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Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2020
The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile the healthcare officials display their wrought numbers to show us the flattening of the curve has set in. 
The question should be asked here what we know? Do we really know where the virus is when we don't test? I think we can all answer that question, we simply don't know? 
Until the testing is truly ramped up, there's only one number to look at which conveys the true cost of this pandemic, that number is the weekly or monthly death rate inside our populations.
All else is in fact a construct of either our health authorities, our government or our media, of which the last eagerly, willfully and deliberately copies these numbers and displays 'm in ever more incomprehensible ways to show the public the curve is bending towards the projected cutoff from the exponential curve. They all are your worst nightmare maleficent bookkeepers who bend bad numbers into success stories. Excuse for the word bookkeepers here, for all those who are trustworthy ones.
Hard questions aren't asked of those responsible. To me this once more reveals how much the hotshots are intertwined with those who represent our sources for news, it represents a level of contempt for the general public which is the true sadness laid bare in this crisis.
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