Until the Trump years, the Feds coordinated the national response
as a matter of course. Never once heard anyone question whether
they would step up to the job. It would have been slightly akin to
wondering if they had quit collecting taxes in those years.
So, to be clear, the states made their plans with the guidance of
the Feds, who then went on to overall coordinate the roll out.
Federal coordination avoids such situations as states bidding against
states for the same lots of vaccines, protective gear, ventilators, etc.
That happened this time, and it helped immensely to create
the confusion and delays that have unnecessarily cost so many lives
and caused so many grieving friends and relatives.
In addition, the bidding wars that resulted from a lack of Federal
coordination jacked up the prices for nearly everything with the
result that states didn't have enough money to do nearly as much as
they could have done even in such a messy situation.
There were other consequences that you can find out about easily
enough if you want to go into more detail than I've given.
Just one last point. There are moments even in this mess when
the irony is so thick it's delicious. e.g. Trump claiming a decisive
role, via Operation Warp Speed, in rolling out the vaccine. As the
pharmaceutical companies themselves stated in the days following
Trump's bold claim, it was all news to them. Pfizer, for instance,
pointed out they had publicly refused accepting government money
to develop their vaccine, and other companies offered their own
reality checks to Trump's claims. The irony, of course, is that by
that time, people were still relying on Trump for the truth about
anything.
We humans are so predictable. Sometimes, all you need grasp is we
struggle to learn anything at all. That applies to learning that we struggle
to lean.
I'm dumb as bricks, Audie, but my life-long ambition is to die the last
remaining realist on the planet. Damn conclusive evidence I'm dumb
as bricks.
Yet I got the idea from a poet who had grown up in my
hometown, and around 1900 or so was nationally famous. Forgotten now.
He wrote a poem I read as a teen about a village idiot who became
so embarrassed to gradually discover he was the village's idiot he
committed himself to the ambition of memorizing the entire contents
of the Encyclopedia Britannica. According to the poem he died
while memorizing the B volume.
It made an impression on me. I committed myself to die a realist.