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Drew WilsonWho do you cry to when everyone is used to seeing you smile and they have never seen you shed a tear? They might not understand, they might not get it, they might tell you to be strong and hold yourself together but they don’t know that the tears of someone who does not… via
We, in the developed world, take for granted the relative ease potable water is made available to us. Decently maintained water systems (with growing exceptions in the United States; more on that later) and the bottled water industry ensure the nourishing liquid never eludes parched hands. Inundated in fresh water, seldom do we ruminate upon the woes of
Zika. Sigh. I have failed to contain the beachhead these wee beasties have established within the minds of Americans (See Fear 1.0 and Fear 2.0 for my vain attempts). Unlike Ebola, Zika means to stay and torment us indefinitely. And it has succeed at the task because it means to strike at our fecundity. Hell hath no fury
C'est Acceptable? 