Once again the Tories divide Britain. While Michael Gove shops for food without a mask, it's once again the working class that will bear the brunt of Tory obfuscation and muddle. It won't be Boris Johnson that irate 'freedom' loving mask-avoiders will attack, it'll be those on minimum wage working on the shop floor. People already risking their health to serve. All we are asking is give disease no chance. Wear a fucking mask. That said, providing them - as they have in the far east - should have been a priority. All this should have been addressed months ago.
It depresses me to no end, when considering our government, just how far short of the mark they measure. If this is the best Britain's ruling class has to offer then we are fucked. How can anyone support these clowns. Of course those that do are either tribal, loyal out of ideology not reality, or benefiting from the Cummings and Gove (the real government) gravy train. We see crisis, they see opportunity - to give their mates the contracts that could save our lives. The DNA of this rotten system should be laid bare. but, once again, the media is on hand to defend, attacking anyone for thinking 'incorrectly'. That's why we have arseholes like Hitchens; rallying the delusional that think more of themselves than is earned.
Johnson of course hasn't read the report that came out a few days ago; something else to depress me infineitely. The report modelled a worst case scenario that sees a second wave begin late September and peak early next year. Coinciding with the annual Tory-unsponsored NHS crisis caused by the other corona viruses. The ones we can just about deal with. Wonderful. You're only the PM, you fucking lazy twat. You're only the man leading us through a nightmare. But by all means, if it's too much trouble and you need help with the big words, then give the job to someone else (not that I have much faith Labour will help the working class, that ship has long since sailed).
Of course he'll be indignant. I don't watch PMQ's. I won't have anything to do with the anger-porn that is Parliament. It's a total waste of time. Johnson just treats it like school days; jolly japes with Winker and Bodge in the quad. It's not reality, it's just performance art mixed with boarding school nightmare. Daliesque politics where the melting clocks are the lives of people in Britain. Sliding over the edge and into the abyss in the heat of incompetence. This is as good as it gets folks, rejoice.
He says he's taking steps to prepare the country for a second spike. I'm sure they will ber very effective in creating one too: opening pubs, encouraging people to eat and drink, not bothering to enforce and provide masks (and PPE in general) until the end fo the Summer. Yes, in this he's doing a bang up job. Winker and Bodge will be proud as they dare you to steal from the tuck shop, and then back to the dormitories for a crafty smoke of that strange smelling Jamaican stuff. This is a terrible fever dream. I will wake up like in that Twilight Episode, Midnight Sun, where the Earth moves slightly closer to the sun and everyone is burning up, only to find that it was a dream and in fact the POV character was ill and woke up to a world the other way around and everyone was freezing half to death.
Or something. I'm afraid I have no time to make sense today. I've left it too late.
Wear a mask. It won't steal your breath nor will it stop you speaking. Though in the case of those that think like this, it'd probably be a blessing it if did.
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