I haven’t blogged since this crisis began because I haven’t wanted to share my thoughts, largely ‘coz there are so many of them and most of them are depressing as fuck.
We’re all going to die. That thought comes and goes like a pendulum swinging, forward and back, on a six foot clock from some place in the past. The past is a foreign country, except it isn’t. It’s a series of actions and consequences. Individually. Globally.
The future is a foreign country, right now, and that’s the closest thing to truth you are going to hear today. When are we getting back to normal? We ask, seemingly unaware that normal wasn’t normal, and that’s why we’re in this Orwellian nightmare to begin with.
Business as usual is where we were ’till the economy ground to a halt. We were so busy buying and selling stuff, and working our asses off to pay for it, that we lost sight of the society we were all still part of.
‘There is no such thing as society’, Thatcher told us. The Sunday Time’s expose on the Torie’s response to the pandemic is a damning indictment that she was taken at her word. But you can’t trust The Times ‘coz it’s owned by Rupert Murdoch who everybody knows is a shady character. He is not as dodgy as Bill Gates, though, who may be using this pandemic to further his evil plan of creating global vaccines.
Global vaccines don’t sound evil, unless you’re a passionate anti vaxxer. And they are a growing movement. Mothers mainly, much maligned and mocked, because they don’t trust their governments and they are afraid of harming their children. And yet, only a fool would trust the government and not fear they are harming our children.
At least the anti vaxxers believe there is something to vaccinate against, which is more than can be said of those who believe there’s no coronavirus at all. It’s all an elaborate hoax to take down a global cabal of elite paedophiles trafficking children through a world wide network of underground tunnels, so they can terrify them, kill them and drink their blood, ‘coz it gives you a high better than, but comparable to cocaine. Who knew? QAnon. And the blokes arming themselves and taking to the streets to protest their right to die.
You’d have to be crazy to believe any of that, though? Which takes us close to another truth. We’re all a bit crazy, now.
They built us houses and gave us toilets that flushed, and fashioned some garments for us out of other women’s labour, and we forgot the basic truth about ourselves. We are animals. Fancy animals that can talk and play Nintendo DS.
And thank God for Nintendo and all the African kids that were exploited in order for me to have some peace of mind during a lockdown. ‘Coz lockdown isn’t easy.
Obviously, it’s not as bad as the trenches, and we should grateful we have phones and we have fridges. Except that’s a false equivalency. This is our trenches and we are at war. We have no idea with what or who, but these are not peaceful times. You can tell that from the death toll. Which is also a lie. Not a lie, so much, as a fact, post truth. Depending on where you get your information from, the figures are much higher or there’s no-one dying at all.
It’s a plan to keep us in our houses to lay 5G, which will kill us, or else sell all our secrets to the Chinese. It’s important to remember the Chinese started all this.
And the truth is, there is no way to tell what the truth is, except it’s not all sunshine and flowers, and it’s not all apocalyptic horsemen, and those of us young enough will know a lot more, in fifty years time, when they release the information.
By then I’ll be dead, or getting a letter from my local G.P. telling me they have signed a DNR on my behalf.
Now, there’s a depressing thought and ain’t that the truth?