We Pfollowed the “science” and where did that get us?
Omicron - wasn’t that the name of the kid in the story who pointed at the Emperor and said “Cor, blimey, the Guvnor is stark bollock naked”?
As a general rule of thumb if someone claims that something has a significant benefit it should be pretty much staring you in the face - it shouldn’t need a whole bunch of fancy linear regressions and statistical jiggery-pokery to be able to spot it.
If your Emperor is walking down the street and his meat and two veg are jiggling about for all to see, then it’s fair to say that his clothing isn’t having any significant effect.
Lockdowns, distancing, masks, Perspex screens, one-way systems, test and trace, and to some extent even the Glorious Goo itself - all made of material so fine you can’t even bloody see it.
One thing that Omicron appears to be doing for us is opening the eyes of many to the gossamer-thin effectiveness of the various measures from the planet Moron that have been illiberally foisted upon us in order to combat a respiratory virus.
The worms of woe are turning. We’re seeing even the most slimy of them change their tune a bit. Even the chief cheerleader of lockdown Mr Piers “I’m going to get someone on my show just so I can shout over the top of them and prevent them from saying anything” Morgan has started to question things now. He won’t be eating humble pie, though. I doubt whether he’s aware of the existence of the word “humble” in the English language.
It would, perhaps, be harder to find a more stark comparison between individuals than the gulf of intellect that separates the Morgans of this world from the Chestertons. I going to reproduce one of my favourite thoughts from G.K. Chesterton in full. It’s worth reading and thinking about. It encapsulates a principle we should do well to heed in all sorts of things.
In the matter of reforming things, as distinct from deforming them, there is one plain and simple principle; a principle which will probably be called a paradox. There exists in such a case a certain institution or law; let us say, for the sake of simplicity, a fence or gate erected across a road. The more modern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, "I don't see the use of this; let us clear it away." To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer: "If you don't see the use of it, I certainly won't let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it.
This paradox rests on the most elementary common sense. The gate or fence did not grow there. It was not set up by somnambulists who built it in their sleep. It is highly improbable that it was put there by escaped lunatics who were for some reason loose in the street. Some person had some reason for thinking it would be a good thing for somebody. And until we know what the reason was, we really cannot judge whether the reason was reasonable. It is extremely probable that we have overlooked some whole aspect of the question, if something set up by human beings like ourselves seems to be entirely meaningless and mysterious. There are reformers who get over this difficulty by assuming that all their fathers were fools; but if that be so, we can only say that folly appears to be a hereditary disease. But the truth is that nobody has any business to destroy a social institution until he has really seen it as an historical institution. If he knows how it arose, and what purposes it was supposed to serve, he may really be able to say that they were bad purposes, that they have since become bad purposes, or that they are purposes which are no longer served. But if he simply stares at the thing as a senseless monstrosity that has somehow sprung up in his path, it is he and not the traditionalist who is suffering from an illusion.
I have tried to condense this into the following principle, the TLDR:
We can’t properly understand what something is doing until we fully understand what the consequences of undoing it are.
In the course of Pfollowing the “science” over the last two years we have dismantled so many things in the illusory pursuit of ‘saving’ lives. We need to mantle them again - and quickly. We have undone so many things that hold us together as human beings in human societies - and I fear we have no real idea of the consequences for having done so.
We masked everyone. In some places masks were even required outside (it’s that Pfucking science again isn’t it?). Didn’t work. No discernible effect can be seen in any of the data. Of course, it’s obvious why they can’t work as infection control measures when the thing you’re trying to stop is a micron-sized virion and you actually have to breathe, or you will die.
Masks might work if the virus was transmitted on great globs of phlegm. But it isn’t. It’s aerosolized - and something of 1-2 microns in size can stay in the air for two weeks or more. But the “science” said that these things travel 6 feet and then crash land. So we Pfollowed that “science”.
But we lost so much, for so very little, in the course of masking everyone with their face-placebos. The eyes might be the window to our souls, but our smiles and expressions are the curtains. It’s really difficult to properly connect with someone wearing a mask - and if everyone is masked you might as well be doing your shopping in an aisle full of blow-up dolls.
We cared for our elderly by isolating them. We turned their last few months into a living hell devoid of warmth and the human contact of their families. Many died alone without being able to see their families again.
My dad died earlier this year, in March. He and mum were married in 1953. For the last 3 years of his life dad had to go into a nursing home. Until covid, mum visited him for several hours every single day without fail. When covid struck it was a few months before she was even able to see him, and then only once a week by appointment, through a plastic screen and wearing enough plastic to strangle a dolphin. He was a truly great man, living a life empty of station, wealth or fame, but a life so completely full of love, warmth and laughter. Except for the year of covid.
An ordinary life lived in an extraordinary way.
I am not criticizing the nursing home or the staff there - they actually did an amazing job trying to cope with all the various government requirements imposed upon them and still provide the best level of care and humanity they could.
Had my dad still had his full sense of self I know exactly what he would have said to all the restrictions and measures : sod that for a game of soldiers. He wouldn’t have traded a year of his life for the chance to hold and hug the love of his life.
We’ve turned a significant fraction of the population into basket cases. They are afraid of the air, afraid of perfectly healthy people getting too close to them. They suffer from OCD - Obsessive Covid Disorder. Over Christmas I saw some pictures of the queues for testing centres. Perfectly healthy people, queueing in socially-distanced lines hundreds of yards long, in order to test to see whether they are ill (or ‘ill’ as defined by Pfollowing the “science” - the PCR-generated tick of doom).
And even if they did have some symptoms perhaps it was the dreaded Omicron.
And papers (or some God-forsaken app) to have a cup of coffee? What the Pfuck have we done? With many high-profile people trying to vilify, demean and discriminate against the vaccine-free we’re seeing a very ugly side of humanity. Even the Archbishop of Canterbury weighed in by inferring that the vaccine-free were morally deficient. Pfuck off, you sanctimonious twat.
I think even the Pope has sacked unvaccinated staff. Perhaps we should be calling it the Vaccican from now on.
We’re undoing all of the threads that hold us together as human beings - the things that allow us to rise above our baser instincts. I don’t think we really understand what it is we have undone.
Let 2022 be the year we stop Pfollowing the “science”.
It is a shame that your father and thousands of others were left alone to die by the incompetent "experts."
I'm not a virology expert or even a doctor, but I'm an intelligent rational human being and it took little time before I was calling bullshit on the Foe Pandemic.
My Mom and Dad were married in August of 1953. They had been married almost 52 years when Mom passed. Dad passed 15 months later. He was lost without her.