The North West is on fire, sir. Shall we do something?
Turns out that when everyone turned out at 10pm, they all piled into the streets to continue drinking and socialising. Corona happy hour!
The government isn't responding. Boris Johnson is a leader absent from responsibility. He has no answers, no clue, and is advised by the very forces of darkness. Students are in lockdown and, very soon, meltdown. Scuttlebutt is that, soon, Hancock will compel them into their dormitories and halls of residence for Christmas meaning they can't go home.
This is a fucking disaster. Corona and ale a match made in hell! What did the government think was going to happen when, after unprecedented (and dreadfully late) social upheaval, they opened everything back up again. It's like watching a slow motion factory fire. But no one's calling 999 and the operator works for a private company with no experience overseen by a clown lady who doesn't even understand what the science and her own evidence tells her.
This is not good for my state of mind.
The days grow darker, the air grows colder. A sharp breeze has formed from quite possibly the tropic of misery we are now living under. Trade winds of ill fortune, from whom are leaders are shielded by virtue of ignorance.
I'd be terrified if I wasn't so easily distracted, but even that is getting harder. Fortunately I am financially secure for the moment. That could easily change (I have a mattress on the wrong side of functional).
I have to believe Boris has lost control. He has no idea what to do and instead sublimates that to privileged and entirely narcissistic concerns about nannies and cleaners and the pittance he feels he earns. (Hint: it isn't.) Ruffling your piss coloured locks won't save you, Boris. Nor will it save us. You are a failed state in a state of failure. You are leading us into viral disaster by not leading us out of it. You have squandered it all. A few months ago things were reasonably under control (relatively speaking). Even trips to the beach and the state opening of Poundland didn't cause a problem. Now?
Eating out didn't help out.
Rushing back to the office and stopping only for Pret as proved ill advised.
Opening the pubs and bars was a calamitous mistake.
Do. Something. This lady has it right, from Question Time.
If our economy has a virus running through it, it cannot survive nor function. That is why the health crisis must take precedence. How can business open with a virus present? How can staff be safe? Customers? Supply chain? How can you guarantee something will actually be 'covid secure'? Or is that the key phrase the government will use to bully people?
But it's a point the government has singularly failed to explain this to people. Instead the public are left to scratch their heads at the mixed messages. They simply ask why their kids can't see their friends or grandparents. This latter should be an easy and obviously thing to understand, yet the fault isn't with the working class. It's with the ruling class who arrogantly assume either everyone is a technocrat or a genius. People don't have time to understand when they're trying to survive. You didn't explain it to them.
Same with this app. As someone else on twitter (I can't take credit) pointed out: if you can afford a phone capable of running the Covid App (which I couldn't find on the Google Play store, never mind that I can't run it) then you're a scrounger/benefits are too generous. But if you can't then you are a health hazard not playing their part. Do they get this?
That's not to say people can't still be pricks. There's no monopoly on stupid in terms of class. Don't be a dick, wash your hands, isolate if told to (and you can, otherwise...well I don't really know!), wear a mask. CLOSE THE FUCKING PUBS!
https://twitter.com/bbcquestiontime/status/1309253142136193029
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