leaving, we walked by that podium, and sure enough, our number was still on the list. The moronic waitress overruled me. I grabbed the pen and scratched it out, making sure it was permanently illegible.
In the future we will either give them our old Montana phone number, no doubt belonging to someone else, a naughty trick, or this one: 303-328-7448, which can be read as (303)-EAT SHIT. I suggest all to do likewise. No good comes from contact tracing, especially in the absence of any known threat, least of all a mythical virus.
On another note, we made reservations at a motel in Cooke City, Montana, in the coming days, and received the following message from the motel owners, two very nice people who are frightened. I hope it is not a virus that scares them, but frightened patrons. Cooke City is a small community on the edge of Yellowstone National Park that even in normal times is on the edge of bankruptcy. They have to coddle their patrons.
We want you to feel very comfortable during your stay with us. This will be a learning experience for all of us, so please bear with us. If you have not stayed with us before, we the owners XXXX and XXXX do everything at the XXXXXX so we will be very diligent in cleaning as our office and laundry facilities are in our “Home”. We also want to stay Healthy and will be doing our upmost to make you feel safe.
The New Normal Check In:
We will have hand sanitizer outside of the office door for you to use before check-in. We ask that only 1 person from your reservation check in. No more than 1 person in the office at a time. We have Plexiglass up at the check in desk for your protection. There is also hand sanitizer at the check in desk for your use. We are only accepting Credit Cards no cash please.
We are also offering “Contact Less Check In”: We have installed key pad entry to our rooms and if you would like to check in this way please call or e-mail us. We will give you your entry code, charge your credit card and will put your receipt for your stay in your room.
We will not be offering Daily Housekeeping to minimize contact in your rooms. If you need towels or anything just let us know.
I wrote back:
Thank you. We look forward to seeing you. Please be advised we have no virus concerns. You need not disinfect our room. We’ll be fine. There is no danger.
I hope they are in sync with us, that we are all just enablers for blind stupidity these days, the masks that zombies are wearing all saying “I drink Kool Aid.” If not, when we register, we’ll have to give them our 303-328-7448 phone number, in case, you know, if there is, you know, a virus outbreak and they want to run us down and quarantine us.
We’ll be in Yellowstone, and with any luck, will be able to hide behind a bison, one wearing a mask, the new normal, you see.