Tuesday, April 21, 2020

State Paid More than $72 Million in Unemployment Benefits This week

Governor Tate Reeves is holding his regular Covid-19 virus briefing right now.  The presser is streamed below.


*Governor says turning on economy will not be like a light switch.  The reopening strategy will be slow.  It may involve opening different sectors or regions.

* Says SS recipients who don't file tax returns must go to IRS.gov to get the additional $500 per child.  The deadline is noon tomorrow.

* Team from Employment Services is at presser.  There are 250 people answering phones for those filing claims.  MDES Executive Director Jackie Turner said $72 million was paid out in unemployment benefits last week.  A normal week would have been $1 million.  MDES has already passed $72 million today.    The application process under CARES Act is available at the MDES website.

* 90% of deaths are over 60 years old.  79 vents with 668 available vents.  144 patients in ICU beds.  State Health Officer Dr. Thomas Dobbs said we have flattened the curve but it has not dropped.  He anticipates having more outbreaks.

* Dr. Dobbs said he has added 40 people to his pandemic team.  There are 180 team members.  He expects to add another 30 employees.  FEMA is covering the cost of expansion.

* Governor says when in-room dining is allowed, it will be under certain restrictions such as limiting capacity or setting minimum distances between tables.

* "Do you think large scale antibody testing is something the state should look into?" Question asked by a reporter.  Gee, I bet no one at UMC or MSDH thought of that one.   Dr. Dobbs and the Governor said it would be useful but it is not yet available.

The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were incidents of half an hour.

But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts.

They resolved to leave means neither of ingress nor egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death."

It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven -- an imperial suite, In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extant is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke's love of the "bizarre." The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor of which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue -- and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange -- the fifth with white -- the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes were scarlet -- a deep blood color. Now in no one of any of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro and depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly lit the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or back chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all. (KF: This is important.)

It was within this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. It pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and while the chimes of the clock yet rang. it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of Time that flies), there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for color and effects. He disregarded the "decora" of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure he was not.

He had directed, in great part, the movable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm -- much of what has been seen in "Hernani." There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There were much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these the dreams -- writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away -- they have endured but an instant -- and a light half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays of the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven there are now none of the maskers who venture, for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable drapery appalls; and to him whose foot falls on the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps that more of thought crept, with more of time into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus too, it happened, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, of horror, and of disgust.

In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood -- and his broad brow, with all the features of his face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell on this spectral image (which, with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

"Who dares" -- he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him -- "who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him -- that we may know whom we have to hang, at sunrise, from the battlements!"

It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly, for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who, at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth a hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince's person; and while the vast assembly, as with one impulse, shrank from the centers of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple -- to the purple to the green -- through the green to the orange -- through this again to the white -- and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddened with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry -- and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which most instantly afterward, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and seizing the mummer whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave cerements and corpse- like mask, which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.


18 comments:

Anonymous said...

At least these low gas prices will bankrupt the alternative energy companies

Anonymous said...

What about elective cases. My dad is waiting for his knee replacement for 4 weeks now. Is it still set to lift on April 27th?

Anonymous said...

Oh my god!

The plebes are getting filthy rich for not working.

Tate is a socialist pig.

It’s over Now

Anonymous said...

The director of the MDES needs to go! The bullshit is that the phones are still not being answered and the online service has crashed. It's time to call timeout to her crap!

Anonymous said...

What's with story book time?

Anonymous said...

to 4:13...if this was socialist medicine canada he would wait 6 months just to see a doctor.

Anonymous said...

90% of deaths are over 60?! Then the Millennials named Covid-19 correctly: Boomer Remover!

Anonymous said...

@5:30pm- a good many of us boomers are the millennials parents. You a millennial ?

Anonymous said...

4:13 - are you just incompetent and unable to understand what is being said in this conference, or are you just wanting to bitch and not listen?

Tate Reeves addressed the very issue of "elective surgeries" early on in his remarks.

I'm not going to answer it for you if you are so damned lazy that you want someone else to spoon feed your rear end rather than do the work yourself.

The way you do it is --- click on the little arrow that shows up on the screen, turn your sound on, and listen to what is being said. Then you will have your answer.

Anonymous said...

5:06

Have a 57 years young business associate who had to wait 10 months in the UK, England specifically, to have an inguinal hernia repaired. He was given a belt and told to live with it until his place in the queue came to the top. He was born and reared there but educated here. He'll tell you that their system has gone into the crapper over the past 20 years.

Anonymous said...

To everyone with reporting tired anecdotes about long waits in Canada and the UK. Here in the US you will take 15 years to pay off the medical bill if you dont go bankrupt first. Nobody in the UK or Canada goes bankrupt for having a hernia surgery. Just like they dont spend 15 years paying g student loans either.

Anonymous said...

Can people please stop talking about how obviously superior America's system of health care is to everyone else's after this past month? Apparently not?

Anonymous said...

@7:20 you should emigrate if you like their system so much. It is sort of like the folks who say they should be paying more in taxes. Nothing is stopping any of them from writing the government a check for the excess amount they feel they should pay. Same goes for you and the healthcare system you desire...just move to the country that has the system you like. Problem solved...

Anonymous said...

Hold On! The gubner can set hospital policy on scheduling surgeries? I don't believe that.

Anonymous said...

@10:12, I would emigrate if I could nut America is treated lower than a third world shithole by global immigration authorities. They aren't taking applications from us. They dont want to deal with our poor education and health issues.

Anonymous said...

5:06 pm You've never talked with an actual Canadian or Brit about their health care.

I have close friends in both places and a cousin whose job has taken them all over the world. They got better and more advanced health care in those two countries and still rave about some diagnostic tools that are less invasive and expensive that what we have. The wives are particularly happy not to have their boobs crushed regularly.

There is a wait on elective surgeries as their doctors but not on needed surgery where pain can't be managed or time is critical.

And,my friends know doctors personally and assure me that they live very well...enough to be considered " rich" just not as " rich" as some here.

Anonymous said...

7:20 If you noticed, there's a lot of people who "don't give a damn about the economy" because they want to save lives. If we don't care if everybody in the nation goes bankrupt now, why should we care if a few people go bankrupt under a capitalist system?

Do you think 90% going bankrupt with our without surgery is the same is 10% going bankrupt because they had a surgery that may have saved their life?

Anonymous said...

America has the greatest healthcare in the world for those who can afford it. For the rest it's hit-n-miss third world healthcare. And the crowd who can't afford it grows daily.

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