Nope

A culture shift more than anything... and how that shift manifests is anyone's guess, just like nobody could have guessed how 9-11 was gonna change the world when we caught our first glimpse of the first tower on fire.

I don't think we're facing the apocalypse, but a couple hundred thousand dead and a wrecked economy is gonna leave a mark on America, to say nothing of the world at large.

Sadly that's the truth and all this talk everyday is just bullshit they are feeding us saying we need to manufacture here.

They know it's not going to happen.

Dont worry your little head tiny camper.  You just go play with your ColecoVision and finish up all your Tang. And before you know it'll all be like it was....like it was.....like it was.

No one cares about 9/11 just 20 years later. I would argue you could say the same 10 years ago.  So you get groped at the airport, and the government raped you with a rolled up Constitution?  Only a few of us care.  

WWII changed everything. In the 80s, it was still a big thing.  Now, not so much.

One thing's for sure, a lot more people will look at country of origin on the stuff they're buying.

No it won't be the same, it'll be better.  

We're god damn Americans and we don't just survive we excel.

What the fuck is wrong with some of you?

Yes they will be the same just with a different twist.
Life will go on and with hopefully a stronger and more supply chain independent country

I don't think things are going to get better from this. Worse.

Said everyone all the time throughout history.

Before the war.  The war [You are here].  After the war.

DOB was 8 21 61. It has been one hell of a ride. Hang the fuck on mother fuckers

We probably won’t be shaking hands for a long time to come

Might want to brush up on your Mandarin.

Living through the aftermath of 9/11.. No, no they won't be the same ever again.

We don't need to talk about it anymore
Yesterday's just a memory
Can we close the door
I just made one mistake
I didn't know what to say
When you called me baby

The first tower was just a horrible accident, the second was war.

Spoken like a Tennessean.

Much bigger than 911. China is winning WWIII.

I think this will be a catalyst for the adults to regain control of at least this country.  The fence sitters will once again pick a side.  If the media explains how we nearly sacrificed our lives for globalization. How the sjw’s spent the ventilator monies on illegal aliens health care, there will be a nationalist backlash.
Nothing prejudicial mind you, just the realization that we are not globalized but that countries will take care of their own regardless of how much they smile in your face.

Give it a few years, we'll be back to where we were before the ChiCom Virus struck.

Look how quickly the nation forgot 9/11. People gotta have their cheap TVs and smart phones.

This and 911 are the top 2 events in our lives.  Only time will tell which is more significant.

Governor Nuisance already proclaiming a new progressive era.

Me I'm hoping people wake up see the Democrat Socialists for what they really are....

We then have the opposite of the Bolshevik Revolution of a hundred years ago...

After seeing their actions during this and the preceding 3 years...

A bounty on them, their voters and their supporters, would please me greatly... and solve most of this countries problems.

 

Our grandparents were called to destroy the Third Reich and the Empire of the Sun.

We are being called to sit on our sofas and watch TV.

We can do it.

Fuck,  I  used to love harbor freight

I disagree.  It's time to relinquish long held beliefs that have no basis in reality.  Let go of superstition and magical thinking.  Live in the real world.

No.

It is going to take at least 4 more years for them to get their shit straight

Fuck me! Sitting on the couch for a couple months is hard!

We’re ducking incoming indirect fire.
We’ll be fine, if we duck. Well. 98% of us will be.

Question of the day is how we(world) responds.

We are in the end game now...

Open war with China will mean a nuclear exchange.

Compared to 9/11, this seems to me like it will have a more serious long term effect.  So no, things will not be the same.

Spoke to a very old lady we do work for today. She said this reminded her of WW2. Said it kinda felt like we are at war.

Those are almost her exact words.

I went to elementary school in Suquamish, WA. Chief Sealth (who Seattle is named after) is buried there. There is an inscription there from his speech in 1864. Read this to put our crisis in perspective:

Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
   There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
   Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
   Our good father in Washington—for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north—our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward — the Haidas and Tsimshians — will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man’s God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
   To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
   Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
   Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
   It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
   A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
   We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
   Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.

That's my take.

The .gov loves control, it's their drug of choice. The pandemic gave them tons of new control under the State of Emergency, once the virus burns out they're not going to give up that control willingly. The .gov always takes more than it ever gives back.

Nope... we are lost

Not counting the women who died from child birth, simple cuts, and other simple things easily cured today.

Errbody socialist now.. including a good percentage of the membership here

I'm hoping it teaches all those douche bags not to go to work or school, when they have the Flu or other contagious diseases.

This. Bad actors in government now know which buttons to push.

Caring about things being different is a whole different ball field than the question at hand.  It's a bunch of little things that some don't even think about.  The airport delays (time to grope and check out the shoes you had to take off), a huge about of money in value of time handed over by every single person that passes through TSA, the TSA that also now get paid, family not being able to see each other off at boarding, a bunch of little things, things forever changed.

I won't have to tell new people I meet, "Oh, I think I may be coming down with the flu" with them looking mortified and saying thanks as they pull their hand back.

An end to the useless coupling of dick beaters  I think a good number of people have been red pilled into understanding things they can't see on surfaces can make them sick, hopefully having useless in person group meeting will also be cut back.  Seeing working remotely can actually work, while freeing up valuable office space may become more prevalent.  In the same vein, a lot more will see you don't have to have ink and paper to make it official, digital works just fine and those stuck in the old days are currently learning how to make that work.  If it works today, why would that be different in a year.

There will be changes from this.

I was laid off last week so things are already drastically different here.

I do have a job offer and a start date a week from Monday so that is good news. It's not at a retail store so that is even better news.

If I come out of the other side of this well and employed things will be different for us personally. I will save a lot more and more aggressively pay down debts and invest in self sustainability.

I would have zero worry or stress right now if I had no mortgage and was energy and water independent.

Overall we are enjoying being home together, family of six. Hopefully there is more of that after also.

This right here.

The roaring 20's, not far removed from the Spanish Flu.

I've told my kids to pay attention because they will have to explain this whole mess to their children.

It’s weird, I went to Costco today, and they were only letting 25 people in at a time. Oddly quiet in the store, no one talks. We used to love going there every week and let our kids play with the different toys and books.

As long as there are 1,000 people in the USA with this virus, things won’t go back to normal, so I really hope a vaccine is available by winter.