Our lot are in full panic mode again.
All the talk is about omicron, omicron and more fucking omicron.
To listen to them you would imagine we are surrounded by the hoards of barbarians all bashing at the walls and gates trying to get in.
They are now talking about closing pubs at five in the afternoon. Right! So we are all supposed to get our drinking done in the afternoon instead of the evening? Is omicron known to be an evening binger? I thought one of the big sources of infection was in schools, but we’re not going to close them at all at all. No chance.
Lash money out to the schools so they can install some air testing yoke. Tell ’em all to keep their windows open [winter has arrived, by the way]. Tell the infants to wear masks. Tell all doctors to ignore their patients and concentrate on giving boosters. Boosters, boosters, we all have to get boosters.
All of this incidentally is to prevent the HSE from being “overwhelmed” which is another favourite word doing the rounds. Well, I’ll let them into a little secret – the HSE is overwhelmed every fucking year for as far back as I can remember. Year after year we hear of the hundreds sleeping on trolleys waiting for beds. Every year we hear of some eighty or ninety year old who had to spend three nights on a trolley in a hospital corridor until they finally expired before a doctor could see them of before they could get a bed. Every year they plead with us to visit our doctor first before heading to a hospital [except that this year your doctor can’t see you because he’s too busy with the boosters]. Every fucking year it’s the same. So why should this year be any different?
Because now they can blame it on omicron.
You see, if we “beat” omicron, this year will be different. Suddenly the hospitals will be empty and the “front line” staff can take a well earned break. All it takes is for us to abstain from an evening pint, not go to a football match and only invite six into our homes instead of seven. Simples.
Why am I so underwhelmed?