… the next election may depend upon nothing but this virus.
Trump will be accused not only of generating the thing by the “This is Gaia defending herself from the human cancer” variety of fruitcakes (who all vote Bernie), but also of some combination of incompetence and malice for “playing it down”.
The 2020 election will be held either in a time of bread lines and death, or in a time of investigations in the wake of a “preventable disaster”, wherein suddenly every Democrat is an expert on everything and the media sings the song.
On the whole, it probably makes very little difference what Trump says, as the American public will only tolerate so much of quarantining, and can rarely be coerced into even basic hygiene. Most people live hand-to-mouth despite fat bank accounts because they trust the infrastructure not only with their convenience, but with their lives. So even if Trump should hop atop the podium and and tell people gravely to prepare, and to bunker down — we wouldn’t. There’s no benefit to being frank with most people, and massive risk. So happy-talk is probably the right answer no matter how dire the situation could be.
Well, if you wanted to be glum today, think about this.