How worried should we be by a tougher, more hardened, more infectious, and more social cousin of the COVID virion?
Taylor Lewis writes from Virginia.
Hurry! Break the glass and pull the alarm! Tear the acrylic dome off the Batphone—WAIT! Better yet, alight the Bat Signal! Stop the presses! Get the commissioner on the line! Dial 911! Dial 911 again, hang up, then call the police precinct directly, so that they know that This. Is. An. EMERGENCY. What’s the matter, you ask? Oh, nothing serious. Just our First Amendment is under assault! The freedom of the press—the superius value in our chorus of verbal liberties—is in danger of being forever silenced. Muted. Shtummed. Squelched. Mouth sewed shut like Wade Wilson. We must act now, or we’ll surely lose the unencumbered freedom to write, publish, print, report, and hold power to account via grandiloquence. Well… what are you waiting for, intrepid muckrakers of the...
Less than half of millennials, whose age delineation spans from 25 to 40 years of age, own a house. And it’s not from a lack of want, but of means.