There's a lovely man that works where I rent a car to go camping in the summer. When I walk in with my N95 in place, he starts wiping the shit out of the counter and applying sanitizer liberally to his own hands and the car keys before passing them over to me in order to keep me safe. So thoughtful!
But he doesn't wear a mask.
That's what bad public health comms does to people. It keeps people unaware that Covid lives in the air more than the counter.
And that's what's happening to the Leafs, as they succumb, one by one, to a mysterious illness.
"Remember that kids' show where there's always a mystery and it's totally obvious but the townspeople can't figure it out, and then after half an hour of a toddler shouting clues at the TV, the dog finally puts it together and solves the mystery?"
It's not just from bad comms, although that's where it started. At this point in the game, shifting sides on this means letting in some pretty painful shit.
Whenever acknowledging what is true can provoke feelings of guilt or shame for what we believed was true in the past, we will fight to stay ignorant.
