France’s President Nicolas Sarkozy, responded by asking the entire European Union to restrict flights to Mexico. Although judging by the speed at which this media-borne virus is spreading, by the time he gets an answer, he could have zombies knocking at the door of the Elysee.
Meanwhile, the border between America and Mexico remains wide open. President Obama says it’s a “serious situation”, then did what comes naturally to him in stressful situations: He reached into America’s piggy bank for $1.5 billion. For what exactly? Who knows. But apparently the cure for this thing, like many other problems in life, is just a little retail therapy.
How seriously is Mexico taking this? Very! You can tell by all the Mexicans running around in paper masks from the dollar store in front of CNN’s medical correspondent, Dr. Sanjay Gupta, who is apparently risking life and death to bring you the media coolness you have come to expect, by taking his off and slinging it around his neck whenever the red camera light goes on.
Remember the last time you got sick with the flu and remembered, “Damn, I should never have let that guy on the subway cough straight into my mouth! I should have known better from last year when that guy sneezed right into my face and up my nose!” That’s what those masks are meant to prevent. If they were any more useful, the Center for Disease Control would be kicking itself right now for investing all that money on respirators and full suits for their researchers.
But I’m sure your biggest concern with this media-borne quagmire is, “How is Hollywood handling all of this?” Only a couple of weeks ago, Ashton Kutcher (backed by his wife Demi Moore and his friend P. Diddy) was in a death match with CNN and Larry King in their race to a million followers on the social networking website, Twitter. In the process, they raised tens of thousands of dollars for malaria-countering bed nets in Africa. Even Oprah pitched in.
That must really be a difficult thing to deal with – being so out of vogue, literally overnight, in their world-saving efforts. Psyched out by malaria-carrying mosquitoes. I wonder how George Clooney feels about sleeping with a pet pot-bellied pig all those years? Does he feel some responsibility for coddling the enemy? Kind of like when Rumsfeld shook Saddam Hussein’s hand back when Iraq was an ally, isn’t it, George?