I’m not a criminal… but I’m under house arrest.
I don’t have a contagious disease… but I’m quarantined.
I’m not a danger to anyone… but I’m not allowed to see my
family.
Explain this to me if you can, because I’m damned if I can see
the sense in it.
The Government has far exceeded its remit; it’s taken away many
of the best parts of our life and left us with something that a growing proportion of people are increasingly
finding unacceptable. They want to see their friends and family; they want to go
to the pub, to the gym or out for dinner. Nothing earth-shattering, just
everyday stuff.
On a personal level, if I can’t hug my son and my grandchildren,
then it’s no bloody life at all. I’m an adult, I’m big enough and ugly enough
to decide for myself how much risk I’m prepared to take, thank you. Advise me,
give me truthful information… then leave me alone to make my own decisions.
We were rushed into lockdown by a frightened Government –
they had no exit plan and, now that people are starting to question the wisdom
of this, they are clearly in panic mode about what to do next. “We’ll look at the
science and tell you next week” doesn’t exactly inspire me with confidence, I’m
sorry to say, because single-issue scientists have a very narrow view of the
world – they don’t see the bigger picture.
In the meantime, the economy is
still dying on its feet and people are suffering… the Government would do well to
remember that Covid-19 isn’t the only problem that needs dealing with right
now. As a country we’ll struggle to get back from the mess we’ve been plunged into – Covid may well turn out to be the least of our problems. This will not be a quick or easy recovery.
However, looking on the bright side (joke!) a series of
temporary Nightingale hospitals have sprung up around the country, all set up at
great expense and raring to go. Only one problem… not needed, no patients in them! You
really could not make it up.
Oh, and while I’m about it, I’m sick of having the NHS shoved
down my throat at every possible opportunity. It is not my responsibility to protect the NHS – it’s actually
their responsibility to protect me! Nor is everyone on the ‘frontline’ a
‘hero’… they’re just people doing their job. That’s what they're supposed to do and that's what we all pay for.
Being under lockdown is doing me no good at all – I’ve too
much time to sit and cogitate about politicians who should be running the country, rather than running it into the ground.
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