Anticipation
We’re living in interesting times here in Li’l Ol’ Ireland.
On one hand there is Nphet [the National Public Health Emergency Team – they are shite at acronyms] who play with their computer models and whose aim is to bring numbers as low as possible. People don’t matter: it’s the numbers that are vital. So if they had their way we would all be isolated in perpetuity so that the numbers were okay. Business failures, cancer deaths and suicides are merely “friendly fire” or “collateral damage” as the Yanks would say. The are losing the run of themselves as they seem to think they are running the place.
On the other hand there is the gubmint. Even they realise that us plebs are getting a bit pissed off with all their petty regulations so are keen to relax things a bit.
So we exit lockdown V5.0 on the 1st which is Tuesday. and go into Lockdown V3.2. Nphet however want us to exit the day after and then only to Lockdown V4.0. How the Virus distinguishes the difference is a mystery. Apparently it’s calendar aware or something.
Gubmint are apparently happy for pubs and restaurants to open on Tuesday but Nphet demand that they do take-away only from Wednesday.
Gubmint are planning to allow unrestricted travel in a couple of weeks time while Nphet demand that we all stay within our counties.
Nphet have issued a warning telling us plebs to ignore the gubmint and abide by their rules unless we all want to die a horrible death. Gubmint either didn’t hear this or are choosing to ignore it.
Neither side can apparently decide how many people we invite home or from how many houses. Maybe we can attend religious services or maybe not.
What neither side seems to realise that a) we have had a bellyful of petty lockdowns and restrictions and b) it’s Christmas. People are going to do what they always do. Come Tuesday the streets are going to be black with people who have been denied access to shops for the last six weeks. Fuck your “Social Distancing” and restricted numbers. When they eventually remove the travel bans all the main roads in the country will suddenly become car parks with traffic jams for miles.
Leo Varadkar who thinks he’s still Top Dog despite his demotion to Deputy Top Dog insists on making public announcements which is beginning to piss off Top Dog MeHole Martin. He recently announced a travel ban across the Border to Norn Iron but had to recant when he was politely told that everyone is frantically trying to convince the EU that the Border doesn’t exist any more.
In other words, things are pretty chaotic here.
But the fun will really start on Tuesday.
Your virus is not as smart as ours. In our school, you have to wear a mask if you are outside the classroom door and take it off if you are inside the door. The virus knows that it must stop outside. A virus that knows it must stay in the corridor would definitely know all of your levels and could probably tell the difference between Version 3.2.1 and Version 3.2.2
Even more surreal – the Virus won't attack you if you are in a pub with a built in kitchen. Presumably the Virus has full access to all registered plans with the relevant authorities?
https://therealslog.com/2020/11/27/at-the-end-of-the-day-986/
I wonder how many of you have noticed that, of the seven so-called vaccines against Covid19 on offer, five are in fact DNA messenger systems: total unknowns when it comes to medium-term consequences ranging from birth defects to sperm counts and a hundred other factors.
I wonder how many of you have noticed that a broad spectrum of US, European and Asian analysts have now conclusively shown (based on data series, not models) that Lockdown has no discernible effect whatsoever on Covid19 deaths per million.
I wonder how many of you have noticed that American seasonal death data numbers show no additional deaths in the 75+ age demographic compared to averages going back to 2006 – and fewer medical pathogen deaths than normal among the 40-60 age groups.
I wonder how many of you have noticed that there has been a pan-global Pharma, political and media attempt the create the World’s Only Pandemic in History that didn’t involve funeral directors in any overtime.
I wonder how many of you have noticed that not enough people so far have noticed any of this, and whether you wonder if this has anything to do with their addiction to five seasons of The Royals, and eight seasons of Game of Thrones.
Sadly it's a case of the blind leading the blind.
I'm afraid it's a bit more sinister than that.