Are you tired of being lied to yet?
Everybody it seems has an agenda related to the coronavirus pandemic. The petty dictators running (and ruining) our lives don’t want the facts or truth to undermine their power over us. Just do as you’re told and stop asking questions. If you want “proof” about how to avoid the virus, just ask one of the “experts.”
One of the most sacred commandments since the beginning of the pandemic is: Thou Shalt Not Travel.
And if you do travel, don’t travel by plane.
If you break this commandment, you are a selfish, evil person who should be ashamed.
Guilty as Charged
If that’s the case, then go ahead and launch the Inquisition. I am the ultimate COVID-19 heretic.
After a three month grounding, I got back out on the road again in June and have been traveling almost daily through the very teeth of the pandemic, visiting 33 of the 50 states.
I’ve sat on 86 flights, taken off or landed at 45 different airports, rented 28 rental cars and checked into 38 different hotels.
And as that great American wordsmith Willie Nelson said on his latest album, “I woke up still not dead again today.”
Yep. Still alive.
Not even a sniffle.
Not a headache, dry cough, or a single short breath all year.
Haven’t lost my sense of taste or smell either. In fact the barbeque I had at Lewis’ in Charleston and Gatlin’s in Houston last week was absolutely delicious.
But thank you anyway for your concern.
Look, it’s not like I’m a COVID denier.
Yes, I acknowledge there’s a virus going around. And I don’t particularly want to get it for multiple reasons, not the least of which being I don’t want to risk infecting anyone I meet in all my travels.
You’re Being Lied To
But like so much about this pandemic, the risk of travel has been exaggerated. I’m living proof.
Most of the travel experience is pretty safe if you follow some basic common sense precautions.
I always travel with a small bottle of hand sanitizer in my left pocket. If I touch one of those nasty grey bins at TSA, the hotel elevator button, or pretty much any other surface, I sanitize.
I wash my hands feverishly for “20 Mississippi’s” whenever the opportunity for a bathroom presents itself (but not the one on the airplane – just hold it).
I also travel with a supply of sanitizing wipes and spend an extra 10-15 minutes in the rental car or hotel room wiping down all the high-traffic areas so I don’t have to worry about washing and sanitizing later.
On the plane, I sit in the window seat away from the aisle traffic and generally pass on the crappy bag of mini pretzels. As soon as I sit down, I adjust the air vents, lights, and window shades, buckle my seat belt and then sanitize my hands.
As we’ve reported here at Proud American Travel, a plane is one of the least likely ways you will catch the coronavirus while traveling.
The One Institution that Refuses to Make any Changes: Unionized Government Bureaucrats
The TSA on the other hand? No surprise, that is probably the MOST likely place you’ll catch it.
TSA has made exactly zero accommodations for traveling during a pandemic, except for a few more pieces of Plexiglas which in no way deter the annoying tyrants from getting in your space and touching all your worldly possessions with their filthy blue gloves so they can justify their useless existence.
Don’t get me started about the TSA…the single most miserable part of flying through 45 different airports.
The best part?
Seeing our great country, meeting with the other freedom-loving Americans I do business with, and sampling the best burger joints and BBQ shacks in every one of those 33 states.
Traveling the blue skies and blacktop backroads of America is one of the great pleasures of life.
It’s understandable if you’re nervous about all the contradictory propaganda and so-called “proof” as stated by the “experts” surrounding this virus.
If you are unsure about taking that next trip, I encourage you to get off the couch and go. If you do it smart, it’s possible to travel and live to tell about it.
The fact that I am not dead yet should be all the “proof” you need.