Soucheray: Risk is the very soul of our existence

For Thanksgiving we were seven, getting in under the limit of 10 as prescribed in Gov. Tim Walz’s Executive Order 20-99, which took effect Nov. 20 and runs through Dec. 18, of 2020, or maybe 2022. At this point we don’t know, as there always seems to be the gale warning admonishment of the next surge.
We also were under the limit of three households, keeping it to two. We did not speak loudly, as recommended by the government, or sing, with the exception of the 4-year-old who apparently can’t get through a day without asking Siri to play “Savage Love” by Jason Derulo. The lyrics contain a word I find terribly disheartening but Siri and the radio both provide a sanitized version. Besides, she never gets that far into the song because she turns it into a dance recital. As much as today’s parents need to be vigilant against the virus, they must be just as vigilant against the music their kids listen to, much of which is profoundly disgusting.
It could have been worse per governmental intrusion. In Oregon, the Democrat governor, Kate Brown, told her serfs to call the police if they saw neighbors hosting Thanksgiving with more than six people in attendance. Never mind that sections of downtown Portland were essentially allowed to be destroyed all summer by anarchists; the political class these days rarely passes up a chance to tell honest people how to behave.
In California, Democrat Gov. Gavin Newsom told the citizens to have Thanksgiving outside. He then, hypocritically, had dinner at an exclusive restaurant called the French Laundry, indoors and maskless. I believe Newsom also requested that Californians serve the grub in separate plastic containers so that you wouldn’t touch anybody’s food.
But we’re doing it, aren’t we, obeying? We masked up, didn’t hug and we reduced our normally feverish Thanksgiving chanting to a murmuring of government-approved decibel levels.
None of us discount the potential severity of the virus, and at the table we gave thanks to be alive and we prayed for the lost loved ones across this land. It’s just that none of us had ever thought it would come down to a daughter and granddaughter talking to their matriarch through the ground-level window at a care facility. That photo was in the Pioneer Press the other day and it was heartbreaking.
Before dinner we tried the outside thing. We had a wood fire going and a gas-fed patio heater, but this isn’t California where Thanksgiving outside might be enjoyable. We made it around the heat for about one drink and then marched back indoors where at least two of us pretended to be interested in Washington at Dallas, two 3-7 teams playing for first place in the NFC East.
A word keeps coming up from the authorities who are trying to guide us, presumably in our own self-interest. They appear to be disabusing us of the idea of risk. They are already telling us that even in the event of all of us getting a vaccine, don’t let your guard down. Even if hospital admissions thankfully decline, we are told to not let up. OK. But how long will this press on? The prospect of “prepare for another surge” could become the boilerplate mantra of our lives.
Risk is fundamental to the human condition. We cannot be made free of risk, nor should a government entity believe that such an impossible task is their mandate. Such a mandate opens the door to, in the future, there being other unknown manipulations of our behavior. If we are told by the government not to sing or talk loudly at our own family table, it is not necessarily far-fetched to imagine the unimaginable.
Call the police on your neighbors, which suggests you are expected to be counting their arrivals? When we are looked at as people who cannot be trusted to measure our own sense of risk, anything can happen.
I appreciate the counsel we have been given and I adhere to it. But I think we have fallen under the rubric of being careful what you wish for if you wish for a government to save you from risk. Risk is the very soul of our existence. Without it we are not dead, but we are deadened.
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