They brought in a new law yesterday.
As and from yesterday it is mandatory to wear a face mask on public transport in Ireland.
Our gubmint loves laws. There are libraries full of heavy tomes containing all those laws that date back anything up to a couple of hundred years ago. If they discover a flaw in a law they don’t fix it – they introduce another law which overrides the faulty part of the old law. So there are layers of laws upon laws which I suppose keep lawyers nicely busy. Equally any problem can be solved with a new law.
This latest law is a classic. The police are refusing to enforce it as they quite rightly can’t be expected to travel around on buses or trains all day in the hopes of catching an exposed face. The drivers equally and quite rightly say they are drivers, not law enforcers. So it’s a law which is somewhat typical of a lot of others laws – a load of print on a page to add to the libraries.
Apparently if I fail to wear one of their face nappies I am liable to be lumbered with a fine of €2,500, or, if I want I can do six months in one of our over-stuffed prisons. Nice. This obviously ranks as a really serious crime.
The law also fails to define a “mask”. So presumably I can tear a strip off an old sheet and tie it around my face and I’m grand? Or I can stick a bit of paper over my face and claim it’s a mask? What happens if I wear a full-face Halloween mask? Is that covered? Or a Balaclava? The latter is probably perfectly acceptable as terrorists and criminals are considered safer than someone who might cough in your vicinity?
Kids under the age of thirteen are exempt. So we have learned something new about Covid-19 – it is aware of human ageing and will steer well clear of a pre-teen.
I spent quite a while in the village yesterday. At one point a bus arrived from Dublin and I watched the passengers alight. They all seemed to have some form of nappy stuck on their faces all right, varying from plain to high fashion. They looked stupid. They were also the only people who wore the damned things as the rest of us in the village are trying to get back to normal.
Incidentally, I noticed that the entire county of Wicklow reported seven new cases in the past few days. I think the odds of meeting one are slimmer than winning the lottery?
When is this madness going to end?