Why Is Texas Still Manipulating Virus Data?

According to new data published from articles in Forbes and other outlets Texas has once again changed the way our numbers are tallied in terms of infections and deaths stemming from COVID-19. https://www.forbes.com/sites/karenrobinsonjacobs/2020/07/28/reporting-changes-for-covid-19-deaths-in-texas-florida-may-give-ammunition-to-hoax-believers/#5337d9a4547e

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If you have been following COVID-19 and the outbreak in Texas, you know that this isn’t the first time Texas has revamped their reporting. Back in May articles were written in The Atlantic and other outlets showing that Texas was not representing COVID-19 factually. https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2020/05/cdc-and-states-are-misreporting-covid-19-test-data-pennsylvania-georgia-texas/611935/

Our site published an article in the same month detailing how two eateries within minutes from each other were closed at different times due to COVID-19.https://shellzonit.com/2020/05/13/two-eateries-come-down-with-covid-19-and-they-are-less-than-7-miles-apart/ The newest numbers on death spikes due to COVID-19 comes as no surprise to those of us who have been tracking the virus.

For many of us, we are hearing about COVID-19 cases each week. My husband’s office is once again closed because of another COVID-19 case. This makes the third shutdown within 6 weeks. Not every case has resulted in a shutdown which is perhaps the reason why his office has been closed for at least five consecutive days now. After his boss came down with COVID-19 he and the coworkers could not get tested. Since then, there have been at least three other cases.

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I fear this is a common problem circulating in many businesses across Texas. We still have companies that are not closing down properly and making sure their buildings are cleaned to wipe out the virus. With practices like this we are going to continue to see the rise in cases. We may never know the true amount of COVID-19 cases in Texas or other states that are trying to hide the data from the people. However, as I have stated in the past, you only need to look around you. The answers are there, Google your COVID-19 cases every 24 hours and it will show you any local organizations that have closed due to COVID-19.

At this point, we cannot trust Governor Greg Abbott because he is an extension to Trumpism which right now seems to be a danger to all Americans. This is a very sad time for our state. Many of us trusted Abbott and even encouraged others like myself, to vote for him. However, he has shown us that politics come first, and that is something we can never have. We are watching the eroding of a party because the key members sold their souls for financial gain. Yet, I am encouraged by groups like The Lincoln Project. The following video could have been written from my heart and many others like myself.

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Two weeks had vanished without any calls or text. Sloan slowly closed her apartment door and made her way to the front of her building. Patience had never been a word she would have used to describe herself. Without giving her next move anymore thought, she took off walking in the direction of the clinic. Within a matter of minutes, the building came into view with boards covering the windows and a large chain wrapped around the front door. Sloan paused in a near panic and slowly walked around to the other side of the building. A large red leasing sign covered a side window.

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“Are you just now seeing it?”

Sloan jumped a little at the sound of the voice. “Yes, what about you?”

Norma walked towards Sloan and frowned. “No, I noticed it a couple of days ago. I guess we were scammed.”

        “No, I saw the company on TV, and it was in all the papers.” Sloan shook her head and looked back at the window. “Besides, I read testimonies from people who have used them in the past.”

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        “I could come up with a phony website and write a bunch of garbage testimonies. I knew it was too good to be true,” continued Norma.

          Sloan walked back to the front of the building. “Maybe they met their quota for this area. It could be anything, we are jumping to conclusions. I mean they could still call us, they said two or three weeks.”

          “Well, here’s my number just in case you lost it the last time I gave it to you. Will you call me if you hear anything?”

           Sloan took the card and quickly grabbed a small piece of paper out of her bag and wrote her number down as well. “I will call if I hear anything, but if you hear something first, could you please let me know?”

          Norma nodded and both women went their separate ways.

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  A few more weeks had rushed by and Sloan had not heard anything from the company or Norma. Life was normal at least post virus normal. There were no more shopping trips to her favorite Asian market or walks in her adored arboretum. There were however frequent briefings on tips to avoid the virus and the occasional message of law and order from President Filmore. The days seemed longer now that the chance of having a baby was no longer on the table. Sloan put down her laptop and opened her frayed purse. Norma’s number was still neatly folded in the side of her wallet. Within a matter of seconds, Sloan unfolded the card and picked up her phone. “No, I need this.” She looked back at the number and preceded to dial the digits.

“Hello,” said Norma.

“Norma, it’s Sloan! I wanted to call you…”

Norma shouted into the phone. “THANK GOODNESS, I am so glad you called me. I didn’t know if I should have called or not. I am so glad you called. I’m guessing you were called back too!”

Sloan paused.

“I wanted to call after my first appointment, but I thought it would be better to wait for your call because you don’t really seem like the sharing type.”

The room started to spin. Sloan felt the heat rising from her shoulders to her neck. Trying to maintain her balance, she backed up against the sofa and braced herself. “I didn’t get a phone call. I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out because I haven’t been out in a while.”

This time Norma paused on the other line. “I feel like a real ass right now. I thought you were calling because they contacted you.”

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“No, I guess they didn’t want me in the program.”

“Well, maybe they will call later. The lady who contacted me said they were late and that they were trying to get a new building for the people moving to the next stage in the treatment. At least give me a chance to do something nice for you. I feel really shitty for blabbing like I did.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Let me cook your dinner.”

Sloan held the phone away from her ear and looked down at a little black bug as it rushed over a small folded piece of her carpet. “I guess I could come over for a little.”

Norma’s smile could be heard through the phone. “Great! Give me like 45 minutes and I will have spaghetti and meatballs ready.”

America’s Great Decline

Today we live in a new America. We are seeing things in the news that we’ve never seen before. We are seeing armies marching our streets and armed men kidnapping people under the orders of Trump. While all of this is going on, our communities are being lit on fire by COVID-19.

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Nothing seems innocent anymore. We no longer trust each other, I fear for the future. In some instances many of us seem to be on edge due to a feeling of unrest, which seems to get more uncomfortable as the days go by. A few days ago my daughter and I went walking in our park. I noticed a van parked under a tree and a feeling that I haven’t felt in ages crept up once again. I felt fear for my safety and my daughter’s safety because the person sitting on the ground happened to be a white woman with a dog.

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I immediately grabbed onto my daughter and pulled her away from the area. After I made it home, I processed my feelings and started thinking about another time those kind of feelings showed up. It was right after 9/11 when a row full of Middle Eastern men started filling into the seats next to me. I went into a near panic mode and tried to friend the men to death! By the time the flight was over people thought I was married to the man next to me. I vowed to never again let that type of irrational fear dictate my actions.

Sadly, in the park, I repeated that process. However, this time I didn’t even try to go up and spark a conversation, I simply raced off with my child before words could be spoken. Maybe I will see the lady again at the park minus her dog and then I can say hello. I will be eagerly awaiting another chance to be the person I want to be.

Fear is the fuel for prejudice, so we must fight against letting fear overtake our hearts. Good Night.