Tea spoons, door bells and immolation
And so we reach new depths of insanity.
There is the news from the UK that it is better to burn to death rather than spread the virus. I suppose it’s one way of ensuring the unfortunates don’t infect anyone else? It’s all a case of priorities.
Here in Ireland we have discovered a rather starting fact.
It’s not the Direct Provision Centres [where immigrants are corralled in close confinement] that are the centre of so many clusters. It’s not the meat processing plants, or indeed it’s not the Old Folks homes where so many have died. It’s not even the million or so kids who are all back at school and who couldn’t possibly be innocent carriers of Rona from home to home across the land.
No. The real problem is our door bells and visitors using our tea spoons to stir their cups. Fuck me! Who would have guessed? Thousands of door bell buttons sitting festering on our front doors? Those deadly little tea spoons? And I can never use a towel again.
What worries me is how far this is going to go. Will they announce that sunlight passing through infected neighbours’ airspace is turning my garden into a Virus Hotspot. Will a sneeze linger in the air for a thousand years? Are farts deadly carriers? Will the act of reading the words Covid-19 or Coronavirus cause an outbreak?
Maybe they should shut the fuck up about it altogether with no more histrionics and no “restrictions”?
That could work.
If only they would STFU: unfortunately, that probably ain't gonna happen. Since the élite disarmed we plebs (for their protection, not ours) all we have in the way of encouragement are sticks with sharp pointy ends. And lamp-posts. And ropes.
*facepalm* all round, ad infinitum ad nauseam …