So it's decided. Another national lockdown (see postscript). Except it isn't, yet; the details are pending. It's likely going to be softer than the previously, relatively soft (compared to other countries) approach. I imagine schools will remain open because parents are workers. It's gone six thirty in the evening the PM is late in the PM for the press conference everyone needs to hear. It's like his very DNA is shit.
The bottom line is that they have again catastrophically dithered. Just like in March when it's very likely they could have saved lives had they followed the science. At this point the scientific advisers - whatever you may think of their politics - have been reduced to jesters in the Corona Court of the Dimwit King. There for the amusement of Dominic Cummings and his media mates. Which epidemiologist said the bad words this week? Oh wow, let's instead look to Doctor Fringe from Loonpants university with his 'unique' take that neatly confirms all our biases.
Cue screaming from the right wing media. Howling from Hitchens, his acolytes, and the Curtain Twitchers listening to Talk(shit) Radio/Gammon FM. None of whom cite credible evidence. Again it's just a desperate plea to the notion capital will save us. This just in: it won't. It can't. Perhaps there is something to the 5g conspiracy theory because I've never heard so much bullshit broadcast through a telephone in all my life.
How long will this lockdown last? I imagine much of November. They are certainly going to operate under the assumption that we can be open for business at Christmas. See you then for round three, when we do all of this again. How much more of this can people tolerate? An already divided society has become the chess board for the stupidest people in the country. Playing our lives like pawns while shovelling money into private pockets like they were furiously trying to speed up a steam train.
I hope to god there isn't another run on the shops. Surely, you'd hope, people will have learnt their lesson the last time. But no one's that naive, not even yours truly. I've just started going again to the Big Boy Tesco, in town. Riding the bus! Like a grown up! I guess that's not going to be possible, leaving me at the mercy of Tesco. I remember visiting them before, at the start of the lockdown, it stank of disinfectant and the shelves were half empty such that it made the lighting within harsher.
I guess there's no point worrying about what you can't control. If only that's how anxiety actually worked.
What this crisis has shown is that you can't hide the truth in a virus. This is a pandemic, it doesn't play by the rules of capitalism and state. You can't get away with venal business as usual; even if the public are blind (willingly or through duplicity) the virus isn't. Like the Terminator it can't be reasoned with and it will absolutely not stop until you need assistance to breathe (social distance Sarah!). The point being: Boris can't hide his laziness, irresponsibility, and ruling class attitudes. He is exposed. Now he must go.
Problem is, who does that leave? Keir fucking Starmer? Oh dear!
PS: Good job I didn't upload this earlier. It turns out, as I type, Johnson the Wonderclown is to grace us with a press conference outlining a lockdown for a month over November. Apparently schools and probably Wetherspoons will be exempt. You can bet this will go down like a lead balloon.
Honestly he's acting like a highly strung rockstar, delaying the press conference endlessly. Does he think he's Axl Rose ffs? People just want to know what's going one. No doubt he will use this to blame people for not doing the right thing and how it's all our fault, despite him deliberately ignoring the scientists for six months. Still what can be gained raking over old coals - we shouldn't forget though, and certainly not forgive, much as the Tories would like us to do. I don't think this will end well.
In fact I don't think it will ever end; what happens in December when he, inevitably, flings the doors wide open again and repeats the same mistakes he made in the Summer? This is now the second time he's left it too late, now, as then, we're all stuck paying the bill. Bullingdon all over again; smashing up the place and leaving everyone else to clear up his mess. Eton fucking mess. That's what these places breed. End this.
PPS: I'm not waiting for this idiot to grace us with a press conference, I'm uploading.
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