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.