Tentatively, with the subtlety of a racist sledgehammer, our Tory overlords peel back the protective layer over our lives. First to step outside, the proverbial canaries in the covid mines, are the kids and their teachers. Compelled by hegemony to enter workplaces with no guarantee of safety knowing full well children are the least likely to abide by social distancing.
This concept, important it may be, will be the excuse the Tories use when it all goes tits up. Hopefully, forlornly, it won't. But if it does then they get to blame us for not following the rules. Even though they didn't.
Meanwhile the R rate threatens danger. Inevitably, I believe, that will rise. By how much, that's the question. Tomorrow we step into a new world, the olrd world but with added risk. Tomorrow, which means today, which means people are already ignoring warnings because the message has been a clustertastrophe shepherded by people who don't care about the proverbial sheep. The dog trying to herd us around the Corona paddock also wants to bite us.
We are on our own from here on. There is, effectively, no effective government. Britain is a failed state. When you give air time to a special adviser who turns up late to an interview special advisers aren't allowed to give to lie through his teeth you know we are abandoned. They are laughing at us. Correction: they are profiting from us. That's all they want.
They are suggesting local lockdowns could work if outbreaks reappear. A completely unenforceable idea. Will there be checkpoints on the highways into town? Of course not, it's meaningless. People will just drive out and go elsewhere. They are doing that already, because the government has by coincidence or design allowed it. A failed state.
We are still counting deaths in the triple figures. Italy, now, is recording a third of the deaths we are still experiencing. Their approach is cautious. Ours is cavalier and self sabotaged.
Does this look cautious?
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