Well, this is fun … Not!

Lockdowns finished in the UK, praise be, lockdown version two, with all the shops now open but now also socially restricted in the form of three wonderful tiers, all cried tearfully by those poor souls affected by the restrictions.

For the last month (November), we’ve been firmly ensconced indoors: no pub, no café, no frivolous shopping, and one course – the limited exercise that you were allowed to undertake – and that’s regardless of what the authorities had to say on the matter.

Unnecessary travelling was viewed as socially unacceptable and cordially frowned upon, with every Tom, Dick and Aunt Henry ready, willing and able to report you, if not to the police, then to your neighbours, whereby they would all cluck in disdain when seeing you return home.

Our righteous neighbours are now our own worst enemies, and we’ve all allowed it to happen.

As a collective group of mammals, we have now collectively passed the point of no return in what a caring society supposedly represents, but I’m now asking myself if it ever did truly represent anything meaningful.

1984 got it so wrong and so right at the same time; it’s not tech or doublespeak that we have to be collectively wary of, but normal language being twisted out of all reason.

Normal language that’s given us new words like ‘fake news’ – that was a good one invented by Trump. Then there’s ‘lockdown’, which was a waste of time, and of course not forgetting good old ‘social-distancing’ and ‘mask-wearing’, but now society in general has a brand new word, and it is ‘anti-vaxxers’, and woe betide even thinking of questioning the authorities over the Covid-19 vaccines’ efficacy: shot down in flames… you won’t even come close to the public social humiliation and technical whipping that you’ll receive at the hands of the politically correct MOB, all metaphorically still carrying the ubiquitous flickering wooden torches and pitchforks in cyberspace.

Never-the-less of the surroundings, it’s an afflicted mob all gone mad, all baying for blood, all frustrated at the enforced mask-wearing and social distancing being foisted upon them during the wasteful lockdown period (that didn’t even eliminate the virus) and that some now even think was fake news right from the outset, but that same (some) in the crowd, being illuminated by the firebrands and the metaphorical touches, also know when to keep their collective mouths firmly shut: except for the expected baying, of course…
Because baying for blood keeps them on the side of righteousness, where they all march to the same beat of the government’s drum, a drum beat where no one challenges you, nor even your motives (after all, it is for the great good)!
– And as everyone knows, all anti-vaxxers need burning alive for their own good and the good of others.

Welcome to the rip-roaring 2020s, where we all have good 20-20 vision, extra-especially-so where this deadly virus called covid-19 is concerned. A viral infection so dangerous that it kills 000. 73% of those infected are left with a mild headache and a bit of an annoying cough, (if your very unlucky.)

Now, if someone could come up with 20-21 vision to see past 2020, then we would all be out of the shitty media mire that we have buried ourselves in by following Trump’s fake-news shit show.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.