I wish I was making this stuff up, but unlike reality, fiction has to make sense.
A five-year-old boy is under observation at New York City’s Bellevue Hospital this morning after experiencing a 103-degree fever after returning home from Guinea Saturday, prompting Ebola concerns, officials told ABC News.No Ebola testing is being done because presumably, the best scientific evidence in the world where NY's health authorities live, 5-year-old boys are incapable of catching Ebola, because they don't stick their hands on everything, and then into their mouth, and thus couldn't possibly be carrying a deadly disease from a third-world shithole to NYC, thus can't possibly spread it to anyone else (like all the staff and other kids in the hospital) while not-in-isolation.The boy is in isolation, but has not been tested for Ebola and is not under quarantine, the city’s health department said.
Authorities there, who put the oaf in official, were quick to point out that at least they'd prevented the closure of the NYC subways on a Monday morning, or any additional bowling alleys, which would have been far more serious.
Meanwhile, Commandant Christie has bravely stuck to his guns in quarantining epic crybaby Kaci Hickox, while simultaneously shooting himself in the foot by keeping her in an unheated tent with no shower in a hospital parking lot, and naught but a box to crap in, there apparently being nowhere else more suitable to quarantine returnees in the Garden State, and proving the careful thought and deliberate foresight in that state's health authorities.
But under the heading of Crazy Like A Fox, Commandant Christie's move has managed to make it a virtual certainty that any future returnees from Ebolaville will elect to return to NYC, Chicago, DC, or Atlanta, so he has got that working for him in this situation.
No word on how relieved the state of Maine is, particularly since Hickox was planning to hunker down for her Imaginary Self-Quarantine with her friend-boy, in some small town in the woods, and the nearest major hospital being in all probability in Boston.
When asked about how anyone would check on her temps twice a day 50 miles from town in BFE, Maine, Hickox is believed to have replied, "Sh'yeah as if!"