Friday 31 July 2020

The Virus Years 4: Teacup In A Storm

Trump has decided, once again, to throw his toys out the pram and declare the election null and void.

Wait, that's the election due to happen this November? 

He thinks he's going to lose so of course he preempts this to try and save face or salvage what's left of his business career, which is all his political career ever was. This is after pouting on TV that nobody likes him because of his "personality". That and the fact he's a spoiled simpleton without a shred of compassion or tolerance.

Sound familiar?

Looks like the western world is going to face a reckoning this winter, which, amid the gloom, will certainly be interesting. Albeit grimly. Our very own spoiled simpleton, along with his handlers (Cummings and Gove), will risk driving our economy further off a cliff and into the darkest pits of penury in the name of Brexit. Meanwhile Corona will be cheering on, possibly, though hopefully not, resurgent. Emboldened perhaps. Stuffed on our stupidity and shortsightedness.

I watched brief BBC bit on the current vaccine situation. Despite promising outcomes thus far the word on science street is that it will be a year from now at the earliest before we can get that bad boy into our bloodstreams. It's fair to say the boffins haven't really said otherwise. It's really only been the media spinning and spewing false hope, along with Boris offering a Christmas cure because, fuck it, it's panto season or something.

People will of course be persuaded by this ox faced human pasty. That's the tragedy of the moment.

We are going to have to adapt. This, right now, as I sit uncomfortably warm in the summer heat, half dazed, could well be as good as it gets. This might be the eye of the storm. Artificial God knows I hope not. What's depressing most of all is the thought of who's in charge. Like Corona, they don't seem to be in a hurry to piss off, and, in my view, are just as unwelcome.

Can we really tolerate another year, at least, of their malfeasance and incompetence? When the economy finally gives up the ghost they will bail out, leaving us to hold the horse. Mogg and company will escape to their respective tax havens, sunning themselves in comfort while the working class continue to face the increased austerity this disaster will surely bring. That's the only response the Tories know how to enact. Capitalism 101; make the other lot pay.

The question is: will we let them make us?

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