A storm is brewing. A bit like that scene at the end of Terminator where, pregnant with the saviour of mankind, a former waitress stands at a lonely gas station and sees black clouds in the distance.
Fortunately I'm not pregnant. But if I was I'd like to think it would be with the child of a future revolution who will emancipate us from mechanical slavery and genocide under a computer tyranny.
None of which has any relevance to the case of Dominic Cummings; he of the bulbous head. A noggin chock full of creepy ideas, not terribly distant from the sort of amoral fantasies an artificial intelligence might devise. Except to say that the storm, largely already here, isn't going away anytime soon. Nor should it.
Do as I say, not as I do has ever been the mantra of the ruling elite. Tories, in particular. However this time - surely - they have gone too far. After several weeks of anguished lockdown faced by people in similar situations, to brazenly and incorrectly claim he is innocent - and that he acted with integrity - will not wash. Nor should it.
And now, several hours later, coming back to this piece, I am fucking raging! I can't pretend surprise because no one can be that naive, but by god! This is serious: for two months under this shambolic government this government, people have struggled with obeying rules. The fundamental aspect they could turn to, for comfort, is knowing we're all in this together.
Except, as ever, with the Tories - promulgators of this ridiculous lie, that isn't true. You're in it, not us. You're in the shit, I'm off for a drive, I might have a debilitating viral infection and my eyesight has gone wonky. Yeah yeah yeah. No.
This is too grave. This can't be forgiven or forgotten. It speaks to deeply of the current crisis and the abysmal handling by a contemptuous government. We cannot allow them to get away with this because, if a second wave appears, there will be no credibility for another stay at home message. This is like the boy who cried wolf, only instead of a boy we have a privileged selfish arsehole. This is a dangerous and irresponsible thing to have done and to endorse it, never mind to not punish it, sends a dreadfully counter productive (to put it mildly) message.
Meanwhile Boris Fuckoff has decided that pretty much the entire retail sector can reopen on the 15th of June. This will not work with a virus still present (it is). All that will happen is that town centres, such as Broadmead in Bristol, will revert to being a free for all. Footfall will need to be as it was prior in order for shops to be viable. Social distancing will fail under the weight of social inertia: people will want to get out, they will do so en masse, and so a brand new petri dish of shit will risk breeding.
So today's message: FUCKING CLASS WAR!
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