A massive covid outbreak at, where else, a government facility; a DVLA facility in Wales. This speaks to the heart of the ongoing failed covid response. They are not willing to protect people and have not done enough to ensure that people can safely stop working. It is not in their DNA and so this will never change, even with the pressure on, as this case has, hopefully, bought to bear. Instead I suspect they will dither and dither. The virus, I'm afraid, will not. It doesn't care about your politics or whether you have enough to live on and can afford to self isolate. In fact it would prefer that you didn't. Consequently our government is actively helping it.
Crying Matt regularly pops up now, like a hideous Jack in the Box, to remind us how nothing is improving in terms of the lockdown ending. A long way off he says, from the comfort of privilege. Recently he has been pretending to self isolate, but that means nothing to the ruling class. Their walls are not stifling and in decline. They have everything they could want and the power to have the rest delivered privately by people paid enough not to care if they catch the death disease. Sunak, for instance, has a portfolio of mansions. His office alone is probably the envy of working class, locked in their flats and tenements, throughout the land. Private jets are private for a reason.
There is no justice in any of this. When it ends, or at least morphs into a presence we can accept in our lives as we will have to, they will hurtle austerity at us and finish us off. Gone, will be the NHS. Gutted of its workers, those that survived, who will have left due to stress and desperate conditions the government have inflicted, the remains will be sold to pay off this debt. Their debt. Vast corporations avoid tax, btu the NHS hasn't that luxury. It will exist in name only, the one thing that the vultures can trade on that they ironically cannot touch. Crying Matt will have more crocodile tears, but the situation will compel the capitalist in him. It will be the same across the social spectrum: education, housing, social services etc. All grist to the mill; all to save capitalism at the cost of everything. In the background, the grim spectre of Brexit. The stupid pointless of it all; the paucity of ambition tempered by xenophobia compelled our idiot government to heap woe upon misery at the worst time imaginable. Who but Johnson could pursue Brexit at the height of the pandemic? Who else would want to?
Tomorrow is another point of light to celebrate in the movement of the seasons. A thing I'm into. It's what I define as spirituality. Moements during the year, the cycle of our days, that helps to navigate thorugh the dark and into the light again. Now more vital than ever, given the intensity of the storm that surrounds this particular dark period. All the more dark. Monday is when the sun rises, once again (locally at least), at 8am. This is a good thing; I always feel that we are truly in Winter's grasp when the days start after 8am. From then on it's downhill, like a toboggan ride. Celebrate these points, make them mean something. Because they do.
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