Friday 4 September 2020

The Beginning of the End 4: New Balls Please

Infection rate is almost 2000! Couldn't happen at a worse time. Will it mean anything long term? Who knows. The death rate however is low. Some argue that this is because the main cohort getting the disease aren't the traditionally vulnerable/old, but the young who are surviving it more.

Get back to work though. Travel on buses, already a vector for viruses of all unpleasant kinds. 

WHO reminds us that a vaccine, pending some Putin/Trump informed miracle cure (death sentence), won't be available for another year. We can hope otherwise. 

So this is where we are, and here we are. Wish you were here? 

What do we do? How do we get back to normal? We don't; this is the new normal. Infection rate goes up, infection rate goes down. Virus remains. The people that argue lockdowns inspire fear and we shouldn't ought to give in to fear are the most frightened of all - and who can blame them? I just wish they weren't the ones the media would like to listen to. Is our public discourse really in the hands of David Icke or Jeremy's gullible brother?

I rather hope not. But public opinion is like a tennis ball, batted back and forth between disdainful authoritarianism that wants us all sacrificed in profit's altar, or crazy people who doubt the reality is even real. It's dizzying living like this. When people speak of mental health and how it's affected by the lockdown, they ignore that it's this game that's being played causing it all.

And that's before Boris Johnson and his shit show clown car posse bring in the new balls please.

That's all for today

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