Minding my own business watching TV late the other night. I am assailed by professor Michael Kidd, who is apparently deputy chief medical officer. He warned me that I needed to stop the spread; to wear a mask when inside in crowded situations, to keep my distance from other folk, to wash my hands. Is this a time warp, I query? Groundhog Year. Fated to relive 2020 indefinitely.
Who are these people? Have they nothing better to do? Work on curing cancer or at least prescribe stock standard medicines for routine conditions. There must be something more useful for them to do than flogging a dead horse. No, they can’t let it go. In my view they are mentally disturbed, suffering from a variant of Munchausen syndrome by proxy.
They want us to be sick. They need us to be sick. Quarantined. Restricted to our homes and beds. Masked. Estranged from our fellows. Plied with experimental vaccines. Over Covid, keeping worrying. Long-Covid is waiting to get you. And who knows what deadly strains are on the horizon?
I see no way out of this. Rationality fails when dealing with the mentally deranged; and that has been one unsung side effect of Covid. Some say that time will eventually solve the problem. I don’t know? They (assorted medicos, media hacks, and pollies) will be champing for the next disease to exploit, if this one eventually fails them despite their best efforts to keep us permanently alarmed and housebound.