Well, This is all Going to Plan…
Posted on December 21, 2020
I heard a lot of people on the Radio this morning saying that the new strain of Covid-19 is the worst possible news. It’s not though is it? The worst possible news would be if it were vaccine resistant, which, by all accounts, it isn’t.
In a way it has done everyone a favour, as it has rid us of the wacky theory of a five-day free for all to wipe out half the population of pensioners. Anyone with common sense knew it was a stupid idea in the first place. It’s not like Covid-19 can be told took take five days off is it?
I also saw people having a pop at the French and other nations for blocking their borders whilst they could get clarity of what was going on. Why did they do this? Well, it might have been something to do with Matt Hancock (you know, the Health Secretary who pretends to cry) saying that there is a highly contagious strain of Covid in South East England (including Kent, where Dover is) and it is out of control.
I’m not sure what the French were supposed to do? Open the whole of their coastline, get the accordions out and throw a welcome festival? Just imagine if it was the other way round. ‘The Sun’ newspaper would be demanding we bomb their container ships out of the channel.
On the darkest day of the year, it has felt a bit like there is no light at the end of the tunnel but there is, remember, the vaccine. If it weren’t for that, the gloom would almost be too much to take. It would be a winter of the NHS collapsing with no end in sight, combined with a calamitous and bitter EU exit that so many people still appear to be excited about.
Who Wants Instability?
Why would people want a conclusion where the only winner is instability? A friend of mine said he thinks it is caused by people with hopeless lives who are prepared to be a little bit more hopeless. They are prepared to do this just to ruin everyone else’s hope for a better, more prosperous, and peaceful world.
There is some truth in that, but I also think there is some sort of desperate desire for a ‘Darkest Hour’. A narcissistic need to deliver food parcels and take pensioners to hospitals on a rowing boat because all the roads are gridlocked. A moment in time to a have our very own, 21st Century, spirit of Dunkirk. Some British folks are so obsessed with 20th Century wars and how great they are told they were; they want another one. Mad I know but think about it and tell me I am wrong.
I remember back in 2001 when there was a fuel strike. I was staying in a mobile home in Swanage and the old chap next door was searching the site for people who had run out of fuel. He had a Robin Reliant that did 80 to the gallon and this was his opportunity to do his bit in adversity by getting everyone’s shopping for them. I don’t mean to dismiss his generosity, but the fuel strike was the greatest day of his life. He couldn’t get enough of it; this was his Dunkirk moment.
I remember thinking to myself ‘Thank goodness these wonky weirdoes aren’t the ones who decide which direction the nation is heading in’.
Well, that was a mistake…these mad fuckers are driving us off a cliff and there is no stopping them.