Now the government are playing with fire...again.
I'm not sure how wise it is to be promising nearly 1000 tests a day. The vaccine is a promise, it is hope. But it isn't made real by the intensity of our collective need. Do our useless leaders think they can just sprinkle the possibility of a Christmas vaccine like fairydust? A bright Christmas?
How likely is it that a vaccine will be approved and distributed in time? Even then it will take time to work; it requires two shots a month apart and there's no way we can test it. It's not like we can infect Granny afterwards just to make sure!
This is a gamble. A necessary one, but the idea of these stinking Tories fermenting hope as recklessly as they play their Brexit game isn't the solution. Beware people pretending to be wisemen bearing gifts. I don't know how likely the vaccine is, nor how near. Hopefully very. But what comes out of the mouths of Tories should never be trusted.
Baroness Horse Rider (Dido Harding, I'm running out of witticisms, bear with me) was in front of the select committee again today. A selection of more grasping parliamentarians, including Jeremy Hunt, now trying to whitewash his time as wrecker in chief at the Department of Health. Ridiculous; is he trying to position himself, once again, as a leadership candidate once Johnson, inevitably, goes?
Of course Harding has no answers, while she takes her thousands of pounds salary (on top of her free money for being a peer). People like here must just wake up in the morning laughing like giddy drunks. I bet they can't believe their luck. Of course they can't: it isn't luck to them. It's how things should be. They are the op of the perfectly justified and necessary social order - where they belong! Fucking obscene.
This lockdown is getting me down right now.
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