As [Emory]doctors and nurses there worked to keep desperately ill patients alive in August, the county threatened to disconnect Emory from sewer lines if Ebola wastes went down the drain. The company that hauled medical trash to the incinerator refused to take anything used on an Ebola patient unless it was sterilized first. Couriers would not drive the patients’ blood samples a few blocks away for testing at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. And pizza places would not deliver to staff members in any part of the hospital.
Since I'm not a serious blog, I'll compare sanitation with pizza and sandwiches.
When Emory had one (1) ebola patient, the pizza places stopped delivery services to staff members. Jimmy John's speedy services continued while local government wanted to cut off the water.
So much for the defenders of the Noble Cause, Bible thumping, Sunday morning compassion, and Southern manners.
No pizza for you! Said the pizza Nazi from Atlanta.
No water for you! Said Boss Hog.
No courage.
For all the talk and posturing about a New South or the merits of the Old South, when the jungle comes calling in Atlanta, Atlanta's finest invoke the basic laws of the jungle.
