Recently, sipping a takeaway coffee in light rain, getting wetter by the minute, barred from local cafes where mingled the personae gratae, I pondered how it had come to this. Spurned by civil society. I’d paid my taxes and (thankfully) never had to line up for handouts. Paid into the health system many multiples of the cost of treatment I’ve received. Also, take my word for it, I’ve never committed a criminal offence. I even attend church. And more discrimination: hymn singing behind masks has just been allowed but only for the vaxxed. Muted by Perrottet.
Why not just get vaccinated? I’m asked, by well-meaning people. Truth be told, I was never particularly anti this vax at the start. I just thought it had been rushed and I didn’t need it. I’m fairly healthy for my age, not weighty, and made the calculation.
I thought, and think, it’s fine if adults who feel at risk from the virus decide to be vaccinated. Their choice. But now I’m getting stubborn. This awful coercion by governments is insufferable and worse still are those creepy TV advertisements with know-nothing nonentities exhorting me to do the right thing.
I’ve said to friends that I will eventually get vaxxed. I want to travel before I get much older. I’m waiting for Novavax, which apparently is closer to traditional vaccines than are the others. I think?
Now, the whole thing has become wrapped in politics. I’ll feel as though I’ve capitulated by getting vaxxed; to boot, will have let the side down. And, to add to it all, I’ve started to throw up when Perrottet comes on the news (as per watching a Q&A episode). Give me a bare-faced commie any day than a two-faced sell-out conservative.