Nothing makes sense

2020 is the year long-brewing madness truly engulfed the human race. It’s happened fairly frequently of course, but none more so than this year in our response to this virus. This has been no more evident than in our own government’s response, which borders on the farcical. Actually, it’s way beyond farcical. Here are a few examples.

Travel quarantines

You have to quarantine on return from a country that has far lower cases per 100,000 than Britain; and airline travel, following a foreign holiday abroad, has been shown to be responsible for around 3% of new ‘cases’. The only result of these quarantines is to blight people’s lives who can’t escape from this soul-destroying madhouse of a country and to ruin the livelihoods of those who work in the travel industry and other associated industries. 

Local lockdowns and tiers

These are simply criminal, and wildly inconsistent. Areas are locked down that have lower case rates than others that are not. And has been pointed out, they don’t actually work. Nineteen out of 20 areas recently locked down in the north saw cases rise. All they do is postpone Covid pain very slightly while destroying people’s will to live and ability to make a living. 

Local vs nation lockdowns

So Johnson says he doesn’t want another national lockdown - while putting the majority of the country into a local lockdown. You can’t make this stuff up. It’s pure Lewis Carroll.

Curfews

Restaurants and pubs were responsible for around 4% of new ‘cases’, and yet were ordered to shut at 10pm, which makes no difference at all. In fact, as more people pile out around the same time, the more mingling there is. It literally makes no sense, and yet the government turns its face to the wall when confronted with the evidence of this.

Masks

Forty years of clinical studies have found threadbare evidence for the efficacy of masks in the face of viral infection. Then there was also the timing of when they were made mandatory in Britain for the first time in our history: around three months AFTER the peak of the pandemic, and in SUMMER. Summer, when viruses are at their least virulent, being destroyed by sunlight, and with more people outdoors rather than in, much less likely to be caught. 

Rules in pubs

If I am sitting down in my chair in the pub I don’t have to be masked. The second I stand up I do. And so you get people pulling their germ-infested face rag out of their unclean pockets and sticking it on their face to go to the toilet, then removing it when they return to their seat. It makes people more likely to get ill, not less, and it turns pubs, which should be relaxing places, into places of dystopian chill.

Rule of six

An arbitrary figure plucked out of Michael Gove’s ‘expert’ brain, these make no sense anyway while at the same time further eroding personal choice and demoralising family and social life. But they’re even more absurd in England than they are in Scotland, where children are not counted as part of the six, because children barely get the virus, and are unable to pass it on. 

I’m not sure what makes me despair more: the government’s bizarre, ignorant and malicious actions, or the supine acquiescence of the people who go along with diktats that would make someone from the Middle Ages feel at home.