I loathe these political discussions, yet find myself reading every word of them, fascinated to learn how my fellow Hayabusa purists feel about such things. Call me conflicted in that regard.
Let me propose here a hypothetical situation: a large well-funded entity (gov’t, corporate, institution, et al) offers me a significant amount of money (7, 8, 9 figures? I’ll get to that point in a moment) to advocate owning a Hayabusa as a cure, or a preventative.
Are you kidding? I would acquire the data, build the science, manipulate that data, misapply that science with feral diligence in order to underscore my advocacy. Because there’s money in it for me. Lots of money. And perhaps prestige (which increases my earning potential).
At which point someone would be bound to ask, “But John, have you no morals, no ethics? Motorcycles will not prevent the spread of the common cold, much less viral infections.”
At which point an informational door has been opened, and out pours all of that accumulated data, which, if assembled properly, is part empirical fact (helmets are a form of protective cover), but largely contextual conjecture (any protective cover reduces the chance of exposure). The argument becomes protracted; salient points get fuzzy, focus is lost, and I have essentially proven that my advocacy might have at least some merit, which is a win, these MSM days.
…a significant amount of money …
Everybody has a number, the mentioned number where we stop, think, consider.
It’s an old joke: I once asked a co-worker if they’d sleep with the boss for a million bucks. They considered that proposition for a moment, then said yes. So I then asked if they’d sleep with me for a hundred bucks. My co-worked feigned astonishment. “What do you think I am??” To which I responded, “That’s already been answered; now we’re just negotiating.”
Name the category of person who is exempt from this scenario and I will tell you to ask again and offer them more money.