Saturday 30 May 2020

Weekender 11: Scenes Beneath A Burning Sun

Let's talk about the weather. The endless blazing sunshine that people have forgotten is in fact exacerbated by climate change. I believe this, though I cannot prove it. Yes it's (almost) summer, but even May isn't normally this warm. Scientists are predicting this will be, once again, the hottest year on record. At least in mundane terms!

It hasn't rained for a very long time. While it's pleasant to be dry and not surrounded by dull grey, it's unsettling. Rain is necessary even if it's not welcome.

The days blur now. Smudged together by this sunshine. Like time on a Dali clock. I don't know how we're going to get out of this. Our lives are like this now. I can't remember what it's like to sit on a bus or be somewhere else. There's an old Star Trek TNG episode where Dr Crusher gets caught in some spacewarp and throughout the episode the crew gradually disappears and the rest don't remember them, only her. That's what it's like now. An invisible wall has shrunk around us and everything beyond survives only in memory. There is no outside world.

Test and trace is shaping up to be another government debacle. Another misstep in the dance routine that feebly passes for a pandemic response. They are fooling no one, surely? It isn't even going to be ready until the end of June. By then an entire nation will have ignored lockdown - through the government's own example. One they refuse to disown. They had the chance, but instead chose to send out the message that it's ok to blow off the rules. And so they will, all through flaming June.

What then? When virus returns and a new peak threatens? Everyone is screaming, on social media, inside their heads. Do SOMETHING. Get a fucking grip. But we know they won't. Like that scene in Jaws where Brody is screaming at everyone to get off the newly-reopened beach. The sea is still full of teeth. Now it's the air. Full of teeth. They bite but you can't always see or feel a mark.

And so they will attempt another lockdown, but it's the story fo the Boris who Lied Wolf. No one will listen. This I fear; it will be the worst of our possible worlds to come. But they do not seem to care. They have lied throughout all of this, covering their backsides. From who? We can see what's happening. Yet they gaslight us daily, slowly silencing the voices of dissent. They are not 'voices' though. They are the bloody scientists!

Meanwhile, over the pond, Trump, the lobster in chief, oversees another murdered black man. An even so horrific in its banality now. As covid rages through streets he has chosen to open, he threatens those correctly responding with rage and fire with more bullets. The response of the American ruling class is yet again to do precisely nothing. America's institutionally racist police evolved from the slave catchers of old. Now they are deputised to protect the ruling class, much like our own (smae difference).

They are the problem; never the solution. Let people manage their own communities, we can do it. We don't need a badge that means nothing other than to hide racism under a veneer of bravery and dedication. It's a facade. The police are a virus bred in the wet markets of wall street and white house. They slowly spread throughout the land, like Yahweh's angel of death summoned by Moses. Except replace 'first born of Pharaoh' with skin colour. It's a crime to be of colour in white man's America. The only America that exists, having been colonised by ethnic cleanings. A nation born in racism.

Will it ever stop?

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