It thins the herd, especially of those who crave social gathering.
The people with a low enough IQ to have poor hygeine and the narcissist, whose grandiose entitlement deludes them into thinking they won’t get any disease (inc. sexual transmission) or it won’t be a “big deal”.
Already, I’ve heard of rich Boomers refusing to buy £7 masks. They have sportscars.
The r-select have a surplus of children but don’t especially value any of them.
The novelty about coverage of this time is that middle-aged people are bragging immunity based on age, except the Chinks have been using elderly to mean 40+. I haven’t heard of any black cases, maybe they’re exempt?
It might benefit you to know how we handled plague (1665).
People were expected to report symptoms inside of two hours, to authorities.
Homes were shut up and guarded, some guards were murdered as infected escaped. The infected caused a lot of problems.
Weak people were robbed.
Rotten food was banned from sale because people thought it would spread disease.
Householders had to clean their doorstep twice a day. Might be where the expression comes from.
Dogs and cats were killed.
Plays, games, anything with a crowd was banned. They weren’t stupid.
Carts took bodies at night to avoid panic. They were buried six foot deep to prevent transmission. Corpses ooze.
The orders weren’t laws because MPs got bitchy about being shut up at home.
The king fled and they only discussed plague three times, two of those about the king’s safety.
Beggars and the homeless (‘refugees?’) caught it but stayed in public, interacting with people.
When people bought food, they soaked coins in vinegar to avoid catching plague.
Our ancestors were not thick.